<?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-6217829154048643472</id><updated>2012-02-19T20:21:33.645-08:00</updated><category term='ANg SIkreto ni Nemia... click this...'/><category term='fall'/><category term='ang bakasyon...'/><title type='text'>Hany Chocolate</title><subtitle type='html'>what is this thing called love?
this funny thing called love?
just who can solve it's mystery?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-4761147075265024201</id><published>2011-01-10T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T02:08:38.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thesis it!</title><content type='html'>Significance of the study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This study will elaborate the use and effectiveness of two point discrimination (TPD) assessment as a method of determining sensation loss among DM 2 patients who do not show signs of complete sensation loss. Although the use of TPD is secondary to the SWMF (monofilament) test, it can be specifically used to quantitatively measure the degree of sensation loss for those patients who are negative to the SMWF test. If there is a significant difference among the TPD values of the lower extremities of the DM 2 patients with those of the normal subjects, then TPD can be established as a specific primary screening tool for Diabetic patients who may have a certain degree of neuropathy even though they do not manifest loss of sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For therapists and clinicians, TPD may enable them to have an early detection of neuropathy before the patient has fully acquired sensation loss. They can, therefore, provide proper medications or therapy, and orient the patient firsthand of foot care, as well as the risks of having ulceration in the foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early evaluation of neuropathy on the sensibility of the foot for diabetic patients is important to prevent further complications such as ulceration and infection. Researchers can therefore use our study as a source of reference for further studies about TPD. Further studies can improve the methodology used in the study and may even provide standards for TPD in Diabetic patients.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-4761147075265024201?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/4761147075265024201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=4761147075265024201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/4761147075265024201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/4761147075265024201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2011/01/thesis-it.html' title='Thesis it!'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-7010272148607178747</id><published>2008-08-18T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:54:58.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPEECH</title><content type='html'>Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;Let me spend 5 minutes of my day congratulating my fellow cheer dancers. I want to thank them for all the efforts they have given out all through the cheer dance practices and most especially during the final moment. Thank you for keeping my spirit up and I'm sorry for the stressful moments and sad feelings I showed. I just want you to know that I'm very thankful and happy to have made such memories, whether good or bad, especially with our cheer leader, Arjonel. Hehehe. I am grateful to have finally met the other nsm peeps aside from my classmates and friends. Nice meeting you! Despite the pressures that we still face up to now, it still brightens up my moment every time I think about the moments before we danced and before we found out that we are the champion. I love green. I love you guys. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-7010272148607178747?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/7010272148607178747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=7010272148607178747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/7010272148607178747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/7010272148607178747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2008/08/speech.html' title='SPEECH'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-9139460919428199629</id><published>2007-12-05T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T12:03:34.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;It is very sad to think that those events that I don't expect to happen, those that I really am afraid of, at one part of this life would come in a series. I am starting to feel so stressed out that I couldn't keep myself from crying. Whenever stressful things happen, I would really want to burst it all out into tears, the simplest way of feeling less heavy inside. I feel so cursed for everything bad that happened to me the past few days. I am really really sad at this point. I need to take things slowly and lightly. I just don't know how. I wish a chocolate bar could make me feel better. I wish an oreo cookie and freshmilk would make me say that life is still sweet even if  it is difficult.(My mom told me that it's not right for an eighteen year old lady to cry at shallow things, but then I still feel that it's really deep.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I'm tired but I mustn't stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-9139460919428199629?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/9139460919428199629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=9139460919428199629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/9139460919428199629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/9139460919428199629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/12/selective.html' title='Selective'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-7518399036506088835</id><published>2007-11-30T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T01:07:52.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To all those people whom I have hurt, I am deeply... sorry. So many things have changed right now and the world seemed to turn against me. I am sorry if I turned out to be bad to you. I feel so sick. Maybe this would somehow lessen the heavy feelings I have inside. This may seem silly or embarrassing, but I am really really sorry. I wouldn't want to hurt anyone. It's only that I am not able to make good decisions. Sorry if you have expected so much from me but in the end I wasn't able to give it back. I never want to become a bad person. I just want to be happy. But maybe life doesn't really have to be all about happiness and victories. Sometimes, I have to fall, bang my head on the wall, or wake up from the best dreams I have had and face my nightmares. Sometimes I have to realize the real point of why I am here in this big world. Though every moment, I really feel so hurt, but I got to experience such to be strong, strong enough for the future struggles I am to face. This may be just a training for me. I must learn. Sorry if I get to be stone hearted, hard headed, or stubborn. Sorry if I was disrespectful. Sorry if I gave you stressful moments. Sorry for making you upset. Sorry for all our misunderstandings. YOu may be one person I have hurt so badly, that's why I'm really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope that someday, you'd be able to feel what I am saying here. To all those people who have shown love yet I have hurt, a million times... SORRY. I don't know if I could ever explain things for you to understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-7518399036506088835?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/7518399036506088835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=7518399036506088835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/7518399036506088835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/7518399036506088835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/11/broken-heart.html' title='Broken Heart'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-5514747875101094209</id><published>2007-11-27T05:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T05:39:42.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel a different feeling</title><content type='html'>do you know what it feels like when you'd want to go back to a particular moment in your life and could've done things right? I'm feeling that right now. i'm not sure of the decisions i make...  but there really are moments that i could've taken such chances... chances that whether taken or not would still change a part of you. i wish it would come back. though i won't be able to come back to my past, i wish it will in the future. still, I am hoping that the right star would come for me, where i'd feel what i've been wanting to feel ever since i started wishing for it. yes, this paragraph is really confusing because as i have always been, i always get confused. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay... happy birthday mama dearest. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-5514747875101094209?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/5514747875101094209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=5514747875101094209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5514747875101094209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5514747875101094209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-feel-different-feeling.html' title='i feel a different feeling'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-6188055794230217244</id><published>2007-10-19T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:45:11.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTENCE</title><content type='html'>I just thank God that I am blessed. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-6188055794230217244?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/6188055794230217244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=6188055794230217244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6188055794230217244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6188055794230217244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/10/sentence.html' title='SENTENCE'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-5404360404251251592</id><published>2007-10-13T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T07:44:43.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who could it be?</title><content type='html'>Someone voted.... who could it be?... Mmmm.... Life is really mysterious... misteryous.... mysteirous...? hahahah. misterious? Basta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-5404360404251251592?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/5404360404251251592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=5404360404251251592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5404360404251251592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5404360404251251592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-could-it-be.html' title='Who could it be?'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-9053350323430237806</id><published>2007-10-13T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T07:38:22.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Octobus...</title><content type='html'>October 13. I'm celebrating for my ribbon-cutting session. I just got a new blog &lt;a href="http://nemiascomicbook.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://nemiascomicbook.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;! But I'm not moving out guys. Wala lang... naisip ko lang... para mabago naman paminsan minsan. But I'd still post here. You see, this is the original and my ever first blogger aside from my friendster blog before. SO I'll always end up posting my dayt to day stories here...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon... I found a kitten being ran over by a big car. Guess who's the driver... my brother... guess who's inside the car... ME. Tsk tsk.. I really hate seeing animals getting hurt. I hate seeing animals struggling for air... to breathe... to live... ;(&lt;br /&gt;I was able to finally talk to my bestfriend after more or less two long years. Shiela... That's her name. She was my bestfriend in elementary, from third grade to sixth! And I hope that up to now... we still have a special place in each other's heart. Yeah... a lot of things have changed... We're like almost 18 years old already!!! When we were just... like...nine years old long long time ago! See the difference? Shiela had been a big part of my life because as I've said, she was my bestfriend for four years. We're neighbors and I remember those times when we'd watch our favorite cartoon shows every afternoon at their house. ;) I missed those times! We were so young... we'd even cook yema... we'd play at the big field at the back of their house (it's a school property) We'd catch dragonflies... grasshoppers... play cards.... jackstone... cook yema... etc. Haaaay... I remember the best times we had watching detective conan and magic knights rayearth,... FUSHIGI YUGI too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Make new friens but keep the old.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway the second...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I envy those who get to swim at the beach... Yes, I know, I can't help getting jealous about it. I haven't gotten to the beach this year and even last year, except that night at insular hotel... I didn't actually swim... der, I might get kidnapped by shokoys! EEeek! Hahahah. Well, I just smelled the aroma of the sea and felt the blowing wind... only up to that. Haaay... I wonder if I could still get to swim in the big blue sea... someday. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-9053350323430237806?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/9053350323430237806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=9053350323430237806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/9053350323430237806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/9053350323430237806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/10/october-13.html' title='Octobus...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-33029389605652758</id><published>2007-10-12T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:18:57.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MALDITA</title><content type='html'>and so... I thought I was cinderella... but then... I realized... I was not... ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-33029389605652758?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/33029389605652758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=33029389605652758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/33029389605652758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/33029389605652758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/10/maldita.html' title='MALDITA'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-4818824341767987400</id><published>2007-10-10T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T08:31:46.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahmm</title><content type='html'>how many days to go?... I don't know... I don't know what's happening in the world! I hope... that when that special day comes... I'd be happy. At least... be happy... ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-4818824341767987400?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/4818824341767987400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=4818824341767987400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/4818824341767987400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/4818824341767987400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahmm.html' title='ahmm'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-8622768057491134817</id><published>2007-10-07T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T08:08:38.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let me sleep someday...</title><content type='html'>F a dt b ost'mhs... Ig rllray.hnorei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-8622768057491134817?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/8622768057491134817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=8622768057491134817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8622768057491134817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8622768057491134817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-me-sleep-someday.html' title='let me sleep someday...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-8848888752960184822</id><published>2007-10-06T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T06:56:38.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO be continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friendster page says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 &lt;/span&gt;friends viewed me from Oct. 1.&lt;br /&gt;So what happened this week? This is the only time I could post something long again. Yes, I believe I have not been my normal self the past few days. On second thought, who would be? Would you still act normal when you're having a hard time dealing with piles and piles of worries. The week hasn't been that joyful and worth cherishing, but on the other side, there were still cool things that made the world look beautiful to me.&lt;br /&gt;As I said from my last post, I wore my uniform when it was supposed to be a wash day. Like der! Who the heck would wear  uniform on wash days? Well, the answer would be... ME. Okay, I swear I didn't intend to wear one just to call everybody's attention. I say it's a late-reaction syndrome. Everything was normal when I was fixing my things and preparing myself for school. I really didn't think of getting casual clothes from my closet. I was even thinking of my speech for the last day of embryology lecture while I was wearing my uniform. I never thought that I was making a big mistake. It took me maybe 15 minutes to realize that I am really T_ _ _A. I came to school with my head bowing. I cried as I got so frustrated. Just think of it? Wednesdays have been one of the special days for students, I mean. This day has been special to me, because it doesn't bore your week wearing uniform. Everybody was wondering and some would even ask why I am in my uniform.Those that I don't even talk to would even create a conversation asking me... naka-uniform man lagi ka? I have no reason to tell I just forgot. While I was walking around the campus, I began realizing that I was the only on.... I think ha... I think I"M THE ONLY ONE in the big school who was wearing uniform. On the other hand, come to think of it... IT'S A NEW WORLD RECORD... The only girl who wore a uniform on that particular wash day!!! See? I must celebrate! I just made a record, now if someone wants to break it, then he/she must wear one twice! Let's see... hihihi. I'm just trying to make this embarrassing moment something wonderful to remember.&lt;br /&gt;The dark sky was flashing at every moment last Wednesday night. But it's wonderful when you look above and smile. Instead of getting scared... just get scared... a little... but think as if God is taking pictures of you. That time I thought He was because I was wearing my uniform!!! Hahahah...&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I became the emcee on the last day of embryology celebration I was talking about. Hahaaha... I cried when my teacher sang this beautiful song. I hosted the show and I wasn't even prepared! I didn't know what to say... I'd just say YES! But it was a cool experience leaving a memory for the last session.&lt;br /&gt;Friday... I had my talumpati... let's forget about my embryology test.Then we had our play... LIVE! Nakaka-nervous! We were all thinking of what to do... Hehehe... Good thing was we were able to push it through! Torvald was good, though he forgot his lines, he was able to reply and act well!! Go archie! We got ninety... not bad pare!!! Wooohoooh...&lt;br /&gt;Now, we had our group exam.. I don't want to talk about my lab reports...&lt;br /&gt;Things I've learned?&lt;br /&gt;Now I have my rule no. 01, make a things-do-list and put first things first!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... kung may mga kidlat sa ating life at nagfaflash... instead of getting scared, smile !...na parang pinipictyuran ka... oh diba?!!! Naks.&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm starting my rule no. 01 today, if I'm not able to follow, punishments will be done. mmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6217829154048643472-8848888752960184822?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/8848888752960184822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=8848888752960184822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8848888752960184822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8848888752960184822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-be-continued.html' title='TO be continued'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-7762233383689629263</id><published>2007-10-03T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T07:47:58.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>putol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess what happened to me today? I woke up at about 4:30 in the morning and I started studying. I finished my work at about 7:30 and my brother took a bath, so I had to wait. I was told to do the speaking for this day in embryology, since it's our last day. I was seriously thinking about what I should say. I was wearing my uniform while making my speech in my mind. My brother asked me to download a song and so I did. I rode a jeepney to school. On the way, I fell asleep. When I woke up, we were already passing RMC school. Suddenly, something flashed in my mind and my heart stopped. I realized.... WASH DAY PALA NGAYON! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayksssss.... I couldn't react and I just gave it a smile. ---To be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-7762233383689629263?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/7762233383689629263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=7762233383689629263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/7762233383689629263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/7762233383689629263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/10/putol.html' title='putol'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-8354605287765923436</id><published>2007-10-01T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T13:52:28.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do believe in wishes</title><content type='html'>I'm worried. I'm confused. I don't know what to do or think first. There are soooooooooooo many things that have to be done in soooooooooooooooooooo little time. Should this be my fault? I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo stressed out. I feel so weak. I don't even want to list down all those things... madeds na ako. I'm scared, really really scared. The curse I had in midterms might still be effective up to now.  Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.... Kung pwede lang matulog ng isang araw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-8354605287765923436?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/8354605287765923436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=8354605287765923436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8354605287765923436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8354605287765923436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-do-believe-in-wishes.html' title='I do believe in wishes'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-1289581575052907188</id><published>2007-10-01T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T07:31:51.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too much to express...</title><content type='html'>happy but sad ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-1289581575052907188?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/1289581575052907188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=1289581575052907188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1289581575052907188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1289581575052907188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/10/too-much-to-express.html' title='too much to express...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-206136628531277366</id><published>2007-09-29T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T07:51:04.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1-1-7-1</title><content type='html'>PE DAY NAMIN. I did the last shot sa basketball game. Di siya na-shoot, pero okey lang. At least I tried. I'm happy to have received a bronze medal... dahil siguro sa brave souls na nagvolunteer to join. Mejo nakakahiya un pare dahil pinapalibutan ka ng maraming maraming schoolmates!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to PENONG's... I just wanted to celebrate. Reason? There's no enough reason. I just wanted to have fun and celebrate. Celebrate lang gud, atik atik. Then we went to timezone. I had the chance to drive again (DAYTONA) and do some freakin' dance (DANCE FREAKS). The thing was that I don't know if I got some special powers tonight, but I was sooooooo surprised as I was able to reach up to 1171 combos!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1171&lt;/span&gt; sa dance freaks chong!!! I know it's really hard to believe but it's so true, and I'm very happy. I am soooooooo satisfied. Parang I have accomplished that dream everytime I play dancefreaks.... from the time I started learning how to play which was during my third year in highschool... somehow it makes 30 percent of my life complete. Haaay... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sang. Anjan na naman ang pagkaDIVA... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things that have to be done are waiting ahead, but I'm so thankful that somehow, I'm able to find life as something really wonderful even just for one day. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this conversation with my dad and I told him that I'm so tired. He replied something like:&lt;br /&gt;"Don't make your life complicated. Enjoy and be happy with simpler things. Be joyful with every little thing that would come your way. Sometimes, it is in little things that we find true happiness. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oonga naman. Chocolate nga nakakapagpasaya na. It's time to appreciate small good things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-206136628531277366?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/206136628531277366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=206136628531277366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/206136628531277366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/206136628531277366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/09/1-1-7-1.html' title='1-1-7-1'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-8675698269879551690</id><published>2007-09-28T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T08:15:04.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>MOVIE REVIEW:&lt;br /&gt;I just watched FINAL DESTINATION 3. It's a very very sad story. Everybody died.&lt;br /&gt;The movie begins with the roller coaster ride. I think I know how it feels out there where you'd never feel safe. Tsk tsk... better think first before taking a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell from the chair kanina... I got out of balance.... Tsk tsk... this is the third time. First from the stairs, second--- almost got hit by a car.  ANd now... final destination? Sus... I just thank God for keeping me safe---- and also the ones that I love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our play... and I don't want to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBBLE GANG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-8675698269879551690?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/8675698269879551690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=8675698269879551690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8675698269879551690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8675698269879551690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/09/friday.html' title='FRIDAY'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-8034073674000919850</id><published>2007-09-27T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:03:04.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;SOMEONE IS DECIPHERING MY CODES... TSK TSK... INTRUDERS ALERT. ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-8034073674000919850?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/8034073674000919850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=8034073674000919850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8034073674000919850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8034073674000919850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/09/warning.html' title='WARNING...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-2557119180363973783</id><published>2007-09-25T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:07:55.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish....</title><content type='html'>I just woke up from a wonderful sleep. It's 12:45. I woke up because I thought I really needed to wake up this early. Working on lab reports in embryology takes time and much much effort. Then I'd realize that the report would not be passed tomorrow. Wooooh. Tsk tsk. &lt;em&gt;Napahawak ako sa bewang ko nang malaman ko....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I checked if there's something's new on my friendster page. Then I found this horoscope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Get to the bottom of why people are smiling -- you'll love solving the mystery.' &lt;/em&gt;After reading it, I smiled and raised my eyebrow! &lt;em&gt;Unsa ka diha?! Sugo ko nimo? Tagaan pa ko nimog problema nganong nagangisi ang mga tao. &lt;/em&gt;Hihi... Let me "SOLVE" that mystery when I finish SOLVING my PROBS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot to think about. I don't even know how to start or if it still possible that I could do it all. I'm a little sad to know that I'm not able to accomplish some goals in my life, yet I still try to be happy. All I can say is, whatever is happening to me right now, just let the world do what it wants to do. Bahala siya. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did catch a falling leaf. I didn't expect I could. This is the third leaf I caught and I think I wasted the other two. I lost the first one, and the other one dried and got torn apart. I really don't know the rules on wishing through a falling leaf. Do you earn your wish by catching it or by keeping it? If you lost it, can you still wish 'cause you knew you caught one or.... the leaf has to be there to make your wish come true...? I don't know.. But let's see... ; ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Rachelle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really did something wrong today. I want to say sorry na lang... ;(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;d dalmiiyang Aaling u erop mkphirapig iamagl. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-2557119180363973783?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/2557119180363973783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=2557119180363973783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2557119180363973783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2557119180363973783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wish.html' title='i wish....'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-1892311756345530793</id><published>2007-09-22T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T05:17:27.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BETTER DAYS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RvUehiZLIBI/AAAAAAAAAeo/N0Oth3_1ndg/s1600-h/gsgsgf.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113026513465974802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RvUehiZLIBI/AAAAAAAAAeo/N0Oth3_1ndg/s400/gsgsgf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got to the top of the building facing our school.... for the first time!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was wonderful. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-1892311756345530793?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/1892311756345530793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=1892311756345530793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1892311756345530793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1892311756345530793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-go-to-top-of-building-facing-our.html' title='BETTER DAYS...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RvUehiZLIBI/AAAAAAAAAeo/N0Oth3_1ndg/s72-c/gsgsgf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-5187512919661975404</id><published>2007-09-20T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T07:52:14.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KEEP SWIMMING</title><content type='html'>Ang mga masasayang bagay dito sa mundo... dumadaan lang sa ating mga kamay... kaya't hangga't nariyan pa, wag mong bibitawan. Bigyan mo ng pansin. Alagaan mo nang mabuti. Dahil baka matulad ka sakin... nawalan ng G TECH! Nahigh-blood na naman ako kanina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-5187512919661975404?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/5187512919661975404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=5187512919661975404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5187512919661975404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5187512919661975404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/09/keep-swimming.html' title='KEEP SWIMMING'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-2313321392047733452</id><published>2007-09-19T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T08:22:34.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW MANY DAYS TO GO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahahay.... Life is too beautiful to look at.&lt;br /&gt;We ate kwek2x this evening and I remembered our days during the first sem when we were still freshmen students. I was SIXTEEN years old then.... and NOW I'm turning 18!!! Haaay... I wish life was that simple as before. Although things could be a little hard but I was able to carry everything.  Now... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I remember my teacher in Filipino, she's like my grade in Embryology. She makes me feel bad and sad. I am so hurt. She's too young to teach college students. It's really unfair. Okay, I'm really really mean and I'm sorry, but I just couldn't stay  quiet about it. Haaaay.... Tumaas ang dugo ko for about 5 minutes. ;(&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think of my grades. I don't want to think of whatever result I would get. I'm not excited and I'm absolutely scared! I'm tired of thinking about my problems and feeling so down. I just need guidance.... Hmmmp... HAKUNA MATATA!&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting myself to the green zone... which for me would mean... the GO-zone. Hahaha... Just keep on working. Work it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Oonga pala... I got near the Mayor kaninang hapon. Nagkasalubong kami and it took me about 3o seconds to realize that it was the Mayor. Hihi.... For the first time in my life did I meet mr. Mayor. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have things to do and I love it! I love taxo, I love stat... I love everything!!! Sana...&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/6217829154048643472-2313321392047733452?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/2313321392047733452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=2313321392047733452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2313321392047733452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2313321392047733452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-many-days-to-go.html' title='HOW MANY DAYS TO GO?'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-2812846007182635701</id><published>2007-09-18T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:48:36.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JED R.</title><content type='html'>Time is so important.&lt;br /&gt;I have this classmate named Jed and I've there's one thing I really like about this girl. Everytime we get to have a moment to talk, she's very nice and polite. She would always seem to be very positive as if she's able to face all the stressful moments of being a bio student. I am really amazed with her outlook in life. That's the reason why I admire her so much. She's almost to good to be true. I'm glad that I was able to get that one-in-a-million chance of spending a part of my life with such a great person like her.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so, I got this wonderful thought from Jed.  She said that even though we get to fail in our studies, we should still be greatful (Malipayon). When you fail a subject, you can still repeat it or have a retake. On the other hand, the time you spent weeping and grieving about your bad grades cannot be relived again. I mean, it has already passed, which means you've wasted a part of your life with all your sorrows and heartaches instead of spending it gracefully and filled with happiness. So, just be malipayon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALADDIN: Do you trust me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JASMINE: What?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALADDIN: I said, do you trust me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JASMINE: Yes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALADDIN: Then jump! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Rocks have no fears but then they still sink..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In times like this, all you have to say is go!go!go!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-2812846007182635701?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/2812846007182635701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=2812846007182635701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2812846007182635701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2812846007182635701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/09/jed-r.html' title='JED R.'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-4174489742806293796</id><published>2007-09-17T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:16:08.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>SANA</title><content type='html'>Hahaahay.... Dapat mahimbing akong natutulog ngayon. Dapat nananaginip ako ng mga magagandang bagay. Pero meron pa palang embryology moving exam tapos may report palang ipapasa. Haaay... Kung sana... ;( Pero nakakapagtataka, nagising ko ang sarili ko nang hindi tumutunog ang alarm clock, naramdaman ko lang. Magaling, magaling, magaling. Haaaaaaaaaaaay.... Gusto ko pang matulog. zzzzZZZzzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-4174489742806293796?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/4174489742806293796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=4174489742806293796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/4174489742806293796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/4174489742806293796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/09/sana.html' title='SANA'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-6842304633398770379</id><published>2007-09-13T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T12:59:27.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Buntong-hininga... ;(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rug-5Yz_TUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nlqzSMPZ1OQ/s1600-h/fadfadfaffaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109402932885802306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rug-5Yz_TUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nlqzSMPZ1OQ/s400/fadfadfaffaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'balloons... they never fail to make someone smile.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mga&lt;/span&gt; dagok na aking hinarap kahapon... nabulasot ako... ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;siya nga pala, muntik na namang umulan kanina... ay umulan nga... sandali...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-6842304633398770379?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/6842304633398770379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=6842304633398770379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6842304633398770379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6842304633398770379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/09/buntong-hininga.html' title='Buntong-hininga... ;('/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rug-5Yz_TUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nlqzSMPZ1OQ/s72-c/fadfadfaffaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-5961207675592325945</id><published>2007-09-11T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T07:46:24.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BENCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NA JUD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Ruakg-sjT5I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/AC-Cowbb_js/s1600-h/202736538l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108951713791037330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Ruakg-sjT5I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/AC-Cowbb_js/s400/202736538l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kahit na bumagsak ako sa math long test kanina... Happy Birthday pa rin! Hihihi.... ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana di kasing kumplikado ng drawings sa taxo ang buhay... buhay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-5961207675592325945?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/5961207675592325945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=5961207675592325945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5961207675592325945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5961207675592325945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/09/bench.html' title='BENCH'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Ruakg-sjT5I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/AC-Cowbb_js/s72-c/202736538l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-1454305064651379273</id><published>2007-09-10T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T07:34:18.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO what's the SIch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realized.. so many things have changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm having pimple attacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many days to go before my birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Kuya Mark (Advance) You're the BASSt! September 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I caught a falling leaf last Saturday, but I lost it. I wasn't even able to make a wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So many many many things to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So many things to worry about....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So many things to think of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need a hand... ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you... a million times... ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cried in our lit class, but the teacher wasn't there yet. I got confused and shocked because of JP, Marcus, and the ZOMBIE... Mahirap pag nalilito ka tapos sigaw ka ng sigaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that in life, there's no such thing as 'RESTART', you just can't escape all those things that gave you the heartaches and headaches. You have to get over them... although it's not as fast as how we want it to be, we painfully have to pass through these hardships slowly... but surely. I always want to tell myself to KEEP MOVING. I got this from Dori, the fish that easily forgets in FINDING NEMO, and she was saying "KEEP SWIMMING, KEEP SWIMMING" many many times. So as for me, I'll just have to keep moving, keep moving... Always try to push through. I always believed that there's always something to look forward in the future. There's always a reward for every hardship that you carried all the way. Let's just keep on hanging on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time to go back to the real world... Thank you for reading. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-1454305064651379273?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/1454305064651379273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=1454305064651379273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1454305064651379273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1454305064651379273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-realized.html' title='SO what&apos;s the SIch?'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-2891996996105711795</id><published>2007-09-06T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:00:42.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang INgay ng Girl sa ABS pag 1 am na...</title><content type='html'>Umulan kanina... nang malakas na malakas. Pati ang palda ko napaangat. Tsktsk. Tapos bigla na lang namimicture. Sus na lang... Baha pa talaga... Kung di ba naman ako ganun kasuwerte... sa oras na nasa labas na ako ng pinto ng office para magpaalam at umuwi, bigla na lang... ssssssshhhhjjjjjjshhhhhhshjjjjjjjj.... umulan ng umulan.... Bumili ako ng oreo dahil gutom na ako... Paglabas ko ng NCX palakas ng palakas... Napadpad ako sa taksi na airconditioned. Haaay... Nakarating ako sa aming garahe. Sumabay ako kay tatay pauwi ng bahay. Habang naglalakad kami, akala ko tapos na, pero nagsisimula na naman. Mahal siguro ako ng ulan... kasi saka siya pumapatak pag nasa labas ako... Pero at least, nakapaglakad kami ng tatay ko pagkatapos ng maraming araw na di kami nagkausap. At least, nagkasama kami kahit sandali. Si tweety naman, parang nasisiraan pag nakikita ako. Ang gulo at ang kulit. Nakakasira ba ako ng ulo? Hihihi... atik lang...&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm.... binilang ko kung ilang araw na lang bago ang birthday ko... ewan ko kung tama ah... meron akong 68 days para gawin na ang lahat bago ako maging ganap na babae..hihih.... plano ko nga sana na magkaroon ng 13-day program para sa aking sarili. 13 days bago ang araw ng aking birthday dapat nakagawa ako ng 13 good things sa aking listahan. Oh diba.. naghahanap lang ako ng masayang gagawin... excited na ako. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-2891996996105711795?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/2891996996105711795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=2891996996105711795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2891996996105711795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2891996996105711795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/09/ang-ingay-ng-girl-sa-abs-pag-1-am-na.html' title='Ang INgay ng Girl sa ABS pag 1 am na...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-2202119566639915056</id><published>2007-09-04T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T06:50:16.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>----------------------------------------------------------------------------end.... ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-2202119566639915056?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/2202119566639915056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=2202119566639915056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2202119566639915056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2202119566639915056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/09/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-2418600545167415998</id><published>2007-09-03T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:32:05.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile like Monalisa ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RtwnSOsjTwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/3sMl-mc44i8/s1600-h/monalisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105999271667388162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RtwnSOsjTwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/3sMl-mc44i8/s400/monalisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rtwmf-sjTvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/bOKjo4nvwCU/s1600-h/nemia3.5"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105998408378961650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rtwmf-sjTvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/bOKjo4nvwCU/s400/nemia3.5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hooooooh.... Katakot... thanks Kuya Red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RtwkJ-sjTtI/AAAAAAAAAcw/uIrruXkwvOw/s1600-h/monalisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh well, it's time to move on and leave all those heartaches behind.... LEAVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-2418600545167415998?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/2418600545167415998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=2418600545167415998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2418600545167415998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2418600545167415998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/09/smile-like-monalisa.html' title='Smile like Monalisa ;)'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RtwnSOsjTwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/3sMl-mc44i8/s72-c/monalisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-8244835543138898592</id><published>2007-08-29T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:13:16.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was early this morning to study for the midterm exam for Embryology. I found Renz and Brip studying by the coffee tables. And so, I sat with them and joined them in their quest for Embryology. Then came Sharon. Few moments later, Sharon asked Brip why she didn't wear black. Instead, she was wearing peach (I think) stripes and a blackbelt. Then Brip replied that it's her &lt;em&gt;pangluksa&lt;/em&gt;... She prepared herself to another sad event that she felt she was about to face this day. Bad event would mean bagsak or mababa... I think. I couldn't really tell the exact words she said but it went something like: "Para kahit disappointed ako... maganda pa rin ako... may blush on pa..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I'm amazed that Brip still looks at the brighter side even though she feels disappointed. Go Brip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sus... kung sa bawat failure siguro sa buhay kapalit ay kagandahan... ang ganda ganda ko na talaga siguro. Hihi.... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The truth is, I could not define the exact feeling I am having right now. My heart just feels so heavy. Although at some point I could still share some laughs with my friends, joke to my parents, conversation to other people, I couldn't deny the fact that I failed. I failed not only my subject, my mom and dad, but myself. Although the result is not yet there, but my mind wouldn't stop telling me that I'm really about to fail, which I don't really want to accept. I am very very sad. I want to cry, but I already shed my tears as soon as I realized that that was it. Still, I want to cry. Everytime I try to remember such disappointment, my heart really beats so slow, then I begin thinking about my parent's reaction if they would know it. I'm not even sure if I could bring things back to normal again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haaaay....But Rani says, "Let's hope for the best!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye... ; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-8244835543138898592?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/8244835543138898592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=8244835543138898592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-2357137084303472491</id><published>2007-08-28T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T06:38:41.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valligatore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before anything else, I have a video I'd like to share. My brothers got this alligator toy when I was still in my 2nd grade. They used this in their exhibit in school and thenthey just brought it home. This alligator is really amazing. It really looks so old and broken but wow, it still works! How does it work? Just press the teeth of the alligator and be careful as you might press the tooth that will make the alligator bite you. Yeah... this one (in the video) did hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fea95a9d17c373bd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfea95a9d17c373bd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331866755%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19809BCBF231FB86685F2828EC3DE0E30F2DB986.5385805B36500F778B234A93D51BA9115848FB82%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfea95a9d17c373bd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg55X-8JoHhkKkHTpNHViy-Kw1AQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfea95a9d17c373bd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331866755%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19809BCBF231FB86685F2828EC3DE0E30F2DB986.5385805B36500F778B234A93D51BA9115848FB82%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfea95a9d17c373bd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg55X-8JoHhkKkHTpNHViy-Kw1AQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got this uncomfortable feeling about my midterm grade in TAXONOMY... I feel that there is 75% chance that I'm going to get a grade below 82. I don't know. I'm really bothered because I didn't answer the lab reports well, and I didn't do good in the moving exam. I feel that my 86 would fall down to a grade I never wished. Hahahay....&lt;br /&gt;As it has always been said, "Always follow your heart in everything that you do," but it seems that my heart is not functioning well anymore. Something is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really a bad girl. I feel I did something that is absolutely not right.&lt;br /&gt;The moon was red, although now, it looks really bright, brighter than before. It's walking. I mean, it's moving. Now that's what you call, "moonwalk". Yaks....  Corniks.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that I could make a good path for my life. That everything will go to its right place. I pray that I could still bring a smile with each day. No matter how hard the world may seem to be, I could still get on top of it and say.... I'm PRETTY! Hehehe. Top of the world....&lt;br /&gt;After taxo, embryology awaits. It's time for... STUDYING and STUDYING. I wish memorizing is as good as eating an oreo cookie!&lt;br /&gt;Bilhan nyo ko ng oreo beh...It would really make my heart happy. ;) Hihi!&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/6217829154048643472-2357137084303472491?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/2357137084303472491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=2357137084303472491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2357137084303472491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2357137084303472491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/08/valligatore.html' title='Valligatore'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-2072784959278813809</id><published>2007-08-27T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T06:07:57.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nanonood ako ng movie kanina ba... tapos naiyak ako. Yaks... Pero naramdaman ko nga talaga... eew. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nagising ako 3:15 na ng hapon. Tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realized that there are a lot of  things I must do! I am cramming again and ...that's so cool! ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway... I never run out of problems. There's never a day that I don't encounter struggles. Like now, I am worrying about the moving exam tomorrow. I am also worrying about my ID. For some reason, I forgot to give the ball back to the pe office so I wasn't able to get my ID. See how complicated life is? It shouldn't be happening but it would still happen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a lot of things to do.  Hindi muna ako matutulog... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---to be continued---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-2072784959278813809?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/2072784959278813809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=2072784959278813809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2072784959278813809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2072784959278813809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/08/nanonood-ako-ng-movie-kanina-ba.html' title=''/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-5494472939489842501</id><published>2007-08-23T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T09:47:47.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>;! A Poem for....</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"I feel weak.&lt;br /&gt;My legs are shaking.&lt;br /&gt;My head is aching.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is jumping.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;...me. I call that 5-line poem, "THE ART OF 3-5-5-5-3"&lt;br /&gt;It's 12:42 am, and I'm the only one who's awake.&lt;br /&gt;I still have to study for our Physics Exam. Physics...&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I could get through all the tasks and the things that must be done. I pray that I would stay strong as I go through each day. Life is wonderful, and I know it is. I just need strength and.... power to withstand all the forces of evil...? I need to be positive and relaxed. I need guidance. There are a lot of things to be happy for so I should not fail to smile everyday. Yes, I'm a little sad, but...it's okay...&lt;br /&gt;I have to go. I still have to study for the test. Thanks for reading or thanks for visiting. ;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-5494472939489842501?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/5494472939489842501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=5494472939489842501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5494472939489842501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5494472939489842501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/08/poem-for.html' title=';! A Poem for....'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-360845483549013732</id><published>2007-08-20T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:09:48.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKSONOMI</title><content type='html'>It was too late when I found out that we will be having a long test tomorrow. I never knew that... not until my mind started asking, "May long test &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kaya&lt;/span&gt;?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haaay&lt;/span&gt;... Fortunately, I did make the right choice of asking my classmate--- and YES, there really is a big test. And so, as usual.... CRAM CRAM CRAM!&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm trying to feel the power of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bryophytes&lt;/span&gt;. I'm trying to relate to their lives... their life cycle... I am still at the beginning of my journey through Kingdom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Plantae&lt;/span&gt;, I'm still on the FIRST land plants... &lt;div&gt;I really want to share the events that occured the past week... next time na lang. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoooh... GO GO GO , GO MIGHTY NEMIA! ;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-360845483549013732?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/360845483549013732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=360845483549013732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/360845483549013732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/360845483549013732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/08/taksonomi.html' title='TAKSONOMI'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-9032358377272954006</id><published>2007-08-18T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T17:59:42.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaahhhhh.... ;(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm about to tell my stories but I am so hurt. It feels like I stabbed my own heart. ;( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me cry.... bukas na lang... ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-9032358377272954006?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/9032358377272954006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=9032358377272954006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/9032358377272954006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/9032358377272954006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/08/aaaahhhhh.html' title='aaaahhhhh.... ;('/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-534871159678683303</id><published>2007-08-08T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T11:11:16.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Droopy</title><content type='html'>2:05 in our clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my kalasag work! Whew... That wasn't easy, but I'm happy I was able to make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am feeling so sleepy right now but somehow I would just want to update my blog. It looked old!!!&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back to "corpsebride feeling" again. mmmm.. After being informed of my grades for Prelims... I got a little stressed... and more depressed. Who wouldn't be if you're getting an 83 in Filipino. FILIPINO?!My Embryology Lab grade is even higher... 84. Tsk tsk. I really need adjustments... so far, I find myself listening to the discussion and taking notes seriously. I must be... this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... I really have nothing to say, I'm just giving myself a moment to rest after such a long day, so now I am going to sleep. Good night! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That was fast...;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-534871159678683303?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/534871159678683303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=534871159678683303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/534871159678683303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/534871159678683303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/08/droopy.html' title='Droopy'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-8778641790076794819</id><published>2007-08-01T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:09:35.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up! ;|</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kakagising lang... tulog lang nang tulog... walang nang ibang ginawa kundi matulog... tsk tsk....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start, I have something to say in my mind...in a "jumbled" language...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;" Ibut it'shan ge you a certhatainty... ce, c a chan to deal w ope ce... not avaI hreadyyou'reith t."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Remember when I said... It's time to move on...? I realized... it's hard to &lt;strong&gt;move on&lt;/strong&gt;. I really have to strive harder and push myself more as I make everything in my school-life work... because something really wrong happened. I often say "Bahala na"... but it seemed that I lost my luck this time, which means... at some point, I must be sure... somehow certain that the results are good. So now, I have to give all the &lt;strong&gt;powers&lt;/strong&gt; Ieft in my body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*Although for a week... I felt like I was Alice in Wonderland... but then it's time to move on. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To end this post, I'd like to share this song I heard in the Wonderland. Cool... and sweet...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'The Last Time...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/m5Ko1fKWbh/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/m5Ko1fKWbh/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-8778641790076794819?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/8778641790076794819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=8778641790076794819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8778641790076794819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8778641790076794819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/08/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up! ;|'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-5975454762288443082</id><published>2007-07-24T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T09:53:32.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been through that before...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RqYbhQ4YSjI/AAAAAAAAAbw/WFS-0PYzgfI/s1600-h/24-07-07_1936.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090786687069997618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RqYbhQ4YSjI/AAAAAAAAAbw/WFS-0PYzgfI/s320/24-07-07_1936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; I've gone through so many tests! My hair looks a lot worse than before. My eyebags and wrinkles are very obvious... but still... I'm happy to say that it's all over! Everything in prelims has come to an end, and now I am going to start anew. Yes! It's a new beginning and I am not to fail!!! I shouldn't! Anyway, that's Maya... the girl who can beat TWO little girls at the same time. Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Something very funny and very scary happened this evening... SSSSSSSSShhhh carlo... don't ever mention anything cutie boy.. haha. You too Rachelle and Maya... It's my deepest darkest secret that I never want to open!!!&lt;br /&gt;After a long week of pain and frustration, I'm facing another week of true happiness... as I make my dreams come true! Wishy wishy wishy wishy wish wish wish... But as you know, wishes are not to be told or shared unless they finally come true.&lt;br /&gt;SO those were the highlights of my day today... I really don't want to mention my math test about probabilities... or taxonomy... or theology.... pero nasabi ko na. But there's one thing that kept on coming back to my mind... I had this conversation with JP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP Abrina: haha&lt;br /&gt;JP Abrina: sana ito na yun&lt;br /&gt;JP Abrina: kasi may chance na atik lang lahat&lt;br /&gt;JP Abrina: tapos too late na para bumalik&lt;br /&gt;JP Abrina: haaaay&lt;br /&gt;nemia asiong: sus&lt;br /&gt;nemia asiong: wag mong isipin ang bukas&lt;br /&gt;nemia asiong: isipin natin ang ngayon!&lt;br /&gt;nemia asiong: kung pano tayo magiging masaya!&lt;br /&gt;JP Abrina: oo nga noh&lt;br /&gt;JP Abrina: ako ba ang nagsabi niyan?&lt;br /&gt;nemia asiong: hindi ko alam&lt;br /&gt;nemia asiong: pero ganun naman talaga dapat diba?&lt;br /&gt;nemia asiong: heheh&lt;br /&gt;JP Abrina: oo nga&lt;br /&gt;JP Abrina: tsssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;JP Abrina: sige sige&lt;br /&gt;JP Abrina: maging masaya tayo ngayon&lt;br /&gt;JP Abrina: kung iiyak man tayo&lt;br /&gt;JP Abrina: hayaan nating dumating yun&lt;br /&gt;JP Abrina: at pagkatapos ng pagiyak&lt;br /&gt;nemia asiong: oo&lt;br /&gt;JP Abrina: may rainbow na!&lt;br /&gt;nemia asiong: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;nemia asiong: tama!!!&lt;br /&gt;nemia asiong: go GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;nemia asiong: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;JP Abrina: hahah&lt;br /&gt;JP Abrina: GO GURL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay... Friends do share the same spirit!&lt;br /&gt;And so, everyday can be something special. Everyday is important. We should always find a chance for us to smile and be glad... no matter how big those trials may be... no matter how painful it is that we feel... no matter how desperate we are... ;) SIGURO... sa bawat struggle natin sa buhay... all we'd have to think is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's time to move on... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-5975454762288443082?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/5975454762288443082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=5975454762288443082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5975454762288443082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5975454762288443082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-been-through-that-before.html' title='i&apos;ve been through that before...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RqYbhQ4YSjI/AAAAAAAAAbw/WFS-0PYzgfI/s72-c/24-07-07_1936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-8068456692359169423</id><published>2007-07-22T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T07:27:11.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's cramming time again...</title><content type='html'>four hours na natulog ang maganda... ngek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsastart ang human dev't sa fertilization where ang sperm at oocyte mag-meet. Haploid ito sila na cells. Gametogenesis ang tawag sa process ng pagdevelop ng highly specialized cells... ang oocyte nga at sperm. Sa girl- oogenesis, sa boy- spermatogenesis.  Sa puberty na maggrow ang spermatogonium, maglaki siya para maging primary spermatocyte--largest germcell yan sa seminferous tubules. Tapos undergo siya ng meiosis I para mahati sa dawala... ang tawag na sa kanila kay secondary spermatocyte, tapos meiosis II maging four na spermatid... tapos magdevelop ang apat into sperms. Ung girl naman, malaking oogonium na maging primary oocyte, arrested siya sa prophase I diplotene stage. Pag naform ang primary oocyte, merong covering siya, ang tawag zona pellucida, flattened cell nga pala ung follicular cells na magsurround sa kanya. Tapos pagpuberty, or before ovulation, magdevelop siya into secondary oocyte, present na ang antrum---ung cavity, and then cuboidal na dapat ang mga follicular cells, more than one layer na dapat yan sila. Tapos during ovulation... secret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyy... start pa lang yan ah... di pa ako excited matapos... tsk tsk. Good luck ulit sa aking brain... and sa aking eyes... Good luck! ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-8068456692359169423?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/8068456692359169423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=8068456692359169423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8068456692359169423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8068456692359169423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-cramming-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s cramming time again...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-1989663711269604753</id><published>2007-07-21T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T06:13:40.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOINK TOINK volleyball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Volleyball... there's fun in playing volleyball as it includes the RELEASING of EMOTIONS. As I hit the ball, I tend to be so excited, and so I couldn't control my self from shouting. Playing such sport is one of the dreams I've always had. I hope someday I'd be good. Someday... I hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm happy I have completed the doubles and singles for our preliminary exam in PE. I was able to handle 40 hits... I really don't know how you call that. Anyway... I was glad that I really didn't have a hard time doing it. And so, I want to thank the people, who have always been there, for having faith in me... hehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Although I'm having quite a problem with serving the ball, I'm still excited until the next time I hit the ball again. I won't stop practicing until I get it right. Yes, I am a frustrated player. I really want to learn!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;AND YES... I ALMOST DIDN'T STOP... pati sa gabi, naglalaro pa rin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;AND NOW... I am home...  alone... and I'm sleepy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This week is sooooooooo I-DON'T -KNOW... I don't know what to do, what to answer, what to say... as time seems to be running too fast that I just end up getting confused! CONFUSED! I don't even want to know the results of my tests... really... except for PE. Now I still have to study Embryology and Literature... I DON'T KNOW where to START!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before my adventure ends, let me tell the conversation we, Maya and I, had with the taxi driver. As we got inside the cab, Maya told him to pass by the KANTO JAIL... He said, "Dili diay ko..." Hey hey hey... I wondered why he said that, then he told me, "Daghan gyud allergic sa mga ... init ug ulo(un ata)... naguba dayon ang nawong." He said that it was me. SORRY... I thought he was a bad driver because I almost didn't like the way he talked. But then, I was wrong with my impression, he wasn't bad after all. He talked about his life, that he didn't want a life like what he is having right now. He said he had higher dreams, better goals in life, it's just sad that he ended up becoming a taxi driver. Then, "sana kunin na lang ako ni LORD." He told us such line. He was a happy person but then he thinks like that? Is it that his life really is miserable? He had a family but he wanted God to take him already.. I mean, he got two kids... young young kids. It's really true... PEOPLE who joke a lot, laugh most of the time, take things not so seriously, are people who have something to tell inside.  Anyway, as I got out... I just told him.."OKEY KA MANONG!" Then he gave me a smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's still amazing to think that  people whom you never knew in your life would come your way and share their stories with you as if that they really trust you like a friend. Masayang isipin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm glad God created each one with a HEART, so that one could feel not only his own joys and struggles in life, but also that of other individuals. Even though, you never met each other, at some point, you are able to start a conversation, because with your heart, you are able to listen to what that person wanted to say. Oh diba.. nagre-reflect  na pala ako.  Bakit magsasalita ang taong yan tungkol sa buhay nya? Kaya... para sigurong... LUKSO... LUKSO NG PUSO. Heheh... The heart really has a lot of roles to play. Kaya... kahit papano... let's give this HEART the responsibilities as we live in this life.... in making choices.. in sharing a life with others. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so... to end this post I got an extra feature:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt; HAPPY BIRHTDAY KUYA RHON.... advance... hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish you the best! I wish you good life... as a drummer, as a nurse, as a handsome person (ngi), and as a wonderful brother!!! DOn't lose your way with each passing day hah!!! Murag kanta! 23 pa pala birthday nya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaya kaya kaya... ang dami daming pang mga bagay na magpapaEXCITE sayo! Ang dami dami pang bagay na magbibigay sayo ng tuwa!!! Kahit madaming pagkakamali at sad na feelings! Ang dami dami pa ring bumbuhay sa bawat araw mo!!! ANG DAMI DAMI! SO... hwag kang mag-alala... marami pa ring dapat abangan! Abangan!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-1989663711269604753?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/1989663711269604753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=1989663711269604753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1989663711269604753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1989663711269604753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/07/hersheys.html' title='TOINK TOINK volleyball!'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-3886895890545590392</id><published>2007-07-19T12:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T12:44:30.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Very Sorry ;(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's 3:30 in our clock.... and I woke up at the wrong place. Tsk tsk.... Once again, I'm not on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;I slept without saying goodnight... tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;I also woke up realizing that I had left some unfinished business as I journeyed through my dreams... ;)... Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;My sleeping habit isn't really helping. haaaahy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am glad that it's Friday! I'm thankful I'm done with my sufferings--- TAXO exams + Theology. I really don't want to think about the outcome of the tests that I took. It might just give me the headache. Bahala na muna... Basta Friday ngayon--- walang Embryology! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-3886895890545590392?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/3886895890545590392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=3886895890545590392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3886895890545590392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3886895890545590392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/07/very-very-sorry.html' title='Very Very Sorry ;('/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-4526789271443155566</id><published>2007-07-17T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:48:51.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang dami dami dami daming gagawin.... kung iisipin, sobrang wala sa tamang oras itong post ko. Pero gusto ko lang siyang isingit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still have to do our Physics assignment, my Embryology report, and I still have to study for prelims moving exam (lab)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;TONIGHT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I decided to go to the garage to get a marker in the office and visit tweety as well. Bronsky asked me to buy him coke. After buying... I walked along the street. It was quiet and cold, then I looked up in the big dark sky. I saw the stars... wow... they never fail to amaze me. They do make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So... why don't we pause for even 5 minutes and look up! Nothing wrong's going to happen if you would, at least we could just recognize that although the world is so unfair... although you could get line of 7 in embryology tests... God still does great things in our lives--- just as the stars shine above, and so do we as long as we put Him in our hearts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;See? I'm feeling so sleepy right now and my thoughts may not be that organized.... but all I want to say is... relax... take a deep breath... and thank GOD! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sige dami ko pang gagawin.. see you late prens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-4526789271443155566?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/4526789271443155566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=4526789271443155566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/4526789271443155566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/4526789271443155566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/07/pause.html' title='Pause...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-464957193983281713</id><published>2007-07-16T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T08:02:47.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUMONG... walang koneksyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wala na naman akong maisusulat as usual... My mind is always blank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hated 'PROAMNION' sooooooooooooo much that it destroyed my morning. It's so frustrating when you're looking for something the whole night and still you couldn't find anything! I was so angry to PROAMNION and so with HENSEN's node and SUBCEPHALIC POCKET (let's include all of the other questions)! I felt so upset that I wept for about two minutes. It's so hurtful to be aware that you're 100% unsure with your answers.... so helpless... I look so haggard. I looked like a corpse bride up to now. I couldn't sleep well, I would wake up at dawn just to finish things. This is not what I really wished for. I really wanted school, but I didn't wish to get big eyebags and experience crying moments of being so stressed out. I just want to break down and rest... I'm just glad I was able to bring back a life in this lifeless body... my day didn't end that bad. It wasn't bad after all. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TEST... I just don't want to say anything when it comes to mentioning this word! We had a review for our embryology moving exam and just like before, I didn't know what to say. Blank blank blank. Then we had a test in Filipino.. without studying... and I actually looked like a dumb kid.... I had no idea about the answers. Good luck to my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So to sum it all up, I am doing a GREAT JOB in my studies!!!! GREAT JOB!!! Tsk tsk... GREAT JOB sa akong mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But no matter how disappointing these tests could be, I don't really feel any frustration at all, I mean frustrated not in a sense that I want to give up already. As I have always been saying, there are still a lot of things waiting. Things that won't stab your heart anymore. Things that will always make you remember that life is so sweet! That's what I should thank God for. These things... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talking about life... aside from realizing that I am a very unlucky person... like losing my pin once again, facing heavy rains at night, losing other things, and other unlucky events that had happened in my life... I learned to always treasure and take care of my precious life. Last Thursday, I almos got hit by a taxi there in Jacinto. I was just one step (or less) close to the rushing vehicle. One step more and I would've been rushed to the hospital. That's the second time I had my near-death experience. The first one also happened the past week, I almost fell down the stairs of the older building. I was just about to reply to sharon's question and maybe I slipped and almost looked like HUMPY DUMPY... My reply to sharon was oo... then turned to.. ooooooOOOOOOOOOooooooo!!!! My heart really jumped. And so, all I wanted to share is that... life is so easy to end.... that's why, we should all cherish every moment and take care of our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would like to congratulate my arms, my legs, my hips and thighs for not giving up as we all unite to do the 'double' in volleyball. ANg sakit nila chong... Hahaha... Thanks to Antonio Tagami and Rani Valles for helping me make it through!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway... I'm still happy for this day... as long as embryology and filipino tests are not yet bothering me... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukhang wala akong naisulat ano... wala gyud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-464957193983281713?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/464957193983281713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=464957193983281713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/464957193983281713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/464957193983281713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/07/jumong-walang-koneksyon.html' title='JUMONG... walang koneksyon'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-319849031444769135</id><published>2007-07-03T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T08:02:50.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VUVY VRI... (JULY THREE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just finished my homework in Physics and I'm ready to start studying Embryology... but I guess I'm taking a nap first. I'm really sleepy. Haaay... I think rainy days cause people to get sleepy and passive. It's not that I hate the rain, but usually, when the rain pours, I tend to get sad or silent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm really really really tired. I'm tired of thinking about the things I must do tonight... tomorrow... I just wish I would be given ONE whole day to relax, enjoy... be the happiest and most positive person in the whole world... (atik atik lang) Tsk tsk... I feel like a haggard corpse bride again. I thought I have moved on but I was wrong.... heheh... ganyan talaga sa buhay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-319849031444769135?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/319849031444769135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=319849031444769135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/319849031444769135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/319849031444769135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/07/vuvy-vri-july-three.html' title='VUVY VRI... (JULY THREE)'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-3211237371115612238</id><published>2007-06-29T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T05:47:50.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vat va Vell... hehe. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;---I feel like a pretty lady with my nails in bloody red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/K6qjV8E3Z4/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/K6qjV8E3Z4/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nemia... you know I love you... Nemia you're the queen of my heart... Loving you is like food to my soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hahahaha... atik lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-----I miss Tweety... It feels like we haven't met for years... I really miss her. ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;----Tomorrow's a big day not only for Kay but also for us. We have a big part on that special day and so, GOOD LUCK TOTALLY SPIES!!! HAPPY 18th BDAY KAY!!! ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-3211237371115612238?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/3211237371115612238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=3211237371115612238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3211237371115612238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3211237371115612238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/06/vat-va-vell-hehe.html' title='Vat va Vell... hehe. ;)'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-8782184120378640852</id><published>2007-06-29T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T11:10:14.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider-SENSE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*The ratatouille is now... dEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Flu... go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Shreng, I &lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt; lost my cellphone, which almost became a life changing experience for me! Fortunately, at some point I still have the luck, Rachelle found it in their car. Sus na lang, if it were lost, I don't know what my parents would tell me... or my Kuya Mark. Tsk tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*School keeps on surprising me a lot. We were already preparing ourselves for the TAXO long test and then, we'd just see the teacher writing one question on her acetate and another question on the white board and... yun na yun! Ibigsabihin, she might have forgotten about the long test, and it's not really a good news especially when you got worried and you gave all your efforts to study for it. Haaay... Her second question pa naman was giving a scientific name for a frog in Mt. Apo. &lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;, she read my own scientific name and I found her laughing about it! &lt;em&gt;Rana apobundocus... &lt;/em&gt;what's wrong with that... ganda naman ah... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*I lost my bestfriend's invitation. I'm sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*I really did something wrong tonight... I fell asleep... at the wrong time. Nagym pa man ako sana tapos bigla na lang akong naKNOCK OUT!? Sorry... May tanong tuloy ako, sino kaya ang nag-off ng comps habang tulog ako... tsk tsk... delikado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*My shoe looks bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last touch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Lesson for today? I mean for yesterday... 2:10 na chong. Always be &lt;strong&gt;sensitive&lt;/strong&gt;. Be &lt;strong&gt;sensitive&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;enough&lt;/strong&gt;... to yourself, others, your valuable possessions, or even to the whole world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-8782184120378640852?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/8782184120378640852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=8782184120378640852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8782184120378640852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8782184120378640852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/06/spider-sense.html' title='Spider-SENSE...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-6147906422756229247</id><published>2007-06-27T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T12:20:46.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Birthday KAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Kay that you love me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And show me that you care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kay when I need you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;YOu will always be there.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love this lady. She's really very smart and talented... FERPECT! Heheheh... I wish you all the most wonderful and magical things in life... di ko alam ano yun... SO eto lang masasabi ko Kay, GO! GO! GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hulaan nyo anong oras na dito samin.. 3:18... am. Oras na para mag stadi!!! Galing noh? Walang alarm clock yan ha. Kung kelan wala, saka naman ako nagising ng maaga.... VERY TRICKY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-6147906422756229247?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/6147906422756229247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=6147906422756229247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6147906422756229247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6147906422756229247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/06/k.html' title='K'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-8665243466345434937</id><published>2007-06-26T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T12:07:11.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes time.... ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's ten o'clock... aalis ako pag eleven... tingnan natin kung hanggang saan hahantong ang mga sinasabi ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before anything else, mag guessing game tayo. Nakaharap ako sa computer nun nang may marinig akong parang may gumagalaw malapit sa computer table. Tiningnan ko kung asan, nang may nakita akong maitim na nilalang na tumatalon sa trash can! Gusto nyang makaakyat pero di nya maabot, di ko rin siya pwedeng hawakan. Di ko rin siya pwedeng palayain mula sa trash can, dahil magugunaw ang aking mundo... Guess who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realized that the things that you really expect to happen don't really happen. Yup, this idea is tested and proven. I already made myself believe that I won't be accepted in Kalasag, I knew I really didn't do good during the interview... but not until they texted me that I am already a Kalasag member and that I'm about to join the meeting the next day. Whew... Yesterday, Rani and I went to school early to finish our lab report. I was tired and we were both hungry. Ang aga ata namin noh para matapos lang yun... and then, by the time we were to pass the report, they told us that it was to be submitted the next meeting... oy..oy..oy... naloko ata kami ah...I crammed for my Filipino Report, nagmadali akong makagawa ng visual aid, paulit ulit na practice sa mga sasabihin... and then, while my heart was beating fast, the teacher announced that the group reporting would be moved the next meeting na rin because there's one lesson that she had to tackle! oy...oy...oy... naloko na naman ako... tsk tsk. but yesterday's tricky moments (tama ba yun) continued this morning, when we were hurrying to finish our lab reports in taxonomy kasi may LONG TEST pa daw! So we had to use all our resources para matapos lang. Then we started studying after having finished the write-up and the drawing for our next experiment (?). At the end of the lab class, we were told that next meeting na lang ung lab report. OY OY OY... tsk tsk! And so we studied, tapos during our taxo lecture, the teacher told us that she didn't prepare the long test... OY OY OY. Sus na lang...You know that feeling of being soooooo worried and then you'd begin panicking and cramming and tired and restless... and then in then end, iyon pala for some reason, there's nothing to worry about. PALAW... OY... oY... OY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After knowing that NCX ran out of protractors, I decided to go to NCCC mall. It was raining and we had to cross along the pedestrian lane of Acacia. We found this little boy who was carrying umbrella. He told us that we can use his umbrella for two pesos. It seemed that we did need the umbrella so I told the boy, "Sige payungi na mi kay bayaran taka ug singko." He carries the big umbrella and then after a few minutes, he said, "Kamo gunit sa payong kay dili ko kaabot (taas kaayo)" Maybe the two pesos is for the umbrella only, without the labor. "Dapat ikaw ang magdala kay singko gud akong bayad," I replied.... medyo no comment afterwards.. Anyway, I liked the style of that boy... madiskarteng bata. Batang bata pa may hanapbuhay na, magpahiram lang ng umbrella may pera na kaagad. Shreng.. Thinking of hurrying up kasi gabi na, I thought of riding the MATINA jeepney. Jess didn't say anything about the route or the time it would take before we get to the mall. Tsk tsk... The jeepney was small pero bongga dahil coke ang design ng jeep nya... So, we were riding that jeepney and I realized MATINA jeepney had a different route compared with MAA jeepney.... but what's really more confusing was that we were getting to places that are not so familiar... and to think, his jeepney was filled with passengers, why would the driver bring us to different places? Parang napasok kami sa isang liblib na lugar and time was running, malapit na magclose ang nccc mall. Shreng. Saan ba kami dinadala ng driver na to. JOYRIDE? Then he stopped at a gate or something, o diba parang sindikato. He went down the jeepney. I wondered what were in the minds of the passengers about this stressful moment of not knowing what this driver really is up to. Shreng man ni na driver oy. He went back and he said something about his wife... I don't know if I'm right... and then scratched his head. Intawon, nobody knew that this driver got his personal plans and it seemed he wanted to share it to his passengers. We got to nccc mall and the department store was already closed. Shreng. Umuwi na lang kami...This only shows that wrong decisions makes things go wrong, pag pumunta kayo ng nccc, mag MAA jeepney na lang kayo... O diba... it's 10:52 pm na... so that's how my night became... became... I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway... wishy wishy wishy wishy wish wish wish! My mom's wish has finally come true and I could see how happy she is right now... Love you mom! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So it's time to leave now, 11:00 pm. Blogging and researching at the same time is not that easy.. It's 11:01 already... time to say goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you play the guessing game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The answer is.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bukas na lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-8665243466345434937?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/8665243466345434937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=8665243466345434937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8665243466345434937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8665243466345434937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-ten-oclock.html' title='It takes time.... ;)'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-3511156377478570909</id><published>2007-06-24T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:33:34.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO I DO..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have so many things to do tonight... i mean to...day? It's about 1:05 in the morning and I haven't accomplished anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;embryology write-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;embryology recitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Filipino Report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Filipino Visual Aid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Literature-story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Five looks many... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My body really hurt after playing volleyball yesterday. Tossing the ball one meter away from your head forty times isn't very easy. The result of doing everything just to reach forty would be a painful back, painful arms, painful neck, painful shoulders, painful abs, hehehe.... painful hips, bruises and red spots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Going back to doing the things I must do... This is a very difficult challenge for me. I feel so weak and then I am stuck with all those write-ups, recitations... etc. Haaaay.... But then, I do believe that God gives us challenges that we can pass through.... not pass by... but pass through. That's why, in times like this, just say... GO!GO!GO!---encouraging words from JP Abrina. I'm not really getting so worried because I also believe that someone will carry me anyway when I can't get up anymore... ;) Mmmmm... I also have good friends to share some laughs with, so all those worries would somehow lighten. Well...well... well... sometimes... it just has to be what it has to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Question question Portion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a question.... Kung pagod na pagod ka, kung nag-iisa ka lang, tapos ang dami dami mo pang gagawin, ano ang dapat mong isipin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-3511156377478570909?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/3511156377478570909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=3511156377478570909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3511156377478570909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3511156377478570909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-i-do.html' title='DO I DO..'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-786421436259299182</id><published>2007-06-22T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T07:16:59.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I'm a Girl of Many Wishes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday.... Embryology...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uwian na... and then I was talking to the people outside the classroom when I remembered that I had to get my embryology book in the locker. We were going to have an oral recitation the next day so I must get it. I didn't have the key so I had to run after Rani and JP from the seventh floor down to Roxas gate. They weren't there. They might have gone home. I went up stairs all the way to the fourth floor, and still, I found no one. I went all the way down, and I was starting to panic. I was tired and I was worrying. What should I do? I don't have my embryology book, how can I explain things for tomorrow? I got worried for several minutes. We got stuck in Roxas searching for solutions. If Rani and JP have gone home... then the only hope I had was Kay. She got the original key. My battery was empty, so I texted from a cellphone of a person I knew, which is somehow embarrassing. Fortunately, our classmate called Kay, and we found out that she's in Jacinto getting some photocopies. So we went there and I shouted Kay's name. KAAAAAAY! ANG SUSI! KUNIN KO ANG EMBRYO BOOK KO! May recitation pa naman bukas! Then, Kay answered, &lt;em&gt;bakit ka man magstadi ng embryology na wala mang embryology bukas!....&lt;/em&gt; I got stunned! FRIDAY NA MAN DIAY UGMA! WALA NGANG EMBRYOLOGY BUKAS! Tsk tsk! ... nakahilak ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday... sum"BAG"on nako si Marcis... Hay na lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was during lit time. I was sitted near the door and I was looking outside. Someone was trying to talk to me from the outside. I couldn't get what he wanted but he was trying to act it out. I guessed it was a bag. He may have left his bag somewhere, because I really didn't get him, I asked Kamille and Marcus to attend to that person. Marcus looked for the bag and asked Jess to get one bag from the back. The guy outside said,&lt;em&gt; wag na lang&lt;/em&gt;, then he left. It was too late when Marcus handed me the bag they found at the back. I took it and I went outside to see if I could still call the guy and give him what he was asking for. As I went outside, there was another guy who also went outside the classroom telling me... &lt;em&gt;akoa na&lt;/em&gt;. I was stunned once again... SORRY... wrong number? Tsk tsk... I was just trying to help someone and now I'm realizing that I was taking away something from somebody's property. Marcus... tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday... Juice ko Day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I bought juice (the ones in tetra pack). Then, later... when we were far far far from the store, I realized, I had no straw. Pano ao makakainom! Kinsa man gud nagbalot ba... walay straw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is like a cartoon show... as I said... anything can happen!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-786421436259299182?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/786421436259299182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=786421436259299182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/786421436259299182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/786421436259299182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-im-girl-of-many-wishes.html' title='Well I&apos;m a Girl of Many Wishes....'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-8454690512550148956</id><published>2007-06-21T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T07:50:33.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Well, I’m a man of many wishes&lt;br /&gt;Hope my premonition misses&lt;br /&gt;But what I really feel my eyes won’t let me hide&lt;br /&gt;cause they always start to cry&lt;br /&gt;cause this time could mean goodbye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has always been a cartoon show, where anything can happen. Something that goes like... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nangyayari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sayo&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued... it's raining you know... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was so glad to have experienced some fulfilling moments today, although I really had a bad time dealing with our math test. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nakakain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;totoong&lt;/span&gt; lunch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wakas&lt;/span&gt;! I was also able to buy an embryology book with free CD! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Meron&lt;/span&gt; kayo nun?! Even though I had my finger wounded, I was still active. I may had been sleepy with Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Taxo&lt;/span&gt; with her droopy self, I was still in good spirit. We even went to Kay's clinic and I even ate big hotcakes in Mercorner... if I'm not mistaken. We  had to go up up up to the seventh floor for Theology but I managed to ignore the pain. Sir Noriel was not in good mood with the noise we made, but... okey lang na... I went out of the room and I called Rani and JP from far far away, they ran. In my mind, they were to go home... but I tried to follow them several minutes after as I remembered my embryology book. Magstadi pa diay ko para sa recitation tomorrow. I had to get the key para sa locker. I went down through the helevator and I was sooooooo surprised...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bakit kaya? bukas na lang... inaantok na ako mga parts... oh diba, parang episode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-8454690512550148956?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/8454690512550148956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=8454690512550148956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8454690512550148956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8454690512550148956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/06/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-644161743394576245</id><published>2007-06-17T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T08:34:29.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimple Attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm giving myself 5 minutes of expressing what I really feel right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's nothing more exciting than having joyful pimples on your face!  Hahahah... I just finished working with my assignments and I realized that I'm really having the what I call "PIMPLE ATTACK." Haaay... It's the season of abundance... harvest time... It may take a while before I get rid of these red happy spots, and the only way I know... is using BIOLEAF Amino Soap!  Oh diba... parang commercial.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well... five minutes na man siguro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really had a wonderful day today. Cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;...Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-644161743394576245?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/644161743394576245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=644161743394576245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/644161743394576245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/644161743394576245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/06/pimple-attack.html' title='Pimple Attack!'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-8525226143079361322</id><published>2007-06-15T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T06:05:44.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marcus: Anong palaman ang lumilipad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nemia: Butter... peanut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tss...Laki problema mo nemia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am soooooooooo exhausted. Ayoko na po... tsk tsk tsk. Maling sked, maling classroom, maling teacher... maling nemia. As early as now, I already feel like a corpse bride! When can I feel beautiful and &lt;u&gt;truly&lt;/u&gt; happy again? atik lang. I'm still happy because I still got totally spies and friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Minsan oo minsan hindi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-8525226143079361322?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/8525226143079361322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=8525226143079361322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8525226143079361322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8525226143079361322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/06/sun-will-come-out-tomorrow.html' title='The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-5801972536290932134</id><published>2007-06-11T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T04:43:24.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventure of Nemia and Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vsS0L94M-Is" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm wishing... ;)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her voice is a little scary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nagulat ako sa prince... sumingit bigla... "todaaaay" ka diha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Monday... I woke up at about 11:00 am for the last time. Yes, this will be the last I would wake up late... I'm going to school starting tomorrow. Excited ka na ba? Anyway, as I went downstairs, everyone were very busy. They're busy in the kitchen, busy packaging our soap products, busy playing the drums, busy talking, busy walking, busy busying... heheh... they sure were working fast....and as for me, my world was in slowmotion-- I just got up from my magical bed you know. Later, I brought tweety home to bathe her. She was very dirty...Then, I ate lunch with my dad and my brothers. Ulam namin? It's the never-ending gulay! I could still remember the gulay we had for dinner lastnight. Oh well, gulay has been a part of our everyday life. Without the precious gulay, I wouldn't have been this healthy and strong. Hahahah... I tell you, the last time I got sick-- I mean really really sick-- was last year, which means my immune system had been really strong.... STRONG PARE! mayabang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Later, I went to SM to buy myself a new pair of shoes and to make my brother's simple wish come true. Kuya Mark who's a music teacher, asked me to buy him the school requirements he needed. I rode a taxi to SM. Yes yes yes! nagtataxi na ako!!! Manong driver was a little sick... he was coughing. While we were near the kanto of TULIP drive... He said something... "Nagstop ang gago..." Tsk tsk. Kaya ka inuubo nong eh! But wow, sosyal na driver to... he speaks english ha. He was kind, instead of giving me 47 as my change, he gave me 50. Hahaha... salamat sa tres nong. And so, I went directly to the ladies' shoes section and wow... I couldn't see any good shoe, not until I got to Mario d' Boro where I found one. In the end, I was able to buy two pairs.... hihi...mahirap nang mageksplika... so it was time for my brother's wish-ko-lang but I felt the magical feeling of hunger. Before I went to McDo, I met Carlo. The cutie boy wasn't really surprised to see me, I thought he'd say, HOOOY NEMIA!... but it seemed like nagsawa na siya sa aking face. Hehehe...Okey lang yan Cutie Boy. ANDUN SA MAY ICE CREAM SI UMBRAYDA... that's what he told me. I asked him who UMBRAYDA was and it was MAYA pala. Unfortunately, I didn't find Maya. Sige lang.. Magkikita din yan kami bukas. So I ate at McDo and it was then that I realized I am, once again, a loner. Someone told me before that I'm a loner as I was playing daytona and dancefreaks in timezone all by myself. Oonga... I really was... ALL BY MYSELF... DON'T WANNA LIVE BY MYSELF BY MYSELF ANYMORE!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hot fudge, McDO ran out of sundaes... sundae's... sundaesss.. Sayang... It's been a long time since I last tasted their hot fudge. I was lucky to get a table for myself. Daming tao... Although I felt the loneliness... hahha... I had fun with their shrek's royal... something, where they got games like multiple choice, spot the difference, and the puzzle where you find the missing words (anong tawag nyan) for those who feel lonely and bored. And so, finally, I went to National Book Store for my brother's wish. There were so many moms and dads and kids and teenagers... I had quite a hard time looking for Kuya's requirements.. from the stapler to the blackboard eraser to the shool register... what's a school register? tsk tsk. But at least, I was able to buy everything he needed. I carried three bags with the cartolina and the rolled plastic cover. Wow... my hand was really shaking... I looked like a mom carrying my children's school supplies. Sige lang... at least I rode a taxi home. Hahahah... The driver almost brought me to the wrong village or subdivision. He was saying something earlier, but it wasn't clear. He said something that ends with... _____YO... and then I said, HA? But he never replied, I was hurt. Hahahah. Kaya pala... he thought of another village... parang EL RIO... other than my DINAVILLE. Chong, DINAVILLE FOREVER yata ito! And so, I got home with a little headache. Oh diba... and that's how Nemia and myself had a magical adventure... binuang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;... now it's time to prepare for school... and I'm about to start preparing right at this very moment. So... so long... farewell... I hate to say goodbye... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-5801972536290932134?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/5801972536290932134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=5801972536290932134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5801972536290932134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5801972536290932134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/06/adventure-of-nemia-and-self.html' title='The Adventure of Nemia and Self'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-8660087727926374857</id><published>2007-06-10T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T10:18:03.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hooooooooooooooooooh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"When you feel soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo angry... I mean... really really really mad, or if you feel sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo upset.... all you have to do is---------------------- -TAKE A BATH." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-8660087727926374857?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/8660087727926374857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=8660087727926374857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8660087727926374857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8660087727926374857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/06/hooooooooooooooooooh.html' title='hooooooooooooooooooh....'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-2321592149146118811</id><published>2007-06-05T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T03:56:39.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EnRollmEnT DaY ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was our enrollment. I was so excited, but my excitement turned into almost like a heart attack when I met four men beating one poor guy near the kanto. What makes it scary was that our tricycle parked in the very kanto of the subdivision, which was so near the fighting scene. Fortunately, my brother was there and he knew what to do. If I was alone, something wrong might have happened to me. So we went far from the area and we waited until everything cooled down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That was my first time to encounter such, and never would I want to see another one again. I saw blood. I heard the guy being beaten up shouting. He was helpless but he had to defend himself or else... tsk tsk. I saw how people were alarmed. The barangay people were hurrying to run after those bad guys. I saw one who was carrying a gun. One man came back with a bolo. I saw the policemen coming. I couldn't believe that I am actually seeing an actual scenario of a crime scene, I should say. My heart was beating fast and I was really scared. Haaay... I thought I could stand seeing people hurting each other, I mean, I watch WWE and UFC with my brothers. In UFC, it's real fighting, the fighters get wounded, injured... etc, but it's different pala when it's real. haaay ulit... I hope the authorities have already settled what has to be settled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Moving on... we got to school early. Enrolling yourself is like an amazing race. You have to be patient and you have to be alert as well. If this was really an amazing race, I would have lost. Getting the grades might be the easiest part. Hahah. I filled up that course-title-code number-room-schedule-paper ( di ko alam anong tawag dun) and I had quite a hard time doing it as I did it twice. When we finally got to the cashier, who might be so stressed out as she wasn't really nice to us, we were told to go back and get the paper we were holding signed. DIVISION CHAIRPERSON, DIVISION CHAIRPERSON... sus na lang. Then, we had to wait for hours for that. We were glad that the cashier,who wasn't that nice, was considerate enough. We were able to pay as soon as we got that paper signed. Lastly, we went to the mini-auditorium to have our ID's validated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To be continued... kain muna ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so after sleeping this afternoon, here I am to continue yesterday's adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to the mall then to Marcus' house then to Banok's then to Rani's house. Mall was good, Marcus' place was better, Banok's...mmmm... no comment, and Rani's home... is the best!!! We met Nico.... I forgot this boy's last name... but he's the master of something. hahahah...We thought he'd hit us with his super stick. I got home a little late which caused my mom to get a little upset. SORRY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway... although I really didn't get to talk about the details of my adventure with my friends yesterday, I'm glad that TOTALLY SPIES were together again. Hahaha. Also, I got to meet my classmates. Haaaay.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me end this post which took me almost a day to finish... by greeting the super peeps:&lt;br /&gt;Kay- &lt;em&gt;You're a super girl already! Congratulations for finally being sure of your true identity! Stay beautiful inday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;JP- &lt;em&gt;Hay day! The dancing diva!!! See you on Tuesday. Hindi ko pala alam ang schedule natin ba. It's lost, di ko na mahanap.Hahahah. Binuang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rani- &lt;em&gt;Sis! Sana sabay sabay tayo sa Tuesday punta sa classroom. Wala akong kaalam alam kung anong oras at san pupunta. Hahahah. Sige day! Ingat! Mwah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maya- " ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;* " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jess- &lt;em&gt;Nakauwi ka ba ng maayos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;MMMM... It's time to say goodbye. Nothing really happened today. Although I woke up a little early, I slept the whole afternoon. tsk tsk... but I thought the day is beautiful. I could feel it!!!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tama pala... I think tonight is the last episode of Asian Treasures... feeling ko maganda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-2321592149146118811?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/2321592149146118811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=2321592149146118811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2321592149146118811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2321592149146118811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/06/enrollment-day.html' title='EnRollmEnT DaY ;)'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-8112182484144638351</id><published>2007-06-03T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T02:01:55.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny SIDE up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;   I got to teach kids this morning which is somehow an accomplishment for me. Although there were only few of them but it's still fun to find out what's in the minds of these kids. My lesson was about God's plans for our lives, they really didn't get what I really wanted to say. It's hard to explain things to kids because sometimes you think they're listening and they're really looking at you but you'll just realize they were thinking of clay, colors, toys... etc. Hahah.. Sometimes they get busy with the things they find inside the classroom like the pushcarts, which they call "broom-broom". I really don't want those pushcarts to be around, but that room was a storage room which we turned into a classroom, so they push and push while I'm storytelling. Mmmm... Kids get busy too you know. But then, a teacher has to be patient. It's for God anyway. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;    I asked a 3-year-old girl what she wanted to become when she grows up. Hmmmm.... She's just three years old, why would I ask that? But she gave me the answer, and that is to become a.... banana. Hahahah... SAGING. I asked her why and she replied:"daghan man saging sa among balay." Heheh... Let's just say, she's inspired with her surroundings... See? It's fun talking to kids. They look at life in a simple way. They say simple things, want simple things, love simple things... etc. etc. I gave her a chocolate and at the end when it was time to go home, she was calling me, "Teacher, teacher!" Then she said, "... Thank you..." Aaaah... ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Life has a lot of sides...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so, this is one side of my life. Nagiging madrama na ako.. yaks... and yes, I myself never imagined becoming a sunday school teacher one day, and yet, it's amazing to know that I did become one now. I'm happy to have this side. It makes me close to God and it makes me close to kids. I love this side! It's one of the most wonderful sides I have... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nganong komplikado man kaayo... intawon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-8112182484144638351?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/8112182484144638351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=8112182484144638351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8112182484144638351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8112182484144638351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/06/sunny-side-up.html' title='sunny SIDE up'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-7921183631549699742</id><published>2007-06-02T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T01:43:33.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get things Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All this time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;   It's June already, and I didn't do anything meaningful or wonderful this summer. Haaay... it looks like I've just wasted two months of being seventeen.... and I feel so sorry... Maybe this guilt feeling of doing nothing would push me to do something constructive this week . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;   What makes me feel more guilty is that I also wake up late on Sundays... and it's been a month since the last time I taught the kids in sunday school, and so because there's no teacher, then there would be no class as well. Yes, this isn't my job, I am not bound to do something like this, but maybe it's the thought htat my life became more wonderful when I started teaching children. I have been very enthusiastic and positive in everything I do... at home or in school. That is why, starting tomorrow, which is SUNDAY, I have to get things right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-7921183631549699742?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/7921183631549699742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=7921183631549699742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/7921183631549699742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/7921183631549699742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/06/from-now-on.html' title='Get things Right'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-4403598518360320543</id><published>2007-05-28T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T19:54:30.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ishrek</title><content type='html'>adkfjjfaImdaf SlkjO jalkfHAkljdfPlkjdfPY AdkfjlakdjNdkjfD TakfjalfjHajfANjakdfjF.ksfdlUL FljkdfOdjfalR jlakdjfEakAjlakdjCH dafdMojjdfOMkjfdlskjjfdjflENkjdalfT. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-4403598518360320543?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/4403598518360320543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=4403598518360320543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/4403598518360320543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/4403598518360320543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/05/ishrek.html' title='ishrek'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-3925122519038836323</id><published>2007-05-23T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T10:27:25.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SSSSSSSSHHHHREK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;12:43 na daw sabi sa computer! hay, ganito na talaga ang buhay ko dito, gising pa ako kahit sobra 12 na.... di muna ako mag-eenglish, kasi feeling ko ha mga chong, parang hindi ako marunong mag-english. simula nung second sem, na-fi-feel ko na ang aking kahinaan sa pagsasalita ng ENGLISH! kasi di ako marunong gumawa ng paragraph tsaka essay sa english 13... parang nawalan ako ng confidence sa sarili kasi nakakapressure! hoooh. TOINK! pero okey lang yan, ganyan talaga ang buhay. may mga chances na ganyan ang pakiramdam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway... uy nag-english na... napaka-nakakagulat ang mga events ngayong araw na ito. nakakapagpabagabag! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;first, una, si tweety napilayan. Tumatakbo na lang siya gamit ang dalawang kamay at isang paa. Isipin nyo kaya un! Walang nakakaalam kung ano ang dahilan kung bakit siya nagkaganon, pero ako, may naiisip ako na suspek! hindi ko lang alam kung tama ang hula ko... mmmmm.... pero sa kabila ng kalagayan ni tweet tweet... I feel that she's happy. Parang okey lang na ganun siya kasi walang difference ang energy nya dati at ngayon. Amazing na aso to! Dream, believe, survive! Pero at least, positive thinker siya, laging may pag-asa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ung pangalawa naman, napaso ako ng plantsa! Iyon sana ang moment ko para mamalantsa, kasi paminsan minsan lang ako gumagawa nun. Nang tinawag ako ni nanay, ayun, naplantsa ko pati kamay ko. Medyo dahil sa katangahan nga lang talaga iyon pero pare! ang hapdi!!! pero nakakapagtataka, ngayon, di ko na masyadong feel na masakit, di gaya nung bata pa ako, parang mga ilang araw din un na sakit at pagdurusa, nilalagyan pa nga ng colgate eh. hahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pangatlo, eto, ibang level talaga to! LIFE CHANGING EXPERIENCE TO... para sakin. Pagdating namin sa bahay, nagulat kami kasi nagkanda-sugat sugat si Kuya Ron! At hindi siya mukhang minor wound! naaksidente siya sa motorcycle, kasi itong Dinaville, medyo delikadong lugar ito para sa mga nagba-bike, nagmo-motor, kahit sa mga sasakyan... lalo na sa slopes. ayun, klarong klaro ang pagkakaaksidente nya, at ang motorcycle... deds din! tsktsk... pero kung iisipin, minor wounds lang nga kasi di naman kelangang tahiin... eeeew... pero fresh na fresh ah... eeeew... buti na lang, di siya nabagok o nabalian ng buto. tsktsk. LIFE CHANGING EXPERIENCE TO para sakin mga chong, kasi iniisip ko, kahit magkaaway kami ng kapatid kong to, kahit papano... di pa rin ako papayag na may mangyaring masama sa kanya. I still care for him... masakit pala sa heart mga chong pag may masamang nangyari sa kapatid mo kahit parang galit na galit ka na sa kanya sa dami ng kasalanan nya sayo. haaaay.... I'm very thankful that he's fine. Tsk tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So what did I realize today? Mmmmm.... Siguro, totoo nga talaga na meron tayong angels na katabi everyday. Kasi we're still safe kahit papano. We still feel secured sa kabila ng maraming dangers sa world... di lang sa pagkapilay, sa plantsa, or sa motorcycle... pati sa pagdating ng mga unfortunate events natin sa buhay, we're still able to go through, as long as we have faith... we are always certain that we're still safe, we can still take risks... even though we get hurt, we're still okay... and we can still show the world the best smile! :) pero always be careful... ingat lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so! hanggang diyan na muna tayo mga inday mga dong! hahahah... HAAAAAH (yawn)... medyo inaantok na rin ako. dapat maaga akong magising bukas... dahil... wala lang. GUD MORNING! and I love you all! 1:19 na....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-3925122519038836323?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/3925122519038836323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=3925122519038836323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3925122519038836323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3925122519038836323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/05/1243-na-daw-sabi-sa-computer-hay-ganito.html' title='SSSSSSSSHHHHREK'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-8470598933350243342</id><published>2007-05-20T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T01:46:28.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny day Sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Every Sunday, I tend to be quiet.... drama effects...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I just realized that I did something sinful, and I pray that God would forgive me for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I also pray that God will continue to guide me in whatever path I take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lastly, I pray for happiness and peace.... I know God knows what's in my heart. I trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;*Last night was Mara's debut and I'd like to thank her again for making me a part of that special night. She really was shining and sparkling... heheh... I was one of her eighteen candles, and being one of her candles was quite a challenging task. With high heels, I had to walk a long way to get to the microphone and I was nervous and shaking. hahah... Oh well, I'm thankful I did fine.... no accidents... Hahaha... I just got a little disturbed when the emcee called me "Nimya" instead of a lighter softer "Nemya." Ngek...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I really want to thank Mara for remembering. She was one of my good friends back in my first and second years in highschool. I could say she had always been a good person... always responsible, determined... and helpful... She really deserves such a wonderful night like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Onaiza,best girl... hahahah...and Superfriend JP were also there. We had fun strolling around the big area. We went to the beach, and it was a long walk and my feet really hurt, but it's okay, at least, somehow, I could say that I went to the beach this summer. Heheh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*MILO....last night was the last...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Dance... as if it's the last night of the world... yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SUNNY DAY SUNDAY SAYING (parang tongue twister)&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS HAVE FAITH...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-8470598933350243342?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/8470598933350243342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=8470598933350243342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8470598933350243342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8470598933350243342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/05/sunny-day-sunday.html' title='Sunny day Sunday...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-3464327873586256865</id><published>2007-05-18T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T06:16:54.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Nem...o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My title really has no connection with the things I'm going to say... tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway, I want to start with a wonderful introduction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l6TjngOaNf8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love the way she says her lines in this commercial; there's something interesting about how she delivers the lines: "hindi ako natakot, hindi umurong, di nawalan ng boses, KAHIT ANO PA, KAHIT SAAN PA....." I find myself imitating her especially the KAHIT ANO PA, KAHIT SAAN PA... part. Hahahaha... ginagaya ko talaga chong... ADIK? And somehow, I might use these lines one day... ahahaha... if someone would ask, "Pano mo nalampasan ang mga problemang iyon?"... I'll just say... "Me? Oh...hindi ako natakot, hindi umurong, hindi nawalan ng boses, kahit ano pa, kahit saan pa... I HAVE A HAPPY SMILE. :) " Oh diba... charing.. paulit ulit lang sinabi ko para mahaba... tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MILO EVERYDAY... I love MILO. MILO makes me feel so light... It's the energy drink every kid should have. DRINK DRINK DRINK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I woke up at 12 pm... again... just like yesterday, and the day before yesterday and the day before the day before yesterday and so on... I don't know, I sleep at past twelve then I wake up at twelve. I'm having a very unhealthy habit pare!!! Tsk tsk. Di ko na na-eenjoy ang kalahati ng araw ko. oh noooooooooooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FLU... HEADACHE... what else? Yeah... I feel so weak right now. I'm getting sick... which is not good because I am about to attend a party tomorrow. Yeah... party... and I don't have an invitation... haaay... then, I don't even know how to look good for that occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SHREK...What if I was FIONA? hahahaha... oh no... I'm doomed!... oh well, as long as shrek is there... yaks. I want to watch this movie here in the house at night.... baka maging horror... hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So this is what happens when you get stuck in the house for a long time... You get amazed with TV commercials, wake up sooooo late, get drunk with MILO, have flu or headache, or both, and think about shrek, ... hehehe... I really don't have any good things to talk about... but I'm happy because, not long enough, I'll be back in school again. SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I forgot... may importante pala akong misyon... MAGPA-LOAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGE GUyS! HAVE FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-3464327873586256865?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/3464327873586256865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=3464327873586256865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3464327873586256865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3464327873586256865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-want-to-start-with-wonderful.html' title='Finding Nem...o'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-73957442548225874</id><published>2007-05-13T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T03:51:01.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chisburgar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RkbpKYDd_zI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DSNqjJh6F-E/s1600-h/12-05-07_2348.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063991195489664818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RkbpKYDd_zI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DSNqjJh6F-E/s320/12-05-07_2348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ay&lt;/span&gt; may &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lobo&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lumipad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;langit&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;makita&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pumutok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pala&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;... What if I were a balloon? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Haaaay&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ayokong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pumutok&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ngek&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy birthday in advance ulit KAMILLE! HOoooH... Salamat ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E!!! Life does have a lot of surprises... Tsk tsk.. tested and proven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day! I love you MOM!!! Mwah mwah mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-73957442548225874?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/73957442548225874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=73957442548225874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/73957442548225874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/73957442548225874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/05/ako-ay-may-lobo.html' title='chisburgar...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RkbpKYDd_zI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DSNqjJh6F-E/s72-c/12-05-07_2348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-1067059274158419997</id><published>2007-05-07T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T09:48:09.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalalala.... la lang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm really dancing right now.... I'm starting to like listening to Stevie Wonder's songs. After being struck with his "overjoyed" and addicted to his "You are the Sunshine of My Life" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hoooh! yeah... here comes knocks me off my feet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/IX4On06qtL/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/IX4On06qtL/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;see? "there's something 'bout your love".... anyway my favorite part here is the "I don't wanna bore you with it... oh but I love you I love you I love you....." part. hahah... I like the voice of this guy... it knocks me off my feet!...his songs keep me dancing...  hahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Try and try until you cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-1067059274158419997?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/1067059274158419997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=1067059274158419997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1067059274158419997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1067059274158419997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/05/lalalalala-la-lang.html' title='Lalalalala.... la lang...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-1940230504575225166</id><published>2007-05-06T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T07:18:57.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haaaay.... Ganyan talaga sa buhay... ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rj3fKoDd_uI/AAAAAAAAAZU/C-_3p0SZ4qY/s1600-h/03-05-07_1435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061446929877958370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rj3fKoDd_uI/AAAAAAAAAZU/C-_3p0SZ4qY/s320/03-05-07_1435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile... though your heart is aching... smile... even though it's breaking... when there are clouds in the sky... you'll get by... if you smile through your fears and sorrow... smile and maybe tomorrow... you'll see the sun come shining through... if you just... smile. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have so many things to be happy for... and that's what I want to thank God for... &lt;em&gt;nagrhyme&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;*I really have no new experiences to tell... but I could still say I'm doing well... &lt;em&gt;nagrhyme u&lt;/em&gt;lit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-1940230504575225166?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/1940230504575225166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=1940230504575225166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1940230504575225166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1940230504575225166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/05/haaaay-ganyan-talaga-sa-buhay.html' title='Haaaay.... Ganyan talaga sa buhay... ;)'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rj3fKoDd_uI/AAAAAAAAAZU/C-_3p0SZ4qY/s72-c/03-05-07_1435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-376403477836207497</id><published>2007-05-01T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T06:40:25.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rjc6QYDd_nI/AAAAAAAAAYY/vCh5njcO_Ms/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nagluto ako ng squidballs ba... Hindi ko alam kung hilaw or luto! Hahahah... Kasi golden brown ang color daw nya kaya luto na daw... pero pagtikim ko, bakit di ko feel ang delicious squidballs? hahaha... yaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I think I'm doing a great job here in the house, and it feels good. It's a magical feeling! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haaaaay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 1 na pala... hoooh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-376403477836207497?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/376403477836207497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=376403477836207497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/376403477836207497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/376403477836207497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/05/still-here.html' title='Still here...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-1793077876140924278</id><published>2007-04-25T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T07:21:48.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANg SIkreto ni Nemia... click this...'/><title type='text'>At last UMULAN din</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;KOKEY MEETS IMANG... Nangangayayat si Imang at si Kokey naman ay... ay... si KOKEY... mmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-1793077876140924278?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/1793077876140924278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=1793077876140924278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1793077876140924278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1793077876140924278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-last-umulan-din.html' title='At last UMULAN din'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-237906576018998715</id><published>2007-04-24T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T07:31:07.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ang bakasyon...'/><title type='text'>DERFFIENT... FLEEINGS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paying the internet bill was a little difficult. My brother told me earlier that I was to face a machine and not a human being. Tsk tsk! I had to use my charms to get through. I didn't even know which blank in the envelope I should fill in, but thanks to Mr. Guard for assisting me through out the process. I was able to face the machine, touch the screen and press and press! Whew... That was amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheerdance... I think I'm going to join the division's cheerdance----... how do you call that?... heheh.. Not only that I could keep my figure... &lt;em&gt;atik lang&lt;/em&gt;... but I could also go out and spend time with my friends again. &lt;em&gt;O diba&lt;/em&gt;... The only problem is what I call "asking of permission-stage." I have to do good things to earn their trust. Hahahay... dancing makes you feel beautiful... It's a magical feeling... like a fairy...&lt;em&gt;tapos wet look ka pa nyan diba... edi ang dungis dungis mo na!&lt;/em&gt; Hahahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luck...We found ourselves lining up near a counter to win some cool items. It was a raffle draw or something... I mean, you pick from that "bunut-bunot jar"... hahaha... and so I was the one who picked from that bunut-bunot jar just to see if I still got the luck or if my lucky charms still work. I was wishing for a mountain bike because that's the biggest prize they have there... as if I can use it...Mmmmm... Guess what I won?.... VOLLEYBALL... oh well... it's still meant for me. I heard our PE next year would be some ball games... wow, I can practice playing it... alone....and if I get to have the chance to go to the beach, I'm going to bring it and have fun with... TWEETY... ahahahah&lt;em&gt;... o diba...&lt;/em&gt; the prize isn't that bad after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow Cab... I wish I could hear them say... PIZZA for Nemia! (with a smile)... wrong timing eh... &lt;em&gt;walay tao&lt;/em&gt;... You know, when I was still a kid, I once dreamt of becoming a waiter and a cashier in a restaurant... &lt;em&gt;simpleng pangarap&lt;/em&gt;... I didn't even think about the income. I was more of the magical feeling of pressing keys and serving customers with love... hooooh... HI SIR! HI MA'AM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHAHA.... ang dami kong HAHAHAHAHA.... but at some point... I feel a little frustrated... Mejo naiinis ako na ewan... hoooh... nakakapagtataka... at nakakapagpagagabag...nakakapagpabagabag. &lt;em&gt;itry nyo nga itype yang nakakapagpabagabag... parang nalilito ang mga daliri mo... confused sila.. hahahah.. nakakapagpabagabag... hahaha... nakakapagpabagabag nakapagbapgabag nakakapagbagabag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Extra feature:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The chicken... there's something wrong with the chicken... I feel bad about it. naiinis ako!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A pppp...ich...a...pay.... a ppp...icha...pppp...ahaaaay... haaaay....can't sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-237906576018998715?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/237906576018998715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=237906576018998715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/237906576018998715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/237906576018998715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/04/derffient-fleeings.html' title='DERFFIENT... FLEEINGS...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-852416499538778708</id><published>2007-04-23T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T05:53:58.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh well... nothing really happened today, except for the black cat that came my way when I went out for a little walk. This could mean I'm going to face another unfortunate event. Oh no.... I'm doomed... and I'm actually excited... hahahaha... atik lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sa palagay ko... kelangan kong makasinghot ng polusyon sa labas ng Dinaville... mukha na akong bato dahil batong-bato na ako dito. ahahaha... I'm gonna get out o f  here babe! Someday... ahahahah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-852416499538778708?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/852416499538778708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=852416499538778708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/852416499538778708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/852416499538778708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-8009795384036937866</id><published>2007-04-23T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:18:28.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So... as I was saying yesterday, stars are so cool. What more pa kaya ang mga meteors at mga UFO's? Ahahahaha... Life is so sweet! I mean stars make life a lot sweeter! I found out, there really was a meteor shower.... Haaaay... Someday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let me share another conversation with kuya Mark last night. Hahahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya mark: Mi, si mama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: Taas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kuya Mark: Pahilot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: Si Papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kuya Mark: Si Mama?&lt;br /&gt;Mia: Taas lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kuya Mark: Pahilot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: Papa... ..................Si mama nasa taas, si papa ang nagpahilot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tsk tsk... pag tinatamad ka namang magsalita o..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I woke up at lunch time so diretso ako sa kusina. Diretso ako kain. O diba? Automatic. I am actually laughing at Vic Sotto and his peeps in Eat Bulaga. Ahahahaha... :) Okey.. Mamaya na lang ulit kung nagkaadventure ako. Wala pa akong news kasi kakakain ko lang. Automatic talaga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I would like to say Hi To MAYA. Wala lang... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-8009795384036937866?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/8009795384036937866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=8009795384036937866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8009795384036937866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/8009795384036937866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/04/so.html' title=''/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-2928245363682575320</id><published>2007-04-22T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:39:18.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At last, I was able to teach the kids in church. It's been four sundays since the last time I taught them about the proditgal son. Hmmm... My excuse for the first sunday was that I got busy in school, the second one was I went with my Mom to Cagayan, the third goes to waking up late, and the fourth... I went to church but I didn't teach because I thought I should refresh myself first and listen to the message. But I'm glad that Teacher Mia is back again... Haaaay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My lesson was about repentance and correcting the mistake you've done. Yes... I think you just don't say that word "sORRY", you have to do something about it! Right? Okay... enough with the lessons... heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just want to thank God, as always, for every smile and for every... thing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saturday: Meteor Shower... I really wanted to see that. But I think I missed watching those meteors showering... It was 11:30 in my watch and I bought creams and cloud nine so I could eat them while waiting. I kept looking at the sky and I also wished for a shooting star to come out. I said to myself that I wouldn't eat that bar of cloud nine until I see the meteor shower. Anyway, I suddenly saw a sparkling thing moving quite fast, and a red light would appear each moment. I thought it was one of the meteors... It was almost the same size as the stars... mmmm... I was smiling but I realized... I was wrong... UFO I should say... ngek, I remembered KOKEY... I even thought I saw a shooting star, but I was also wrong. It was just an insect... Ahahaha... oh well... I finally gave up after an hour and thirty minutes of waiting. I wasn't able to eat that cloudnine and after that I never saw it again... yup, someone ate it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe it's not yet my time to see such beautiful and amazing event. For now, I am contented with the shooting star I saw before. I tell you, my wish did came true. Maybe it'll work as long as you keep it to your heart and only you and the shooting star know about it, as if it is your little secret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway, the stars are really beautiful. They were sparkling. Haaahaay... Masmasarap siguro pag nakahiga habang nagrereflect sa mga stars kasi nakakastip nek pag nakaupo ka tapos nakahangad... tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be continued... umuulan... baka masira tong comps... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-2928245363682575320?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/2928245363682575320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=2928245363682575320&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2928245363682575320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2928245363682575320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-last-i-was-able-to-teach-kids-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-7308159382877927367</id><published>2007-04-21T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T05:24:02.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As usual, my day would start with a very meaningful conversation with my brother Rhon, with all of his touching stories and funny jokes... tsk tsk. He was studying really hard because he was going to take a test with Ma'am Pasino by 3 pm. Wow, I wish she wouldn't tell my brother how noisy I was in class if she finds out that I am his sister.&lt;br /&gt;It's hot and it's boring. I wake up, I eat, I watch TV, I draw, I eat, I go to the store to buy HANY, I watch TV again, I face the computer, I watch TV again, of course, I eat, I watch TV for the last time, then I sleep... sometimes, before I go to sleep... I eat or face the computer again. I was supposed to be my dad's secretary... sometimes he calls for my help, and sometimes he doesn't... it's... seasonal?&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I had a very crazy adventure. It's like a movie again, in which things are happening according to plan. There's a script. I mean, it's as if it has to happen that way. I would want to talk to the director about this. Oh well... I decided to go the garage to feed the dog. The garage is quite far from the house. Ate Kristina told me that the garage was open because my uncle went there, so I didn't bring the key. So I walked under the heat of the sun. But thanks to my blue umbrella... When I got there, the gate was locked and so I had to go back all the way home to get the key. Mmmmm.... ate kristina tricked me. From home, I had to take another long walk again...mmmm... hot,hot,hot... Then I went inside and looked for the dog. I began to realize that she was locked inside the office. I tried a bunch of keys to unlock the door but none of those worked. This meant that I had to go back once again to get the right key. I was trying to be patient and I walked and walked AGAIN. I got to the garage and tried all of the keys I brought, but still, I couldn't open the door. I didn't want to go back home and ask my dad about it, so I sat down. It was hot and my head was getting hot too... All I wanted was to feed the dog and then I had to go through all of these back- and- forth walking in a very very hot sunny afternoon... Suddenly, I saw this window beside the door. I realized I can reach the doorknob inside the room. I could unlock it myself without the keys... and I wanted to cry. Why didn't I thought of that earlier? Tsssssssss...Haaay... Ate Kristina said: "Sige lang mi, para makaexercise ka..." Mmmmp... Ate Kristina... you tricked me...&lt;br /&gt;But you know, I realized I can be LUPIN's sidekick. I looked like a thief at that point. There was even a time where I got home so late and no one could hear me. I was stuck outside the house and I already wanted to cry. I climbed onto the wall and got into the balcony to knock and wake my mom to let me in. Haaay... My mind actually works like that when I feel so hopeless... That's life. Break the glass in case of emergency... I don't know why I said that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at least I have something to share.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I envy the kids who are so happy flying kites. Yes, when you look at them, they support each other and they are always smiling looking at their kites flying up in the sky. True happiness... that's what I find in their hearts... charing... atik lang. I too want to learn how to fly kites so I could also find true happiness. I wish I could one day fly a kite with my friends... hahah...&lt;br /&gt;I watched the ending of "Flame of Recca" yesterday. Recca and Koorey, they both had great powers! Oh well, Koorey died. (I don't know the spelling of his name.) But at least he realized his own mistakes and that great power is useless without friends and loved ones to share it with. O diba? Parang batang lalaki noh? Nanonood pa ng mga ganyan.&lt;br /&gt;I saw KOKEY's movie this week. I only saw it, I didn't watch it. Haay... It hurts to know that I was or I AM named KOKEY... No matter how I try to look at him... haaay na lang... alien invasion. Maya and Jess... tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;That's it... I have nothing else to share... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmm... okey lang yan... ganyan talaga ang buhay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;babay... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looks like someone's thinking of evil plans....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RioBLfHW6uI/AAAAAAAAAWo/wukBJ8JqI3k/s1600-h/19-04-07_1817.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055854828519353058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RioBLfHW6uI/AAAAAAAAAWo/wukBJ8JqI3k/s200/19-04-07_1817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.... ahahaha... atik lang... yak oily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blackpanda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RioAuvHW6tI/AAAAAAAAAWg/srfYAhVMGyQ/s1600-h/19-04-07_1839.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055854334598114002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RioAuvHW6tI/AAAAAAAAAWg/srfYAhVMGyQ/s200/19-04-07_1839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Tumataba ata ako... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-7308159382877927367?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/7308159382877927367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=7308159382877927367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/7308159382877927367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/7308159382877927367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RioBLfHW6uI/AAAAAAAAAWo/wukBJ8JqI3k/s72-c/19-04-07_1817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-2678365815043869851</id><published>2007-04-17T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T06:19:47.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was my Dad's secretary this morning. All I did was write and write. I wrote numbers from 401 to 445, my dad's name many times, and the word "Bioleaf Amino Soap." While I was writing, my brother sat near me and kept on talking, until I found him mentioning something about his lovelife. Bwahahaha... He couldn't keep it inside.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I never asked him to talk about how he deals with his heart. Hahaha... &lt;em&gt;Ganyan pala yan, di napipigilan.&lt;/em&gt; But  everything about it is already over he said&lt;em&gt;... heheh.. over sa imong nawong..Baduy din pala tong kapatid ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I went to school this afternoon to buy JP's OLAY products and see my grades. Ang laki pala ng boxes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was so surprised with my grades. I couldn't believe it. Up to now, I'm still thinking if those were really mine. Hihih... Thank you Lord. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But the fun part of my adventure happened when the TOTALLY SPIES--- Sam, Clover, and.... Daisy (sabi ni JP)... Alex &lt;em&gt;pala&lt;/em&gt;.... go together. JP, Rani, and I went to timezone and played Daytona and Dance Freaks. &lt;em&gt;Napansin ko, letter D nagstart yung dalawang games ah&lt;/em&gt;... Anyway, I really had fun. I was so happy that the three of us were together again. TRUCKTRUCK TRUCK. We drove that big truck (&lt;em&gt;atikatik na truck)&lt;/em&gt; and we didn't know how. &lt;em&gt;Pero ang sarap sumigaw...hahaha.... may bato ba naman na nahuhulog galing sa bundok? Sino kayang nag-isip ng ideyang un!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Pero kung ako tatanungin nyo, wag nyo nang subukang laruin un, nakakadiscourage... tsktsk...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm just very thankful that this day ended well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haaaaay... I realized, it's great to have people who's always on the go to have fun with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adventures are fun friends!. SO &lt;em&gt;sa bawat adventure, dapat thankful ka sa mga taong kasama mo sa paglalakbay na yun. Hindi thrilling ang iyong journey kung wala kang karamay. Pag ikaw lang mag-isa ang mag-adventure, tsk tsk... mukha kang engot... di ka makatawa... makapagsalita... diba mga prens? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-2678365815043869851?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/2678365815043869851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=2678365815043869851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2678365815043869851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2678365815043869851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/04/breaking-free.html' title='Breaking Free'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-5752773761820227301</id><published>2007-04-15T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T08:19:34.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's raining... see? I don't feel good inside and it rains... Haaaay.... Wish something thrilling would happen one of these days... Haaaaah... (yawn) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GUSTO KONG MANOOD NG HORROR MOVIE NA MAY KASAMA SIYEMPRE... WANNA JOIN? NGek...  Parang ako oh... horror... shocking ito na fictyur ba.. ikwento ko na lang... nakuha ko to sa self portrait na camera... alam nyo na... ung makita nyo sarili nyo sa screen habang nagatake... hindi ko man alam na naka-on pala ung camera ko na self-portrait... punta ako sa kusina tapos balik ako para icheck kung may mensahe bang dumating... and then pagtingin ko parang may black na gumagalaw, parang tao na gumagalaw sa white na floor kasi may form ng hair, tapos narealize ko, wala man pala akong screensaver, kala ko parang the ring! so bumilis ang heartbeat ko... natakot ako ...tsk tsk... para akong nasa horror movie nun, and then... pag tingin ko pa talaga sa malapitan... grabeh... nakadilat na ung mata ko nun! as in na parang natrauma... tapos malalaman ko na lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RiI-_mYkU7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/cb8QKJeXKCo/s1600-h/20-03-07_1401.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053670994219389874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RiI-_mYkU7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/cb8QKJeXKCo/s320/20-03-07_1401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.... ako lang pala un! ngek! heheheh! natawa tuloy ako sa sarili ko... pati ako natatakot sakin, tama ba un?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11:30 pa pala... hahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RiI-yGYkU6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/NZv5YEU6oKw/s1600-h/20-03-07_1401.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;moooooooomooooooo... parang baka... hahahaha... natutuwa tuloy ako... masaya palang magshare ng past mem'ries prens noh? kaya kayo, ingat kayo sa mga cameras nyo... kayo rin...&lt;br /&gt;o sige prens... sa susunod na lang pag may thrilling effect na na dumating.... mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&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/6217829154048643472-5752773761820227301?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/5752773761820227301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=5752773761820227301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5752773761820227301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5752773761820227301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RiI-_mYkU7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/cb8QKJeXKCo/s72-c/20-03-07_1401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-2021845374517487241</id><published>2007-04-15T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T06:24:50.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AYS CRIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RiIfxWYkU5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JxTKewWiQuQ/s1600-h/Fairies-Book-Review-1-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053636664545792914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RiIfxWYkU5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JxTKewWiQuQ/s400/Fairies-Book-Review-1-web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ganda ganda ni Tinker Bell noh? Kahit malungkot siya, maganda pa rin. Sana ganyan din ako... ngek. Heheheh... Wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mas masarap palang kumain ng ice cream sa mismong lalagyan nya na malaki eh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-2021845374517487241?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/2021845374517487241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=2021845374517487241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2021845374517487241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2021845374517487241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/04/ays-crim.html' title='AYS CRIM'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RiIfxWYkU5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JxTKewWiQuQ/s72-c/Fairies-Book-Review-1-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-6928049648285386070</id><published>2007-04-14T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T06:12:02.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday... The 14th...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just came from my uncle's house at los amigos. Whew... that was quite far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I had this very strange and funny conversation conversation with my brother, Kuya Mark, when he got a little annoyed with my things piling up on my desk. It was as if he was telling me one simple thought, "Ayusin mo ang buhay mo". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kuya Mark: Me, imong mga gamit ba... tarunga pud na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: O lagi. Hulat lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kuya Mark: suss... pag grow pud ba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: Mmm... (I was playing my dad's cellphone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kuya Mark: Sa tanaw na ko noh kinahanglan nimo ug saykolojikal tests para mahibaw-an ang imong problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: Hahahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kuya Mark: Bitaw... Kailangan na pud nimo ug psychiatrist ba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: Ha? Hahaha... Laina pud ana oy mura kog buang ana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kuya Mark: O... basi makabalo diay ta nga buang na diay ka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: Hahahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The conversation continues in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kuya Mark: Pagpacheck na mia oy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: Ayaw pud ana kuya mark. Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ate Kristina: Siya na man ang magtambal sa iyang sarili kay madoctor na man na siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kuya Mark: O kay mabuang pud na iyang mga tambalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: hahahah... lagi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kuya Mark: Diretso na lang ka sa saykayatrik ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ate Kristina: Hahahahah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hahahah... What is happening in the world?... Oh well... maybe it's a sign... a sign to finally find a direction in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know, even though I get annoyed with my brothers and we usually end with a fight, I still like the fact that I have two men in my life, aside from my dad, who really care for me. I think I should be thankful to God for that. Hehehe.... :) I just love my brothers... just as I hate them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really miss school. I really miss my friends. haaaay....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mamaya na naman pag may nangyaring kakaiba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-6928049648285386070?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/6928049648285386070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=6928049648285386070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6928049648285386070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6928049648285386070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/04/saturday-14th.html' title='Saturday... The 14th...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-376606084571926206</id><published>2007-04-14T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T07:23:33.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoooh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw someone singing this song on TV. This is for my Kuya Mark who wants me to grow up... Hahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I am CHANGING"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like the part where she says changing this way: "I am chayayayanging...." Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at me daw oh... &lt;strong&gt;look at me&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am actually imagining myself singing on stage. Whew.... Kaya nyo yun?hahahah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-376606084571926206?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/376606084571926206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=376606084571926206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/376606084571926206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/376606084571926206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoooh.html' title='Hoooh...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-3147916771000103991</id><published>2007-04-13T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T06:01:00.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday... the 13th....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bakit pagthirteen may nangyayaring kababalaghan.... ibig bang sabihin... nung ipinanganak ako... meron ding kababalaghan?.... tssssssssssssssssssssss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-3147916771000103991?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/3147916771000103991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=3147916771000103991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3147916771000103991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3147916771000103991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/04/friday-13th.html' title='Friday... the 13th....'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-6120881057103570224</id><published>2007-04-10T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T05:28:08.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May maisusulat na rin AKO....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; MMMMMMP!!!! I was fooled by this person whom I trusted so much! You....!!! haaahy... another big frustration for me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let me forget what had just happened and.... let's move on.... move on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aaaah.... I am really bothered... nadepress tuloy ako.... hay naku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BLUGRE... (I call that "bluger" before... ssssh...)  I was able to taste the BANANA CREAM PIE. Thanks JP! I was also given the chance to join the "EASTER EGG design" contest (ako lang maygawa ng pangalan). They said we may win gift certificates and a TRIP TO PANABO. Hahahah.... Let's focus on the gift certificates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Daytona... wow... I'm playing the expert mode now and I'm practicing really hard! Not that hard... but really practicing... heheh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance freaks is like mountain climbing... I just want to say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FRENCH FRIES... the only food I ate when we had lunch, and I want to thank RANI for the free french fries! I love you sis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Beach... Haaay... How I wish I could go to Mati and swim in their BORACAY -like beach... hahaha... wish I could be... part of that world....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So here's JP working on his own easter egg design.... very seriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051762534091346754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rht3QmYkU0I/AAAAAAAAATo/GAVk0LkToHc/s320/10-04-07_1828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's my hand with a bruise caused by my excitement when I was playing dance freaks. Tsktsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rht3EGYkUzI/AAAAAAAAATg/te_3TqHN5rc/s1600-h/10-04-07_1935.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051762319342981938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rht3EGYkUzI/AAAAAAAAATg/te_3TqHN5rc/s320/10-04-07_1935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and here's my easter egg design... I'm glad that at least I accomplished something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rht2jGYkUyI/AAAAAAAAATY/x8HWihGI4mg/s1600-h/10-04-07_1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051761752407298850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rht2jGYkUyI/AAAAAAAAATY/x8HWihGI4mg/s400/10-04-07_1755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and here I am who got so wild wearing my new clothes... especially the skinny jeans! yeah! I didn't smile here cause I thought my face won't get included in the picture... hehehe... nyeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rht012YkUwI/AAAAAAAAATI/EuybaUpV26I/s1600-h/08-04-07_1929.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051759875506590466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rht012YkUwI/AAAAAAAAATI/EuybaUpV26I/s200/08-04-07_1929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;THE EXTRA FEATURE:" DRAMATIC QUOTE" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Why is the world so complicated? No, not the world, life... Why is life soooooooo complicated? Or is it only my life that is complicated?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEXT TIME NA NAMAN&gt;... babay prens....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-6120881057103570224?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/6120881057103570224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=6120881057103570224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6120881057103570224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6120881057103570224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/04/may-maisusulat-na-rin-ako.html' title='May maisusulat na rin AKO....'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rht3QmYkU0I/AAAAAAAAATo/GAVk0LkToHc/s72-c/10-04-07_1828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-1825289392462425416</id><published>2007-04-08T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T06:14:16.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sunday... Easter... Sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RhjqfkVQOtI/AAAAAAAAASw/rzLspELOojk/s1600-h/6a00c225264928549d00c22526ee8c8fdb-500pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051044810145675986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RhjqfkVQOtI/AAAAAAAAASw/rzLspELOojk/s400/6a00c225264928549d00c22526ee8c8fdb-500pi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ito... ang araw ng mga itlog! Hahahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just want to thank God for everything... as in!...especially for the happiness and the love... as in! Hehehe...&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/6217829154048643472-1825289392462425416?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/1825289392462425416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=1825289392462425416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1825289392462425416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1825289392462425416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-sunday-easter-sunday.html' title='It&apos;s Sunday... Easter... Sunday...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RhjqfkVQOtI/AAAAAAAAASw/rzLspELOojk/s72-c/6a00c225264928549d00c22526ee8c8fdb-500pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-1611274437540728943</id><published>2007-04-06T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T01:53:32.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NGEk....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RhYJMkVQOrI/AAAAAAAAASg/E-HdVlbRN5Q/s1600-h/06-04-07_1456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050234143658490546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RhYJMkVQOrI/AAAAAAAAASg/E-HdVlbRN5Q/s400/06-04-07_1456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tingnan nyo nga parang di magkasya ang mukha ko... ung daliri ko nakadikit na sa aking pisngi... hahahaha... may ink pa ng bolpen... hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RhYJBEVQOqI/AAAAAAAAASY/W3IKu-PRG4Y/s1600-h/984976296l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050233946089994914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RhYJBEVQOqI/AAAAAAAAASY/W3IKu-PRG4Y/s400/984976296l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss ko na tong mga to...Lapit na tayong magkita! Ihanda ang mga sarili para sa isang panibagong misyon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RhYI5kVQOpI/AAAAAAAAASQ/5sLY0OI_T10/s1600-h/984976296l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RhYIwUVQOoI/AAAAAAAAASI/61SzvliHo-c/s1600-h/06-04-07_1456.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6217829154048643472-1611274437540728943?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/1611274437540728943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=1611274437540728943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1611274437540728943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1611274437540728943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/04/ngek.html' title='NGEk....'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RhYJMkVQOrI/AAAAAAAAASg/E-HdVlbRN5Q/s72-c/06-04-07_1456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-4187191466786203154</id><published>2007-04-05T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:43:06.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RhX5eEVQOnI/AAAAAAAAASA/TfdxK_59fPw/s1600-h/31-12-06_2337.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kuya Rhon: Hala nahugaw na ang akong tsinelas. Tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: (joking) Ang unsa? Imong havaVANAS? Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kuya Rhon: Dili... ang akong... ... havaYASANG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: ?!!! ...(layua ato oy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BINIGNIT! My brothers say it's the HALU-HALONG MAINIT. Heheh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What's fun about eating binignit is that it has what I call... THE THRILLING EFFECT!... hhahahaha... Yes! It's really an exciting thing to eat binignit when you have no idea what's in it! Nagrhyme ang pinagsasabi ko... All I know that is in there were the bananas and the circles (I don't even remember the name) ... and the others... they remain a mystery... hahahah... See? Even binignit has a lot of surprises!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I woke up early this morning, and I was in a very good mood! Then I foundAte Kristina, who made the binignit yesterday, cooking again. She told me she's going to make biko! BIKO!( Why is it that it always starts with a B? atik lang) It also tasted good. It was very sweet, and wow, it sure did smell good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HERSHEY'S... I was very glad when Kuya Mark gave mea HERSHEY'S bar... minsan lang yan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway... I realized one thing from my HERSHEY'S bar. You see.... this chocolate is like an opportunity... you'd better grab it while it's still there... or else... baka mawala na siya sa rep. Bwahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's it for now. Haaay...Things were happening so fast... &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/6217829154048643472-4187191466786203154?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/4187191466786203154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=4187191466786203154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/4187191466786203154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/4187191466786203154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/04/whew.html' title='Whew'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-1426917066209736117</id><published>2007-03-31T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T05:35:05.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC and ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VXvcIaBbTV/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VXvcIaBbTV/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song! You know... the part I really love to hear is the... "Whaaay do they knooow..." part... my heart jumps everytime. Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-1426917066209736117?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/1426917066209736117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=1426917066209736117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1426917066209736117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1426917066209736117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/03/music-and-me.html' title='MUSIC and ME'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-2509560234219357550</id><published>2007-03-25T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T05:19:32.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SECOND PART: meaningful conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rhon and Mia watching TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rhon: Uy, matulog na man siguro ka mia oy. Ako na poy higda kay mutan-aw ko ug TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: Dili lagi ko matulog. Ayaw sigeg unsa ba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rhon: Dili lagi, matulog na lagi ka. Mutanaw pa ko ug TV. Sulod na didto sa kwarto, didto ka matulog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: Dili pa lagi ko matulog. Samok man ka uy. Mutanaw pud ko ug TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rhon: Ako na sad higda oy ganiha pa man ka diri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: Ayaw lagi pagsamok ba kay mutanaw pa kog TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rhon: Dili lagi, matulog na lagi ka. Katulgon na man ka, ako na poy tanaw ug TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: Dili lagi ko matulog. Mutanaw pa ko ug TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rhon: Dili lagi, matulog na lagi ka. Matulog na ka. Didto ka na sa kwarto matulog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MIa: Dili lagi! Mutanaw pa lagi ko! Ayaw sigeg sinamok ba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rhon: DILI LAGI! Muhigda ko ba kay mutanaw kog TV ako na pud dinha. MATULOG NA LAGI KA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: Nganong patulugon na man ko nimo. Dili pa man ko matulog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rhon: Matulog na lagi ka. Didto na ka sa kwarto. Ayaw lagi pag gara gara ba kay wala baya ko nag gara gara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: Dili lagi ko matulog. Patulugon pa gyud ko nimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and so on and so forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ate Kristina sa gate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ate K: Dong, abrihi ko dong. Rhon... abri Rhon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: Abrihi daw si Ate Kristina, Rhon daw o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rhon: Ikaw abri didto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: Rhon daw gani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rhon: Gabii, dugay kaayo ko giabrihan ni Ate Kristina ba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia: Di dugayi pud siya ug abri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rhon: Hehe. Te, nawala ang susi. Pangitaon sa nako. (atik atik)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you don''t get the point of the whole conversation. It's okay because it doesn't have any point at all. That's the usual conversation I have with my brother... haaahy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-2509560234219357550?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/2509560234219357550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=2509560234219357550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2509560234219357550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2509560234219357550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/03/second-part-meaningful-conversation.html' title='SECOND PART: meaningful conversation'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-6066979484537041536</id><published>2007-03-25T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:24:54.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UBMNP6x3PA4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UBMNP6x3PA4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found this when I began reading my testimonials. I didn't see this "bugging you" before, so I was really surprised when it started playing. Everytime I play it, I just couldn't stop laughing. Hahahah... at least I have something to watch and be happy about everytime I get sad. bUGGIN YOU... IS EASY COZ YOU'RE BUGGABLE... WANNA SING WITH ME? HAHAHA....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-6066979484537041536?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/6066979484537041536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=6066979484537041536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6066979484537041536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6066979484537041536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/03/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-4262680918569564442</id><published>2007-03-24T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T00:27:31.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GROUND BEEF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RgYj9q4BmiI/AAAAAAAAARs/fKkge8EzD9g/s1600-h/18-03-07_1747.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045759974903487010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RgYj9q4BmiI/AAAAAAAAARs/fKkge8EzD9g/s200/18-03-07_1747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm grounded.... too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so empty right now. I don't know what to write. I am bored.This is the first day of being away from school and friends, and it's hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So many but's....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to jog or walk somewhere. I just want to keep on walking, but I just don't know when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go to the beach. I want to learn how to swim. I've been longing to do that, but I just don't know how I could have the chance to get to the waters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to play daytona, but I'm broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to sing, but I'm not good at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to spend time with my friends, but like I said, I'm grounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to do something here in the house, but I have no idea what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/6217829154048643472-4262680918569564442?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/4262680918569564442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=4262680918569564442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/4262680918569564442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/4262680918569564442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/03/ground-beef.html' title='GROUND BEEF'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/RgYj9q4BmiI/AAAAAAAAARs/fKkge8EzD9g/s72-c/18-03-07_1747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-1367792042701712161</id><published>2007-03-23T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T11:54:39.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CANDYmAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Candyman... candyman... sweet talkin sugar coated candyman! Haaay... Life is sooooooooooo sweeeeeeeeeeet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What time is it? 2:56 in my clock and yes, I am still ALIVE! Woooohooooh!!!!! It's cool to be alive!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up very early this morning just to study for chem and math. I went to school almost three hours before the exam. Math was good. It was a good start, but, as for chem, ssssh... I don't even want to think about it. But you know, when I went out of the classroom... I was so happy, I kept on laughing, and I was so alive! Yup, not the so-called CORPSE BRIDE ANYMORE, but a PRETTIER, LIVELIER... CORPSE BRIDE. Hahahah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe this was the result of accidentally bumping my head onto a metal post. Honestly, I'm really scared because I feel so dizzy right now--- BUT STILL ALIVE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow... I can't believe that my first  year in college has  just ended. UNBELIEVABLE! Tssssss... too fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a lot of things to miss.... the school... the hellevator...  and everyone I met and spent so many wonderful memories with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay... I think I have to sleep now... thanks for reading! mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PICHAPIE!!!! KRiSPI FRAYD CHIKEN EN A PICHA PAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-1367792042701712161?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/1367792042701712161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=1367792042701712161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1367792042701712161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/1367792042701712161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/03/candyman.html' title='CANDYmAN'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-3508340632489920533</id><published>2007-03-19T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T06:11:09.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST MONDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whooooh.... We just had our tests in English and Literature this morning. Whew! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's my Kuya Mark... just want to share this to those who haven't watched him play his bass yet. 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RIGHT: 0px; WIDTH: 88px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 31px" align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i184/fwlimages/bpgrafixad8831.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love the gear thing!!! It makes me groove and dance. It really brings me to life! I feel like a tough driver! Hahaha.... and that only happens when I sit at the 1st player... wow, that seat... it's really meant for me. hahaha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, anyway... everytime I think about this... I couldn't stop smiling. It's just funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day, my brother Rhon and I had this funny and senseless conversation. We were watching Kuya Mark's videos, the one which he had his solo, and the other one which he jammed with their drummer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kuya Rhon: Daghan na kaayo nagtan-aw sa video ni Kuya Mark ba. (yung solo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nemia: Mao ba? Tan-aw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kuya Rhon: Tan-awa, masdaghan ang nagtan-aw sa video nya na solo kaysa sa video nga naay drums apil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nemia: .....? Oo kay 900 na man ang views sa video ni kuya mark na solo unya 600 lang tong video nga naay drums. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kuya Rhon: ? Buang man ka mia uy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To those who didn't get the funny thing about it... oh well... that's life. Hahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had fun today. I enjoyed playing daytona and dance freaks..... We really had a great adventure.... from school to Rani's house to SM to Penong's to NCCC.... haaaay.... COOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's really really fun to know and to be happy for is Kay's text that said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;EXEMPTED daw ako in our ZOO test!!!!! YEAH!!!! I just LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt; sana totoo na ito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/glittergus/hearts/heart_96.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;SEE YOU LATER FRIENDS!!! MWAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-3508340632489920533?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/3508340632489920533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=3508340632489920533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3508340632489920533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3508340632489920533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/03/whooooh.html' title='LAST MONDAY'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/glittergus/hearts/th_heart_96.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-6777332724526441736</id><published>2007-03-17T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T07:26:08.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... INCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"&gt;atik lang.... inalis ko na... masama eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-6777332724526441736?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/6777332724526441736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=6777332724526441736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6777332724526441736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6777332724526441736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/03/inch.html' title='... INCH'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-2311295364978449811</id><published>2007-03-17T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T07:06:18.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I DO"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me start my post with a song that makes my heart sing over and over again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3VXNNCBvzQE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... and here are few of my thoughts that do not actually connect...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really need an inspiration. I really need an inspiration to always convince me to go to school and never get sad with all those worries and problems. I need an inspiration to surprise me everyday and never fail to make me smile no matter how heavy my burdens are. I need to wake up! GULATIN Na lang ako........ hoooooooooh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been a corpse bride for a long time already. I am not that lively and enthusiastic anymore, and I am so tired.... and tired... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rfvvqkx3JII/AAAAAAAAARE/YENKuze4HT4/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042887722477757570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rfvvqkx3JII/AAAAAAAAARE/YENKuze4HT4/s200/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See the real corpse bride? She even looks prettier as compared to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What  is it that really bothers me? I don't even know. These days, I find myself talking to myself (in my mind). As if I have so many questions to ask to myself... I don't know. I'm getting crazy. But thanks to the black panda. Maybe it isn't really talking to myself but expressing what's inside of me instead.... I'm really crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, I EVEN HAVE MY TOOTH ACHING! TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.... We had our shooting, and though my tooth was really really aching, I had no choice but to play my role and act. I wasn't able to show the proper emotions if I was to be asked.  AAAAAAAAH.... I think I really have to face the dentist, the big injection, and the pliers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haaahy... I do need a rest. Not taking summer classes looks like the right choice for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good news... DAYTONA IS BACK! I thought it was lost forever, but now... yeah! Wooohooooh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question... if you have a 500 bill... what will you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN SOMEONE SING THE PICHA PIE SONG WITH ME!? DUET TAYO...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;believe that there's something more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;believe that this corpse bride feeling won't stay forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; haaay... I DO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember... as I get to watch UFC with my brothers, I have this cool line that I always hear from the referee... &lt;strong&gt;LET"S GET IT ON!&lt;/strong&gt; Somehow it's a representation of a fighting spirit. AHmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay so goodbye... sorry for the mixing thoughts and the crazy feelings... I really don't know what to write. But thank you for dropping by! Mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-2311295364978449811?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/2311295364978449811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=2311295364978449811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2311295364978449811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2311295364978449811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-do.html' title='&quot;I DO&quot;'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FktRnj_FV5Y/Rfvvqkx3JII/AAAAAAAAARE/YENKuze4HT4/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-66740542568067151</id><published>2007-03-15T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:52:22.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE KEEPS LIFTING ME HIGHER... wala lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hi friends! Chemistry chemistry... there is no &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chemistry&lt;/span&gt; between me and chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really really need a long long sleep sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know why i couldn't sleep as early as nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i feel that i have so many things to worry about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know which should i mind first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; every smile and laughter i express would be  a tiring stressful problem ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i yawn more than tent imes in a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i sleep everywhere, any time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i feel so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;GULATIN NYO AKO BEH... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haaay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;comedy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;monday...... say goodbye to mam agnes, sir andoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tuesday.... good.... na lang... no teacher in english is equivalent to no daytona in nc3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wednesday.... mandarin, funny wanton noodles and rice worth 16 pesos.... party at the lab.... hard time--- the bio long test....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thursday... bahay... bahay... english... bagsak na yun... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;friday... no one knows yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a  song for you guys... it takes my breath away... hoooooooooooooooooooooohooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BILOG BILOG BILUGAN... ASAYNMENT ASAYNMENT SUNTUKAN... AYON SI PALAKUKA... SIYA'Y NAKAKAAWA... ABUCHIKA ABUCHIKA... SIYA'Y PALAKA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sana kahit isang araw lang... kahit isang beses lang... maging masaya naman ako ng bente kwartong oras na walang iniisip na problema... mmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SING ME THE PICHA PIE BEH....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-66740542568067151?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/66740542568067151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=66740542568067151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/66740542568067151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/66740542568067151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-keeps-lifting-me-higher-wala-lang.html' title='LOVE KEEPS LIFTING ME HIGHER... wala lang'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-6848442428609384167</id><published>2007-03-12T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T07:17:04.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MMMMMP....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning, I came late and did nothing in LIT, but I realized, I have been late for more or less a week already. Tsk tsk... then we had our chem discussion, and I realized, this is our last chem session for the second semester. It was time to say goodbye to Mam Silver. Somehow, I would actually miss her. Though we have a lot of surprising and funny moments with her, I wouldn't deny that she's a good teacher. Then, I realized, again, that it's our last meeting in FYCF with MR. BONI, and I just couldn't believe that that was it! It's time to really say babay to my FY teacher. We also had this activity in which we would pass a paper with our names on it and then the person who receives it would write something, a message perhaps.  I had so many things to be happy about, that people would remember me as a cheerful person and a good friend too. In bio lab, we dissected a frog, which we found in school. We're lucky though, to get such a big frog. She was clean, and less of the bad smell and bleeding... I realized, life is too easy to take away. We just took her heart and though she was still breathing but we knew that it is the end of her life. We had no choice, but we want to thank the frog for showing up. We really needed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-6848442428609384167?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/6848442428609384167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=6848442428609384167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6848442428609384167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6848442428609384167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/03/mmmmmp.html' title='MMMMMP....'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-3056552988488351203</id><published>2007-03-11T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T05:23:46.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So the Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, when I got home to leave my things and ask for an extra allowance, I asked my Dad to drop me at the mall, where my friends and I planned to meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the way, I began asking, "Pa, asa diay ka muadto?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"?.... wala hatud lang ta ka sa NCCC." He replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I smiled and accidentally said, "Buing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Tingnan mo, hatid pa rin kita. Kasi you're the little girl in my heart. Mahal kita eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I smiled again and said to myself what made my Dad say things like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Pero sana may isa pa akong daughter noh? Kasi para may makita ako everyday. Hindi na kasi tayo nagkikita. Lagi ka na lang umaalis, gabi na lang kita nakakausap, may times pa nga na hindi na. Si kuya Rhon mo, may lakad lagi, lalo na si Kuya Mark, tapos ikaw rin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then he started repeating the words: "Eh kasi mahal kita eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't know what to say.... mmmm... it felt like we haven't met for years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GENERALIZATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There were so many things that happened last week. A lot of suprises came and a lot of joyful happenings occured, but of course the tiring part has always been there.  But over all, mmmm... IT'S A MAGICAL FEELING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-3056552988488351203?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/3056552988488351203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=3056552988488351203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3056552988488351203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3056552988488351203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-drama.html' title='So the Drama'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-275195870083633080</id><published>2007-03-05T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T10:53:55.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huuuuush.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anong nangyari? Nakatulog ako tapos 3 am na pala! ON pa rin tong comps! Tsssssssssssssssss.... Sayanga sa kuryente uy! GOod MoRning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-275195870083633080?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/275195870083633080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=275195870083633080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/275195870083633080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/275195870083633080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/03/huuuuush.html' title='Huuuuush.....'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-3703839502633926489</id><published>2007-03-03T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T00:33:02.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gusto kong magulat...</title><content type='html'>cloudninenotebookpencilhotfudgechickenpeachmangopiedaytonadancefreaksshoesjeansburger&lt;br /&gt;applegrapeswatermelonfoodcloudninedaytonadaytonadancefreakslollipopbubgumtshirtblouse&lt;br /&gt;candycombblogdaytonachickenmashedpotatofishfish&lt;br /&gt;friendsdogmoviesspidermanbroodmotherbondpapercoconutdaytonaricenemiapicturescamera&lt;br /&gt;cloudninedaytonadancefreakssongsflowerstreesbeachwaterheartsoftdrinkcalimarkerballpen&lt;br /&gt;500daytonaloadcellphonedaytonacloudninecloudsstarsskycottoncandysleepstufftoypillow&lt;br /&gt;pillowchocolatetvmyselfbookfirecrackerswhitesandvolleyballo2jamdotakfcearingsaccessoriesgift&lt;br /&gt;breadpanjeepneygodsurprisesteachersscrapbookkissesdaytonasleepyabouttostopfromtyping&lt;br /&gt;eyesareclosing....&lt;br /&gt;*how many daytona's did i mention?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-3703839502633926489?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/3703839502633926489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=3703839502633926489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3703839502633926489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/3703839502633926489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/03/gusto-kong-magulat.html' title='Gusto kong magulat...'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-2902316873784701070</id><published>2007-03-02T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T05:45:31.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRY day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is, indeed, true that at times you would feel something is wrong, and you just get sad, but when somebody asks you what it is, you just couldn't say it directly--or sometimes, you yourself don't even know it. I guess that's what makes life mysterious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't post any experience about this week. I don't feel the fun and the thrill of doing so.... &lt;em&gt;bakit kaya...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talking about mystery.... Let me say these three simple words: "Things do change."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics of the song --CONSTANT CHANGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We’re on the roadWe move from place to place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And oftentimes when I’m about to call it home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We’d have to move along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is a constant change&lt;br /&gt;The friends we know we meet along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too soon the times we share form part of yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Cause life’s a constant change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And nothing stays the same, oh no&lt;br /&gt;Clouds that move across the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are changing form before our very eyes&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn’t we keep time from movin’ on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold on to all the years before this moment’s gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why must we live the days at such a frightening pace?&lt;br /&gt;We’re all like clouds that move across the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And changing form before our very eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have we outgrown our Peter Pans and wings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We’ve simply grown too old for tales of knights and kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Cause life’s a constant change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And nothing stays the same, oh no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*some may get curious and some won't even care... but whatever it is that makes this post &lt;strong&gt;fishy (?)&lt;/strong&gt;, let it remain hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for dropping by....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATIK LANG!!! :) MWAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-2902316873784701070?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/2902316873784701070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=2902316873784701070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2902316873784701070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/2902316873784701070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/03/fry-day.html' title='FRY day....'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-5207683503365606048</id><published>2007-03-01T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T04:15:21.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThursDAY CRAZE... ?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have a test tomorrow and I shouldn't be posting. Sige lang... 5 mins. lang ah. I just couldn't resist sharing something that I've been wanting to learn. I may sound crazy and baduy but I there's a part of me that wants to do so. Guess what?... THE SUPER TWINS RITUAL!&lt;br /&gt;Before these two little girls turn into pretty superheroes, they do this dance first. SO here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gl9a22qEBBM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gl9a22qEBBM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya nyo yun? hahha... siyempre naman! Well, this is just for fun.  Anyway, I think I have to go now. See yah later!&lt;br /&gt;Extra Feature:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kapag naiinis ka... all you have to say is: TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...........!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-5207683503365606048?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/5207683503365606048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=5207683503365606048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5207683503365606048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/5207683503365606048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/03/thursday-craze.html' title='ThursDAY CRAZE... ?'/><author><name>nemia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/66/6036682/1028732708910l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217829154048643472.post-6001570318710701156</id><published>2007-02-27T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T07:03:13.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano ba ang pinagsasabi KO.... (lines from previous blogs)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;LIFE IS SUCH AN EXCITING MOVIE, with so many thrills, fun, frustrations, happiness, sorrow... etc... you just can't explain why.....!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and that is to thank God for everyday, for everything, and for the person whom you might spend the rest of your life with.... let's take risks, let's make decisions wisely.... so that we won't regret..... Thanks for reading.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no matter what happens we have to think of happy thoughts, we have to be always optimistic because it brings us back to being lively! kaya nga kahit inaantok na ako, ang dami ko pa ring nasulat, alayb na alayb kasi ako chong!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well, dancing is an exercise, and i think it helps you get out of worries! when you gracefully and whole-heartedly dance, you would feel so beautiful! like a flower that dances with the wind.... charing! Well, I actually don't want to think of being so unlucky because I have a lot of things to thank for--things that make me feel so lucky.... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anyway, I'm not really good at dancing, but I feel beautiful everytime I do the steps. I know, I really don't look that graceful and beautiful in real life, but somehow, for a moment, you could think of being a joyful and free person. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;well sunday, it's all about God, spending this day for Him is actually not enough, pero i know, He'd really appreciate it that even just once a week we would remember and thank Him for everything....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lessons? always be careful with your things! once it's lost, it's like betting in a lottery--- very little chance of having it again. second, don't worry that much... worries just create wrinkles on your face. third? expect nothing; just move on and keep on moving. fourth, thank God for everything and never blame Him for anything bad that happens. This is a life full of tests and worries, but still, we are given a life that's colorful and wonderful....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sana.... in the end, i would learn to understand why i had to get through things like this... that i would realize there's something more beyond all of these worries... na meron pang masmaganda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel like a superhero, I have to save myself from failing.... heheh... okay, babay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;picha pay, a picha pay, cripi frayd chiken en a picha pay, chis barger, chis barger, crispi frayd chiken en a picha pay, chis barger, chis barger, crispy frayd chiken en a picha pay.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday, February 13, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="4821164398133548486"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to be a very special day for everyone, and the whole world will be filled with hearts and roses.... aaaah... hahay..... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love is always there.... so.... so.... let it pass to everyone and be filled with happiness.... ???? i don't know what i'm saying.... ngeks....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang buhay parang beer... nakakalasing... ang bawat araw pwede kang litohin, pero mahal mo pa rin naman kaya di mo dapat sayangin. Woooh! Galing noh? Hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesdays and Thursdays never fail to make my eyebrows meet, but I'm very thankful because these days make my life complete&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So what does it say? "Remember that life's most treasured moments often come unannounced."Sounds thrilling. Diba?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just feel the power! I don't know, I couldn't find any bad thing that happened today, and if there was, it's just a speck.... I couldn't actually see it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THe lesson? Always be careful with your money peeps.... spend it wisely. Heheh...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i like this song.................. it's something to keep in the heart............. charrrrrrrrring...... hehe....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everytime I race, I feel like I'm driving FOR REAL!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"My skin is firmer, my pores are smaller, and my lines parang nawala!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217829154048643472-6001570318710701156?l=nemiaasiong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/feeds/6001570318710701156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217829154048643472&amp;postID=6001570318710701156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6001570318710701156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217829154048643472/posts/default/6001570318710701156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemiaasiong.blogspot.com/2007/02/ano-ba-ang-pinagsasabi-ko-lines-from.html' title='Ano ba ang pinagsasabi KO.... 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