<?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-8825523931836218447</id><updated>2011-11-03T01:29:15.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superlife of a superstar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-130450111030345759</id><published>2011-11-03T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T01:29:15.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Great Love</title><content type='html'>You can never compete with the first great love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not yours. But you are mine. And it is unfair but there's nothing I can do about it. I would not have counted you as my first love. But you are my first great love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am neither your first love nor your first great love. And it kills me. It hurts but that is what I have to live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not me, it is her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how much you reassure me that she is just some girl in your past, it pains me that she will always be there... In your heart... Somewhere, along the corner, there's a place for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you are to me. I know that if ever we do not end up together, you will always have a special place in my heart. Somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in no way ordering you to stop talking to her... I just want you to know that from a scale if 1-10, I am infinitely uncomfortable with you talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hurts me to know that after everything, you still have the desire and longing to be friends with her and that you say it is a big 'sacrifice' for you to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal, talk to her as much as you want. As for me. I guess I would just have to live with the discomfort. And as for you, I guess, you just have to live with the fact that by talking to your first great love, you make some girl infinitely uncomfortable... Quits. No harm done. No hearts broken... At least not yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-130450111030345759?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/130450111030345759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=130450111030345759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/130450111030345759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/130450111030345759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-great-love.html' title='First Great Love'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-1110088254625741126</id><published>2011-08-09T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T23:50:18.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love That's Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0JGazDmKwg/TkFWor4ue-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/YDxZtdgxWd4/s1600/IMG_0871.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0JGazDmKwg/TkFWor4ue-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/YDxZtdgxWd4/s320/IMG_0871.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638883465419979746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Deo!&lt;br /&gt;I just want to give you this "generic" letter because I do not have anything school related homework as of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three things to tell you in this letter.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Thank You. I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is that I am sorry. I was being unreasonable and totally unfair this morning. Maybe it was PMS, maybe I was just really hungry but anyhow, I still want you to know that I wholeheartedly accept the blame this time. It was my fault. I'm sorry. Not only do I want to say sorry about that little, petty fight but more so do I apologize for the series of little fights we have been having for the past few weeks. I'm really sorry. I act up a little too fast and cry a lot. I should learn to control my emotions and be more sensitive of what I make you feel. Always remember that no matter how big our fights could get, I will always be here. I will never leave you. We both have our shortcomings but they don't equate to the love we both have for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I would like to say thank you. Thank you for understanding at all times. You are the mature one in our relationship and I am happy about the fact that each and every day, you make me grow up, though not vertically, and be as mature as you are. You have no idea just how much I count myself as lucky to have you. I admire the fact that when we have those little quarrels, you would still be the one to make the first move to make things okay; make things better. Also, thank you for respecting me at all times. You had all your chances to indulge yourself during your most recent block party but you showed me just how much you love and respect me even when I am very drunk and "out of my mind". You are such a gentleman and I love you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I love you. I love you so much. I have loved you for quite some time now. People would say two, three months is a very short time. They may even add that we are just acting up on our raging hormones. As I have always said repeatedly, "Doubters do not matter." Right now, I can say that I am completely indifferent towards what they would say. I do not care. I choose you and I choose to love you. I am not expecting togetherness "forever" but I am hoping for a loving relationship every single day. I am not expecting but I am wishing and hoping that one day, you'll watch me walk down the aisle, tearing up, wearing a regal wedding dress while you anxiously and enthusiastically wait for the moment that we both say "I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot to say but I would rather say them in a more personal manner. Right now, all I can say is that I love you. That’s all you need to know. Nothing more, nothing less. I love you, boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-1110088254625741126?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/1110088254625741126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=1110088254625741126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1110088254625741126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1110088254625741126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-thats-real.html' title='A Love That&apos;s Real'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0JGazDmKwg/TkFWor4ue-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/YDxZtdgxWd4/s72-c/IMG_0871.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-2048831760824403867</id><published>2010-05-16T09:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:59:38.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up, Philippines!</title><content type='html'>After seeing the results of the recently concluded 2010 Presidential elections, I was overflowing with emotions and comments regarding them. However, I decided to cool down a little and get it off my mind for a while. After all, I might end up regretting words that I've written after some time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I'm going to get this straight and short but I warn you, readers, it might not be "sweet". HAHA! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 10, 2010 - I was with my family abroad. Our flight back to Manila was scheduled at 9:55 PM which means none of the eligible voters in my family could vote. (Which, BTW, really sucks!) We arrived in Manila around 11:45 PM and we were welcomed with a horrific news that &lt;b&gt;ESTRADA &lt;/b&gt;ranked 2nd in the presidential race. It's sad that people use completely erroneous analogies in considering who they should vote for. For instance, when an acquaintance of mine asked a taxi driver why he voted for Erap, he said that during Erap's time he could still let three days without working pass by without worrying how his family could eat. Furthermore, he compared it to the situation these days, that even if he works his tail off day in and day out, he could barely provide for his family's daily necessities. He said he was "actually" for Gibo, but knowing that he was affiliated with PGMA (Yes, she's still president as of the moment), he opted to vote for Erap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONE.&lt;/b&gt; We really can't blame these people who do not UNDERSTAND the real situation. The economic demise of our country is shared globally however, the news they receive have been veneered with so much PGMA-hate that they receive altered and incorrect information. Having said that, I think that both the media and the people need to work hand-in-hand in acquiring and disseminating proper information. The media needs to help the public understand what's really going on and the public should, in return, try to at the very least analyze what they receive. Not everything on TV News is true. After all, they still have to consider their marketability and styles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWO. &lt;/b&gt;It is with great melancholy that I express my disappointment with all the Filipino voters for letting one of, if not THE best president we could've had just slip away. YES, I AM TALKING ABOUT GILBERT "GIBO" TEODORO, JR. My friends and family know how dedicated I am in supporting his platform all throughout the campaign so I may be biased in one way or another. I won't be writing down how stupid the Filipinos are for not voting for him just because he is in PGMA's party or how among all the candidates, he is the most competitive and qualified, not to mention charismatic. Everyone else has done that for me and he himself, has proven those things early on during his campaign. I would just like to express one thing, Gibo was one of the best things that has ever happened to Philippine politics. He revolutionized not only politics but leadership in general. He gave us a model of how leaders, from small groups to those handling our country, should be. He brought back the importance of decency and respect in leadership. Among all the candidates, he may be the only one who didn't badmouth any of his competitors. He remained silent despite the attacks and carried on with his campaign because he knew that it's what the Filipinos need badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE. &lt;/b&gt;By now, we are quite sure that Noy will be our next president, unless something happens to him. I feel bad for myself that I actually have tendencies to wish that something happens to him but then I am trying my best to block off all those tendencies and completely embrace that he indeed is our next president. Moving on, I realize that it is way better to have him as president rather than have history repeat itself with Erap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Noy: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes, I still refuse to call you Mr. President - and it is such a shame in my side to be like this and I really am sorry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope you won't disappoint all those whose hopes are high that you will be as bright of a hope as your campaign color.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish you could've told us more about your platform because what I've heard from you are the following:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-that you won't be a corrupt official&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-that you will punish PGMA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aside from those two, I really don't know what you will do for your 6 years in position. SAD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WRAP UP.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a solid Gibo supporter, I would like to finish this up with the greatest thing I've learned from him. &lt;i&gt;Let's just all move on&lt;/i&gt; and see for ourself how the "path" we've chosen turns out. Many of us have chosen Noy and we have to respect that. Faith is what got him there so it is also important that we just believe in ourselves that we made the right (it may not me the "best" and the "most correct") decision.&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/8825523931836218447-2048831760824403867?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/2048831760824403867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=2048831760824403867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/2048831760824403867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/2048831760824403867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2010/05/wake-up-philippines.html' title='Wake up, Philippines!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-3988538049273608206</id><published>2010-03-31T21:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:57:10.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Have To Do This Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;1.) Watch seasons one to five of How I Met Your Mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/S7NWrIP85QI/AAAAAAAAARE/FgIC5fqgqpw/s320/how+i+met+your+mother.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Check! This one, I have done already. I stayed up until around 5 AM for four or five days just trying to finish this thing. I know it's not healthy but then again, it's Neil Patrick Harris! Come on, you know how charming he is... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.) Personalize my Tumblr website layout.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to practice and hone my Photoshop skills. As I've said somewhere in the world wide web before, it's been months since my last "decent" PS project and I got a little rusty so I have to do this. Well, maybe I'll change my layout here, too! Hmm... We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.) Swim with my family... and friends!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/S7Q7Qh6KLcI/AAAAAAAAARM/M-xeOlqLXfo/s1600/tumblr_l02pquuNuQ1qahuk2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/S7Q7Qh6KLcI/AAAAAAAAARM/M-xeOlqLXfo/s320/tumblr_l02pquuNuQ1qahuk2o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455050203818765762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I took swimming as my PE for the previous semester and I sure did enjoy it! I may not get an A but at least, I learned something practical. Taking swimming lessons didn't just teach me how to "swim" but other practical things too such as perseverance and self-trust(Is there such a word?). I DO NOT, in any way, know how to swim. That caused me to be hesitant to come to class every Friday morning. But for the last few weeks of swimming classes, I learned that going for it and just doing it wouldn't hurt. As a matter of fact, when you're lucky, you get to pick up a few nuggets of wisdom. Since I learned some strokes, I was always tempted to go for a swim whenever possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.) Download Sony Vegas ver. 9.0.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love watching and making fanvids on YouTube and as I was searching, I noticed that almost all of the excellent videos I've watched were made through SV. I got envious. JK. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.) Fix my study table.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.) Watch "The Last Song".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/S7Q9AIoSiII/AAAAAAAAARU/iKdrizF3aOs/s1600/tumblr_ktstlxl8sU1qatyd2o1_1280.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/S7Q9AIoSiII/AAAAAAAAARU/iKdrizF3aOs/s320/tumblr_ktstlxl8sU1qatyd2o1_1280.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455052121178278018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have three reasons why I want to watch this movie. First and foremost, Miley Cyrus stars in it and it's her first "out-of-Disney" movie. All of my family and friends know how big of a fan I am of her. Second, it's written by Nicholas Sparks, it should be nice. He actually concentrated more on the screenplay rather than the book so I think the story would be pretty nice and decent. Lastly, reading the book made me cry. I don't usually cry reading stories or watching movies so shedding tears for this one made me attached to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.) Introduce Rockband to my cousin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.) Satisfy all my food cravings since January.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/S7RDNk63M4I/AAAAAAAAAR8/yw8ndhXULYc/s1600/tumblr_l06hgelomL1qa2ci2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/S7RDNk63M4I/AAAAAAAAAR8/yw8ndhXULYc/s320/tumblr_l06hgelomL1qa2ci2o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455058949180437378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/S7RDNWNIXOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/SIAt9HQwRXk/s1600/tumblr_kz6kpixpAu1qa6euso1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/S7RDNWNIXOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/SIAt9HQwRXk/s320/tumblr_kz6kpixpAu1qa6euso1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455058945230527714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/S7RDNI5PvAI/AAAAAAAAARs/9j0iQ-dtBAs/s1600/tumblr_kxvtxaXSy71qa9xb7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/S7RDNI5PvAI/AAAAAAAAARs/9j0iQ-dtBAs/s320/tumblr_kxvtxaXSy71qa9xb7o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455058941657463810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/S7RDM0zJafI/AAAAAAAAARk/edhmtkjsGCo/s1600/tumblr_kxv88unUAb1qa5uebo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/S7RDM0zJafI/AAAAAAAAARk/edhmtkjsGCo/s320/tumblr_kxv88unUAb1qa5uebo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455058936263174642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.) Lose weight.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/S7Q-pned5XI/AAAAAAAAARc/FV72AaDq1es/s1600/miley_cyrus_jogging_48811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/S7Q-pned5XI/AAAAAAAAARc/FV72AaDq1es/s320/miley_cyrus_jogging_48811.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455053933344843122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more elaboration on this one. It has been my goal for the longest time but I always end up losing interest halfway through it. I'm easily bored and the routines losing weight requires suck interest out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.) Have fun!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&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/8825523931836218447-3988538049273608206?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/3988538049273608206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=3988538049273608206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/3988538049273608206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/3988538049273608206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-things-i-have-to-do-this-summer.html' title='10 Things I Have To Do This Summer'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/S7NWrIP85QI/AAAAAAAAARE/FgIC5fqgqpw/s72-c/how+i+met+your+mother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-5474780898430254467</id><published>2010-03-30T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T02:10:41.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;People have to stop holding on to high school. I DO miss high school, A LOT. But I’ve realized that people WILL inevitably change no matter how much they try to resist it. I may not be exactly how I was in high school but I still am the same old friend they once had. They can still talk to me. Well, maybe this time we can’t talk about what happened the day before we met but at least we can talk about the changes we all had to go through, the things that we have in common - but in different ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’m only sixteen but I’m already in college. It’s hard for me to try to become someone in the future when I’m actually still in the process of discovering who I am right now. I’ve changed because I wanted to and I had to. If I haven’t put any effort in trying to “fit in” with the ways of the metro, I could’ve been a miserable homesick little girl who always cry about college - or sometimes life in general - not being “high school” enough. We’re all in college now, we have to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Moving on with your life doesn’t always mean forgetting your past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes, it’s just putting all your old stuff in a jar and setting it aside for the moment. Sometimes, I’d like to open the jar and reminisce things, try to remember how things were: easy and exciting, and heartbreaking but imparting. Life didn’t end in high school. As a matter of fact, it’s where everything started but just like when you start running a race all fresh and fragrant, you wouldn’t reach the finish line looking exactly how you started it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Note: I'm not writing this because I'm mad at some people or because I have this "itch" to deal with other people's lives unsolicited but because it's what I think and how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8825523931836218447-5474780898430254467?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/5474780898430254467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=5474780898430254467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/5474780898430254467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/5474780898430254467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-4572563154364605789</id><published>2009-11-19T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:28:15.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Life - The Good SCHOOL Life</title><content type='html'>Two weeks of school and I feel no stress at all. This is weird! I mean, for all of my subjects I am enjoying going to school. But not as much as I enjoy going home every time. I have been commuting for these past few weeks and I can't seem to explain why I think it's better than waiting for my mom to fetch me. It's just so... cool! Haha! I honestly think it's a sign of maturity. It helps me gain more '&lt;i&gt;street&lt;/i&gt;' smarts. I now know how to cross the street on my own... err... well, at least I know how! I also find it nice that I am able to save more of my allowance these days. My class schedule helps a lot! Having classes during lunchtime compels me to eat at home before going to school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, this semester has been surprising. I got a Filipino teacher whom I really really prayed for to teach us. He may not stay until March but at least, I can bank points while he's my teacher. Although I was not so pleased with the non-replacement of my teachers for English and Literature at first, turns out I am enjoying such classes anyway. My teachers seem a lot less like strangers this semester. I'm really looking forward to the coming weeks regarding the challenges my teachers for these subjects will give me. Also, having the same Biology teachers (laboratory and lecture) made me feel &lt;i&gt;safer&lt;/i&gt; in terms of grades. I know how to study for their quizzes and tests and I also know what they are looking for students. You know, things like a student who recites a lot or a student who is punctual. Lastly, (well, this is because I haven't met my PE teacher at the moment) my Math teacher seem so friendly and pleasant. She seems more &lt;i&gt;open&lt;/i&gt; to her students. I like the way she gives activities for extra credit and the way she always try to keep discussions alive and interactive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, so good! Seriously, if this is going to continue (I really hope it would!!!) then going to school would never be a chore, EVER! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-4572563154364605789?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/4572563154364605789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=4572563154364605789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/4572563154364605789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/4572563154364605789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-life-good-school-life.html' title='The Good Life - The Good SCHOOL Life'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-1648664013708208416</id><published>2009-11-04T23:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:28:19.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Song, A Review - or so I think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SvGrmXKA9oI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8oFPRL_px6o/s1600-h/9780446547567_388X586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SvGrmXKA9oI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8oFPRL_px6o/s400/9780446547567_388X586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400286103733335682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to write about this tomorrow when I wake up but then, I realized I should stop procrastinating after reading The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I am worse than Ronnie was when she wasn't talking to her father for three years of her life. I have everyday as a new chance to talk to my parents and really talk to them not just spit out words. Hardly can I remember the last meaningful and real conversation I had with my parents. Sure we do talk - or speak for this matter - a lot but it dawned to me how shallow I have been during those times. Reading The Last Song has changed me, for real. I guess, it being an upcoming movie of Miley Cyrus that I take it a little more serious than the other books I've read but still, it is something. It's very unfortunate for her that when she finally realizes how much time she has wasted being selfish and stubborn towards her parents, her father especially, that it was too late for her to correct it all. She had so little time left and all that she can do was be a better person, someone far from what she has become for those past three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Song taught me how we should always tell our loved ones how much we love them. These days that time has been moving so fast and even faster each day, we should always make an effort to cherish the relationships we have and try our best to be open to new ones and hope that they would be an addition to your treasured ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie taught me how to be strong. If I were on her shoes, it might have been too much. I might have given up without even reaching the middle of the battle. It's hard, tough even. But she stayed strong because she knew how much her father needed her. She knew that she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; to be strong because people depend on her for support. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When she discovered what life really was, so did I&lt;/span&gt;. I discovered life by reading about her and all her experiences. I know it's just little that I may have known from this 'life' I am talking about but I know that this is enough knowledge for me to discover the other things on my own, I'll search them, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will taught me how to be selfless. He loved Ronnie and he knew what she needed. Containing all the things that her father had been going through, he restrained himself from giving affection to Ronnie. It might have been hard, not talking to the one you love when you know that she needs someone to really talk to and someone to hold on. Ronnie needed a gain when she is losing her father but Will, who is expected to be that gain restrained himself. Why? Because he knew that Ronnie needed to concentrate on her dad, to give all her love to him even just for a while, even just for the remaining days of his life. Will always seemed so giving to Ronnie and I think he did this because he was trying to help Ronnie complete herself like the way he already is. He wanted Ronnie to pick up all the pieces so that she could love him fully, he could love him completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve taught me about living life with quality not just quantity. His last summer may seem like a lifetime to many. This is because he found his true happiness during just a couple of months unlike many, I may say including me, who may take a lifetime or even more to find what happiness really is. Ronnie and Jonah, seeing them and knowing them once again made him feel complete. He might not be around for the rest of their lives to witness in flesh what becomes of them, if Ronnie would be married to Will and become a world-renowned musician or just a happy mother of two beautiful kids, and if Jonah would be a great doctor or architect building churches and other beautiful infrastructure. But at least he was there when they could've felt complete about their own lives, Ronnie knowing 'the one' she'll forever love, being reconnected to her father and realizing about her bad behavior towards her mother and Jonah having to know both about his parents, how they're really like and how much they love him and him loving them back. it's just so wonderful how he loved his children. It was his story, his and Ronnie, that made me shed a lot of tears. As I have been describing it all along, sad... sad but wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Love for God, love for parents and love for 'the one' are all so magical and wonderful... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Applause to Sparks, only a great writer - No, scratch that. Only a great man like him can capture all such magical things and bottle it up into one great masterpiece! :)&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/8825523931836218447-1648664013708208416?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/1648664013708208416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=1648664013708208416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1648664013708208416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1648664013708208416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-song-review-or-so-i-think.html' title='The Last Song, A Review - or so I think...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SvGrmXKA9oI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8oFPRL_px6o/s72-c/9780446547567_388X586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-2154234103203400492</id><published>2009-10-27T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:25:40.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>Here is a list of the things I am going to blog about in the coming days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) BEAUTY - Beauty is the name of our black SUV and I am soooo stoked that it's finally back! We had to leave it in the carshop for intensive repair and now... ~drumroll~ IT'S CURRENTLY PARKED IN OUR GARAGE!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) HOME - I actually consider Mega Manila as my home now but still, a part of me will never forget that I came from Pangasinan. On the 29th our family will pay a visit and I will finally get to see my high school friends. I miss them so much. The last time I saw them was last March and it has been hard for me to live and go to school without them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) SCHOOL - I will be enlisting through the internet on the 30th and I am excited to see what will my PE course be. It's definitely out of my hands right now because I'm part of the 3rd batch unlike before when I was part of the 1st... :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) PLANTS VS ZOMBIES - ??? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) THE LAST SONG BY NICHOLAS SPARKS - I am currently reading this book and I have to make a review on this one because so far I am really enjoying it. I'm not even on the middle part of the book and yet it has put me into tears already... :")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... JUST WAIT FOR THEM, OKAY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-2154234103203400492?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/2154234103203400492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=2154234103203400492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/2154234103203400492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/2154234103203400492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-4462610000199378420</id><published>2009-10-24T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:34:25.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"These are the moments... At the crossroads, once you get back on, when you get old you think, "What if?"... life is a series of choices, big culmination of moments, little ones that add up to big ones that create who you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-William Schuester, Glee (Episode 8: Mash-up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-4462610000199378420?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/4462610000199378420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=4462610000199378420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/4462610000199378420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/4462610000199378420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-are-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-564314881784607879</id><published>2009-10-24T11:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:55:09.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart &gt; Heat</title><content type='html'>You really want to know the real reason why I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you say anything, I know that you're thinking, "Oh, here we go again. Another one of those entries that repeat the extremely hilarious lines of Sue Sylvester or one that says how much Finn and Rachel and Emma and Will should start hooking up..." You're wrong. Those may be good enough reasons but they are far from the true reason why I just love to watch Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video I made from some of the last few scenes in Episode 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5bff99184a6d5ff9" 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://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5bff99184a6d5ff9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331348512%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDF2EBAA8E99794C13083354A52FA608AB87952E.64936F323036627B2099E72729D0AC163075D118%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5bff99184a6d5ff9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr2vQ7E5PIBBhjAUGLItGsl35Xlg&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="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5bff99184a6d5ff9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331348512%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDF2EBAA8E99794C13083354A52FA608AB87952E.64936F323036627B2099E72729D0AC163075D118%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5bff99184a6d5ff9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr2vQ7E5PIBBhjAUGLItGsl35Xlg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Glee has heart. It is very rare that you can find heart in a TV series nowadays. I love Gossip Girl, really. But the sexual content of Gossip Girl overpowers the real message they want to convey. I am not comparing it to Glee in any way. I am just trying to state how TV shows are starting to concentrate more in bodily desires than what the heart really needs in these times of tragedy. Moving on, Glee never claimed that they can be watched by kids of all ages without PG. Sure! It has scenes like Rachel on top of Puck or Finn's hand lurking inside the skirt of Quinn. The thing is, what leaves a mark on other people's hearts are the scenes like the one on the video. It makes me realize how trust and friendship is important for one to survive. I may unintentionally take for granted the company of my friends but when I finished watching this episode, it occurred to me how much appreciation I should give to my 'friends' - that includes family for me. Rachel may done it to nourish her thing for Finn but having to sacrifice her dignity makes her a great friend even to Quinn. It takes a lot of courage to do that. ...and Finn, I just like how he held hands with both Rachel and Quinn because it shows how much he starts to value both of them. About Quinn, I know many would hate her especially now that she still makes Finn believe that it's his child but you can see on the video how troubled she is. We may see how terrible her doings are but we never really now how she feels about it. It's hard to do the right thing but it's harder to do things right. Who knows what it's like to be her at home, in school? We never really know that's why we have to understand her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode made me tear up. After seeing such, I knew exactly why I should watch Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-564314881784607879?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/564314881784607879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=564314881784607879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/564314881784607879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/564314881784607879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-really-want-to-know-real-reason-why.html' title='Heart &gt; Heat'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-1937125214834251582</id><published>2009-10-24T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:49:29.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgement Day</title><content type='html'>Grades are now released. You can check them online using your AISIS accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, checking grades online is quite entertaining. LOL. So yeah, I checked my grades and I'm happy enough to get three A's but then Math kind of ruins everything because I realized that getting one letter grade higher in Math can actually change my life. So how's that? I FEEL STUPID. Anyway, as the saying goes, "Tomorrow is another day." I guess I just have to step my game up next semester! ...and no, I'm not going for another hiatus this coming semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-1937125214834251582?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/1937125214834251582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=1937125214834251582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1937125214834251582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1937125214834251582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/10/judgement-day.html' title='Judgement Day'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-1659427762494360440</id><published>2009-10-23T11:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:13:21.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel and I</title><content type='html'>Never ever give up on your dreams. Believe in them, someday you will find yourself living them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many reasons that make me love Glee is the fact that I can relate to Rachel Berry (as portrayed by Lea Michele). I may not have the same vocal chops that she has, I can say that I am just as determined as she is. She has a dream and she wants it to come true no matter how big they are. I find it funny though, it's not just plain and simple about the dreams and all that. We have a lot more in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel and I have the same laptop. &lt;/span&gt;It was shown on the first episode. She used her laptop to upload a MySpace video of herself singing. It's a pink VAIO CS. I can tell by listening to the sound of the keys while she was pressing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel and I have the same energetic vibe.&lt;/span&gt; I was never the one to take pills like "Vitamin D" - If you watch the show you would know. Although I am a little more of a snooze button person, I can say we're alike in the way we open our eyes in the morning. Haha! I know, it's silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel and I talk alike. &lt;/span&gt;We talk fast, we talk sensibly and we talk using words that are yet to be understood after 5 seconds of processing in the brain. So now you see what I mean? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We both are a little arrogant&lt;/span&gt; but that's just because we are trying to be more acceptable to people by showing them how confident we are. I was never the one to be splashed with a "Slushee" on the face but just like Rachel, it's not everybody that I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel and I are very much competitive. &lt;/span&gt;It's a big and wild world out there. I believe that it has always been man's instinct to survive. In order for me to keep myself and my talents from perishing I have t0 compete with others. It's a healthy competition anyway. It nourishes my talents and as well as the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel and I could sometimes assume leadership.&lt;/span&gt; I just don't want to embarrass myself. People expect a lot from me, I know it. I can feel the pressure every time I am about to do something. I just want to prove myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel and I love to wear skirts. &lt;/span&gt;Although I'm not really crazy for her wardrobe, I still think she has a good taste for fashion. I like her skirts and I think her clothes are smart and classy. I just don't think I can pull off the socks, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SuErH0DWBlI/AAAAAAAAAQU/XpQhypU2ba0/s1600-h/300.michele.glee.060109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SuErH0DWBlI/AAAAAAAAAQU/XpQhypU2ba0/s400/300.michele.glee.060109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395641241798313554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;achel and I dreams big.&lt;/span&gt; I admire her a lot on how she is dedicated to her passion. She really wants things to happen because she knows she can. I believe I am a step behind on this but I am willing to do the same things she does just to get my dreams to come true. I want to be special. I want to make I name. I want to be famous. I want to be loved. I want these because I know I can, just like Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Okay, so by now you might think I am a little thick-skinned but please, this is my blog. Kidding aside, I just feel like one of the many reasons I like watching the show - Btw, this has been the first time I downloaded all the episodes just so I can watch them over and over again. - is that because I easily identify with the characters, with Rachel at the most. It's hard really, finding yourself but it helps to watch shows where you can see yourself in most of the characters. It makes you understand yourself even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-1659427762494360440?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/1659427762494360440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=1659427762494360440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1659427762494360440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1659427762494360440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/10/rachel-and-i.html' title='Rachel and I'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SuErH0DWBlI/AAAAAAAAAQU/XpQhypU2ba0/s72-c/300.michele.glee.060109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-5126145875376652904</id><published>2009-10-20T08:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:05:20.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Current Addictions</title><content type='html'>Since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sembreak &lt;/span&gt;is officially on, I have all the time in the world to do whatever I want! So how has it been so far, you may ask. Well, it has been so-so. Nothing really special has happened already but I know something will! :) Anyway, here's a list of the things that has been occupying me for almost a week now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say I'm not feeling any nationalism here and I beg to disagree. I get my dose of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balut&lt;/span&gt; once in a while and watch PBB every chance I have. It's just that these shows are amazing! They seem to hit me like it was written exactly for me. (Okay, so I know that remark was a little thick-skinned... but still!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First one is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/St0mwzJAz_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/smbMUwep9uU/s1600-h/large_glee-review.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/St0mwzJAz_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/smbMUwep9uU/s320/large_glee-review.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394510548463308786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do I love Glee? Let me count the ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I relate to Rachel. Well, she may be a little extreme but I can see myself in her. Just like her, I always wanted to make a name for myself. Although not everyone is pleased to see me, I always try hard to make it to the top. I may not have strong vocal chops as her but I have my own talents to share, too.&lt;br /&gt;Second, I like the fact that Will has this passion in him and that he is struggling with it. He is at loss on whether he should pursue it or start facing the harshness of reality that he is too old for it. I think he should pursue, right? No one's too old to live their dream... or in this case relive the dream. And by the way, he's hot when he grooves! :)&lt;br /&gt;I also like the chemistry between Rachel and Finn. Although Finn isn't really that cute for me, I tend to get giddy giddy and pink when they have scenes together especially that auditorium kiss. It was a scene I wanted to watch over and over again. Not that I like kissing scenes, it's just that I like them to kiss. (I don't watch kissing scenes btw. LOL!) This Mercedes girl and that Kurt guy are driving me  nuts! I love the feisty Mercedes! She knows she's more than backup, which is good by the way, and she should be given more light. Also the fashion-consciousness of Kurt is so entertaining. I just love his one-liners like the Marc Jacobs stuff. HAHA! Totally made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next one is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;90210, Season 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 1 wasn't that of a buzz to many, even to me I must say but it was good enough to keep me watching. Season 2 is very different, ladies and gentlemen. It was something more. I just can't help but love...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n104/djariya/90210Season2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 269px;" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n104/djariya/90210Season2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adriana and Silver's new hairstyles.&lt;/span&gt; They should have cut/styled their hair last season the way they style it now. I have short hair, something shoulder-length and seeing them both made me confused on what hairstyle I should opt for. Silver's was just so chic and polished which I think matches the clothes she wear and it really speaks for her. Ade was like OMG she does look like a star. I can imagine her walking or strutting her stuff on the red carpet with that luscious hair. AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hating Teddy.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, he may have abs but I really don't like him! I think he looks old and too common. Also, I don't like him for ruining Ade and Navid's relationship even though I think Ade is responsible for this. Just... Watch it, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIAM!&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. He is so cool that I find him hot and he is so smart, too! Recording Jen. HAHA! But he's so dumb when it comes to love. I mean, why in the earth will you throw away the only thing that can reconcile you and your girlfriend! I really think he needs more confidence. But I got to say, there has to be drama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lastly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl Season 3&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big fan and all but still.... I mean, seriously... It's Gossip Girl!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/St0ooaFjGHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Nln7KVf-SHs/s1600-h/gossip-girl-season-3-cast-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/St0ooaFjGHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Nln7KVf-SHs/s400/gossip-girl-season-3-cast-photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394512603322194034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I have a lot more in mind about addictions but I think this post has gone too long.&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/8825523931836218447-5126145875376652904?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/5126145875376652904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=5126145875376652904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/5126145875376652904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/5126145875376652904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-current-addictions.html' title='My Current Addictions'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/St0mwzJAz_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/smbMUwep9uU/s72-c/large_glee-review.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-1372879060852384471</id><published>2009-10-16T20:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:30:49.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alpha and Omega</title><content type='html'>Alpha and Omega - The beginning and the end..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure about that and besides there are so many things in this world that no one is really sure about. Sometimes, they turn to be just so disappointing that we would not want to get up and try again. But there would also be times that they end up being fun and pleasant as well. One of the many things I am not really so sure about before was going to the Ateneo. If you have read in my blog before, I was having doubts on going there for college. But then, I would like to share this note I scribbled down before which made it occur to me that I made the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:48 AM - August 24, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside the taxi on the way to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...I'm starting to feel very much at home now. Ateneo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;home. Welcome back, Sara. Welcome, home."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think it was a little too late for me to feel at home some two months after the first day of classes but think again. The feeling of belonging to a certain community is very different from the feeling of having them as your family. My Atenean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; have been very accommodating and accepting for the past months of staying here. They helped me adjust even though they were also adjusting and also they made me feel free to experiment on my search for my own true identity. College, oh college. College has been very, very interesting. I have so many stories to share and I partly regret that I took a break from blogging because those stories were very much worth sharing when my emotions were at their freshest. So far, college has been the best experience I have been having so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how has college been? Well, it has been fun! It was as if you have all the time in the world. It makes you a better at multitasking - if you know what I mean - and be whoever you are! Although having a fragmented identity does not sound well at first, college made me feel its thrills. Also, college taught me how to deal with so many people who really do not care about what you do and how you act and people who have nothing to care about but what you do and how you act. College has a lot to offer just yet and I will take a break from school and try to brace myself for the challenges the following months has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: Sorry if my grammar and composition is bad. I just started blogging and I am still trying to get the hang of it. Thank you! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-1372879060852384471?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/1372879060852384471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=1372879060852384471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1372879060852384471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1372879060852384471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/10/alpha-and-omega.html' title='Alpha and Omega'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-8845849154178542357</id><published>2009-07-18T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:39:29.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG HIATUS</title><content type='html'>I am declaring an official blog hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, dear readers, that I have to do this. I have been a little preoccupied by school and since I am still adjusting to the rigors of college life, I can't keep blogging about things. I know a lot of college bloggers and I admire them for being such. I will try to get back as soon as I possible. See you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-8845849154178542357?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/8845849154178542357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=8845849154178542357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/8845849154178542357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/8845849154178542357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-hiatus.html' title='BLOG HIATUS'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-19103049985778678</id><published>2009-07-11T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:47:37.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Sickness and In Health</title><content type='html'>I have been sick since yesterday and I had a hard time sleeping last night because I would be waking up in the middle of the night chilling. This is scary!!! Although I know it isn't A(H1N1) [Whew!], I still don't feel that good. I went to school yesterday although I can barely move because I didn't want to miss any quizzes for that day. Right now, although my temperature is already normal, I'm still having a hard time with my cough. College has made it's toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad weather + sleepless nights + group projects + JUDO = Sara is Sick! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-19103049985778678?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/19103049985778678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=19103049985778678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/19103049985778678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/19103049985778678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-sickness-and-in-health.html' title='In Sickness and In Health'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-7741534981607010383</id><published>2009-07-01T18:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:26:20.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush, Crush, Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDY*NDc1MzM*NzMmcHQ9MTI*NjQ*NzUzOTA1NyZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWFmZmY1ZTUxYmZiMzQ*N2JiOTMyMWJmYzVmYTc2ZmNk.gif" border="0" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mp-cat.swf" style="width: 265px; height: 240px;" width="265" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mp-cat.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=24489664&amp;amp;path=2009/07/01&amp;amp;mycolor=222222&amp;amp;mycolor2=77ADD1&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false&amp;amp;ow=265&amp;amp;oh=240"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/24489664" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MySpace Music&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months of not having a crush made me feel a little abnormal. Admit it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to have a crush, right? When you have one you feel like the world is so good to you. Things actually start to feel better. Since my newest "crushes" are at school(Hii. d:), I find going to school everyday an enjoyable task I have to do. Having a crush isn't really flirting. I think it's just a way of appreciating other people in a way that you separate them from being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt; people to being the special ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I have three crushes. Oops! Hahaha! I have my reasons, though. It's not about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;itching&lt;/span&gt; for men. In the Ateneo, your blockmates aren't your classmates for all your classes. Here's the thing, I have a crush from my course block, another one from my English block and lastly, a schoolmate. I really can't weigh the one whom I have the greatest amount of appreciation because they are unique in their own way and the things I like about each of them is a trait I want my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dreamboy&lt;/span&gt; to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COURSE BLOCK CRUSH - Crush A&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH BLOCK CRUSH - Crush B&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOLMATE CRUSH - Crush C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about Crush A are his looks. Superficial but true. I'm not fond of Asian-looking men. I prefer look lke that of Brad Pitt and Ashton Kutcher. Hahaha! Crush A is so dazzling. He just takes my breath away each time I see him. Ooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush B on the other hand oozes with so much X-factor in him. His brown hair and a little fair conplexion is so stunning. What I like best about him though is that I feel a good sense of humor in him. It's cute. I find funny guys attractive. When a boy makes me laugh, it sure is a plus factor! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush C has so much goodness in him. I get to talk to him unlike Crush A and B so I'm a little more attached to him although I don't consider him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; than the other two. I like them all equally! :D Anyway, I like Crush C because he's such a brainiac. He's sooo smart and not just book-smart but also street-smart. We have a lot in common, too! Here I go again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! :D&lt;br /&gt;Note: I suck in writing about things that make me giddy-giddy and excited. Hahaha! Pardon me, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-7741534981607010383?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/7741534981607010383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=7741534981607010383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7741534981607010383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7741534981607010383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/07/crush-crush-crush.html' title='Crush, Crush, Crush'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-7116863103527282372</id><published>2009-06-27T12:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:12:23.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Semester Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SkWgn2mHNLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/pJrD301-pxc/s1600-h/Sched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SkWgn2mHNLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/pJrD301-pxc/s400/Sched.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351860338730415282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't get it why they had to move my Math class! I'm enjoying Sir Eric Siy's classes already! :(&lt;br /&gt;I hope this would really be my final schedule for this semester. I'm tired of trying to catch up on Math lessons. Math is my "Achilles' heel" and I think AISIS is torturing me with transferring me to another Math class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-7116863103527282372?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/7116863103527282372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=7116863103527282372' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7116863103527282372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7116863103527282372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-semester-schedule.html' title='First Semester Schedule'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SkWgn2mHNLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/pJrD301-pxc/s72-c/Sched.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-4830595875358895047</id><published>2009-06-27T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:54:01.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Topsy Turvy (An Excerpt)</title><content type='html'>Usually, when it's the first day of school, your teacher would ask you to submit an index card with relevant information such as name, nickname, contact numbers and all that blah. When the teacher is a little chill about handling students, he or she would ask you to include your hobbies and interests in that index card, just to get to know you better. My Literature teacher though was different, good kind of different. Instead of asking us to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tabulate&lt;/span&gt; our personality on index cards, he asked us to submit essays instead. He wanted to know how much we can project ourselves and how much knowledge we have "on top of our shoulders" [Bernal, Salvador - my Lit 13 professor].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an essay the night before the day of submission. Given that it was a school night, I feel a little lethargic that night. I wrote trash, seriously. It was like I was writing for the sake of submitting something. Knowing my true self, essays aren't just supposed to be any essay to me. They should be special, with deep meaning and bursting with loads of emotions be it light and cheerful or melancholic and depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I don't know what got into me but it was like an SOP that I turned my laptop on and started typing and typing words. It was like thoughts are pouring as if an interminable flux it was. Then there I was sitting on a small stool looking at one of those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; essays. Though I knew exactly which to submit, I consulted one of the best guys in the world, my friend, B. He's a straightforward critic and I knew that he would be honest in every way possible. I asked him which essay to submit, the one I made the night before or the one I made a few minutes ago. Just as what I expected, he answered me with great honesty. He really helped me make up my mind completely on submitting my second essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the second essay very special. It may not have those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;highfalutin&lt;/span&gt; words but at least, it's one of the essays that are really personal. It's not tampered with facts just pure, innocent thoughts and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a compensation to almost two weeks of not updating my blog, I'm sharing a snippet from that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt; essay that I love so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Given that I am a fifteen-year-old, my interests are somewhat somewhere in the middle. It’s hard being the in-between state. There are things you think you should outgrow and things that you know you should. I like Hannah Montana’s sparkly, blond hair and fancy, colourful clothes just like any tween does but of course, I also enjoy watching the morbidity of scenes in Heroes, an international TV show targeted to the adult market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s tough, rough and a little confusing. I’m a little random but that’s really the way I roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be times that I would insist that I stay behind the lenses and take wonderful shots while daydreaming of becoming a well-known photographer in The Big Apple but I get periods when I would feel so down being just the photographer. Thoughts of posing for white flashes sneak into my mind. But hey, just like Hannah Montana’s song says, “You get the best of both worlds...” and so I think it’s not really that weird after all, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having mentioned that I like Hannah Montana and being my own superstar, you may start to think that I am just one of those girls, those girls that love pink and care more about being dolled up and having gorgeous bodies. I beg to disagree, though. I’m definitely not one of them. Although I like being glamorous and scintillating, I would choose to watch the final basketball game of the Lakers against the Magic rather than another obscene episode of Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a fifteen-year-old, my mind is indeed a little shuffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a big chunk of what I've written, actually. Read it! Make an essay about yourself, too! You'll be surprised about the things you'll be writing. It's a way of appreciating yourself. It's as if you were digging deep into you and seeing a gold bar, a treasured part of yourself, something you, too didn't know existed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-4830595875358895047?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/4830595875358895047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=4830595875358895047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/4830595875358895047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/4830595875358895047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/06/topsy-turvy-excerpt.html' title='Topsy Turvy (An Excerpt)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-9138750220467467501</id><published>2009-06-26T19:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:34:32.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter One: COLLEGE 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First and foremost, I offer my deepest of apologies to the people who have been patiently waiting for my college entry. Obviously, school has been preoccupying me lately. I figured, though, that since this is one of the surely many great weeks I will have in the Ateneo, it is time that I publish my first blog entry as a college student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(GOSH. This is giving me a rush! Eep!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first day, so my father decided to drive me to school. But since he was supposed to be at his office at 10, I had to go to school early. My first class was not to start until 11:30 AM but I was already at school at around 9:45. So much for being a very punctual student. Haha! Moving on, Filipino was not really a fun subject, I thought. We had to take diagnostic tests for our first day and knowing that summer has just ended, my brain is basically still on vacation. As one of my EN 11 blockmates called it, "It was bullsh*t!" And yes, I would actually call it like that. "Bullsh*t!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very eager about InTACT, which happens to be our next class. Unfortunately, my eagerness was not reciprocated since our professor didn't attend to us, or so I thought. Luckily, I have blockmates that were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brave&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;enough&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to initiate an "Introduce yourself!" instead of dismissing ourselves just yet. Of course, it was awkward, we can't really avoid that. Afterwards, we proceeded to Gonzaga Hall, the school cafeteria. We had lunch together but because we are still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;technically strangers&lt;/span&gt; to each other, it wasn't really that kind of lunches I always had during high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, the first half of my first day of school was already up. English and Literature were my last two classes for the day. My English blockmates are generally friendly but since they're most Management Engineering students, it's only during English and Literature hours that I actually get to speak and see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although school was over for that day, my most feared part of the day was yet to come. I was really, really, really afraid of commuting. It was my first day and it was my first time. Good thing, it all turned out to be fine and easy. THANK GOD! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really won't elaborate on the things that had happened during my first week. I believe there are things better left unpublished to the public. Anyway, I'll just make comments and not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kwento&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 1 to 10, many might think that I will rate my first week as a ten for I have been blogging about how cool it would be to become a college student and all that's entailed to it. Honestly, my first week, in general is just a 5. Now, you may think of my college experience, so far is horrible. You're wrong. I have my reasons for rating my first week a five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason no. 1: The rained drenched and damaged my newest pair of jeans and my feet had blisters.&lt;br /&gt;I loved those jeans! :(&lt;br /&gt;I thought of them as my newest 'bestfriend' pair, you know the one you use when you are want to look effortless chic and yeah, without really exerting effort; the one you use when you'll travel and you want to move freely; the one you would wear when your crush calls you up and ask you out just because... It was supposed to be that pair but the heavy rain ruined it's hem and it doesn't look very posh anymore. Boo! Another one is one of my biggest pet peeves, blisters. My closest friends know how much of a shoe freak I am! For the first day of school, I wanted to look polished and smart so I wore classic black flats. But since, it was a new pair, my feet had to suffer from blisters throughout the day. It was really, really painful especially that in the Ateneo, walking is really part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason no. 2: I had to deal with the fact that my bestfriend and I will not see each other at school.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss her a lot. She's irreplaceable. I miss how we will be texting each other that whoever arrives first at school will have to wait for the other to get to school before proceeding to classes. (But of course, it really won't apply to us yearlong. My bestfriend's always late for class. Hahaha!) I miss having an eating buddy! It has always been like this, when one is hungry, the other will technically be hungry, too. When one eats, the other one must eat, too! ...and we liked it that way, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many other reasons, but I think they're better kept private. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week seemed a month already. Hahaha! No! I am not, in any way, exxagerating! My friends in the Ateneo say so, too! In contrast though, the totality of this week is equal to one day for the first week. It seems really, really fast! Also, in contrast with my first week, I can give this week a rating of 8. It's not yet a 10 because I think it can still get better and better and better and better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, college has really been really interesting. There are many tweaks and turns during this period of adjustment I am in but I'm enjoying the ride. Slow and smooth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-9138750220467467501?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/9138750220467467501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=9138750220467467501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/9138750220467467501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/9138750220467467501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/06/chapter-one-college-101.html' title='Chapter One: COLLEGE 101'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-7891499698114713710</id><published>2009-06-14T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:12:34.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to College</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SjT3Eq3rsGI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hAL_3c-bVqU/s1600-h/Image33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SjT3Eq3rsGI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hAL_3c-bVqU/s320/Image33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347170317194997858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel like I'm going to school for the first time in my life, just like kindergarten. Funny!!! Hahaha! :P Whatever. I'm still young anyway."&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meesaimee"&gt;meesaimee on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I twittered that a while ago. It feels different in a way that it feels weird. Going to school like it was really your very first time?! Come on! I've been through this in high school. Blah! But I think college is different, different in a way that everything seems so new and strange to you. I practically know nothing about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it feels when you are less than an inch close to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"the"&lt;/span&gt; day. Whew! College, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flutter, flutter, fluttering butterflies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-7891499698114713710?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/7891499698114713710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=7891499698114713710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7891499698114713710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7891499698114713710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/06/countdown-to-college.html' title='Countdown to College'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SjT3Eq3rsGI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hAL_3c-bVqU/s72-c/Image33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-1672602018374448384</id><published>2009-06-13T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:55:24.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A House is not [completely] a Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SjTMMkDKHaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JOuLxIO5uqY/s1600-h/11933454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SjTMMkDKHaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JOuLxIO5uqY/s320/11933454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347123173803040162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;It really feels different without my brother here. I miss him a bunch! I wish he decides to come back before school starts. I got too used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;to his presence here especially during this summer. Now I'm starting to take back my wish to fast forward things to June. I knew this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;would actually happen. I'm such a shame. Boo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I MISS YOU, BROTHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT [Time check: 6:52 PM. 14 June 2009.]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother made my last day of summer 2009. Classes of Faculty of Arts and Letters (UST) will start on June 17, Wednesday. He decided to come home just tonight. I can't believe that his "moving out" affected me so much. I'm just really happy this year. I'll be staying in his room tonight. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-1672602018374448384?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/1672602018374448384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=1672602018374448384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1672602018374448384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1672602018374448384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/06/house-is-not-completely-home.html' title='A House is not [completely] a Home'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SjTMMkDKHaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JOuLxIO5uqY/s72-c/11933454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-5213970738024503262</id><published>2009-06-11T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:25:06.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Railways and Percussions</title><content type='html'>I could say that today is one of my most active days ever this summer. I have told you before that I have been watching TV, Internet surfing and sleeping all throughout summer - well, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be staying in a dormitory for college and my parents expect me to know how to get to school without private vehicles just in case. So today, they sent me, my brother and my aunt to Ateneo to pay for my tuition. My dad wanted me and my brother to do it on our own but my mom insisted my aunt should go since she was scared that we might lose our money for enrollment. Anyway, so we went there and paid and it was time for lunch. My brother said we should go to Gateway since it's only a train ride away. Moving on, after eating lunch I wanted to go home already so I can go back to watching Heroes - Haha! - but my brother wanted to drop by TimeZone. At first I thought it was a bad idea since we just ate and since we're full, we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;feel a little lazy. Once we got there though, I saw this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Percussion Master&lt;/span&gt; game and I dared my brother on a one-on-one. Fair enough, he won first round but I got the second one. During the third and final round though, I lost. Boo-hoo! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fine by me though, at least we had fun. And I think it was a fun way to exercise my biceps/triceps (Whichever of the two is). This will give a run for Madonna's money. Just look at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our &lt;/span&gt;arms... LOL! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-5213970738024503262?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/5213970738024503262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=5213970738024503262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/5213970738024503262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/5213970738024503262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/06/railways-and-percussions.html' title='Railways and Percussions'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-2889626500991001073</id><published>2009-06-10T13:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:52:39.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Life has been Lately</title><content type='html'>Life is boring, at least for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we moved here from Pangasinan, I can't seem to find my installer CDs - most especially my Adobe Photoshop CS2. I've been "dying" to change my layout. I have so many plans in mind, having a sidebar instead of navis, choosing a new color palette, creating interactive content, etc. I know that the moment I step to college, I can't stay up until the wee hours of morning doing practically leisure things such as blogging, tweeting, chatting, watching and lurking. This also means one thing, I won't be able to change my layout whenever I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, this was the reason why I didn't want my parents to buy me a laptop just yet. I think it has been a little overused. I turn it on at around 8 AM and ends its session at 2 AM. Seriously, I think we, my laptop and I, need a break. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is practically the only thing that has been going on in my mind - and Heroes too, I guess. Just a few more days from now and my new life will begin. I swear that I can't take one more postponement of classes. Moving the OrSem to July was just too much for me to contain. Yeah, this is a little OTT but I can't help it! Oh and yeah, my schedule is already fine! YAY! *jumps* YAY! *jumps* I'll be posting it soon! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE122 in other words, Judo. Yes, you read that right. I am taking up Judo! I told you, I'm fierce and now I can be dangerous. Blah! I'm scared and excited at the same time. I've been lurking around &lt;a href="http://atenista.net"&gt;Atenista.net&lt;/a&gt; and someone actually said that he dislocated his elbow in Judo. Oh no!!! That didn't stop me, though. I think it's time for me to learn something completely out of my league. It could be useful, you know, self-defense and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this has been a completely random post from me and I think I should stop typing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later 'gator! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-2889626500991001073?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/2889626500991001073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=2889626500991001073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/2889626500991001073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/2889626500991001073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-life-has-been-lately.html' title='How Life has been Lately'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-316868172958906940</id><published>2009-06-08T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:34:28.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My So-Called Class Schedule (at least for now)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.meesaimee.multiply.com/image/4/photos/55/1200x1200/1/Sched.jpg?et=RhYmpJmvw8FR2EFblR0rXQ&amp;amp;nmid=252587477"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 844px; height: 436px;" src="http://images.meesaimee.multiply.com/image/4/photos/55/1200x1200/1/Sched.jpg?et=RhYmpJmvw8FR2EFblR0rXQ&amp;amp;nmid=252587477" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something's wrong with my Tuesday schedule. My Biology Lab class and Math overlaps. I was excited about it and got giddy giddy when I was turning my computer on. I had to wake up from barely 3 hours of sleep just so I won't miss my batch enlisment time. It really kind of disappointed me because I want every little thing about my college perfect and one of the most important things, my schedule, is a mess. I'm not going to let this dampen my "happy" spirits about college. I'll fight this! Ha! I'm going to elaborate more on my schedule when it is finalized already. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-316868172958906940?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/316868172958906940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=316868172958906940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/316868172958906940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/316868172958906940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-so-called-class-schedule-at-least.html' title='My So-Called Class Schedule (at least for now)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-437051594766338003</id><published>2009-06-04T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:21:26.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Mother Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href= "http://www.candymag.com/objects/buttons/clickButton.php"&gt;&lt;img src= "http://www.candymag.com/objects/buttons/candyButton.php?id=28&amp;amp;type=1" style="border:0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all start saving Mother Earth. In our own little ways, we can make a big difference! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Act now! Start today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;**A follow-up entry will be published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-437051594766338003?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/437051594766338003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=437051594766338003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/437051594766338003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/437051594766338003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/06/save-mother-earth.html' title='Save Mother Earth'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-7910052775585635723</id><published>2009-06-02T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:15:01.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster Account Cancellation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SiT7A9tqp2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/7fj8p-NonSI/s1600-h/FS-acct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SiT7A9tqp2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/7fj8p-NonSI/s320/FS-acct.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342671051952924514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go! I officially cancelled my Friendster accounts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking if I should create a new one which should me much, much private.&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/8825523931836218447-7910052775585635723?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/7910052775585635723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=7910052775585635723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7910052775585635723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7910052775585635723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/06/friendster-account-cancellation.html' title='Friendster Account Cancellation'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SiT7A9tqp2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/7fj8p-NonSI/s72-c/FS-acct.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-2715532863258395423</id><published>2009-06-02T13:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:21:13.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for a change.</title><content type='html'>I was watching TV at around 10:45 at night. These days, 10:45 means bedtime to me. I tend to sleep early during summer. A very random thought slid through my mind. Mid-year resolutions. It's never late for change, is it? There is nothing better than wanting to improve one's self, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have here &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SiS1Sm8itWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bFHwTqnM7Hw/s1600-h/veggies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SiS1Sm8itWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bFHwTqnM7Hw/s320/veggies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342594389265003874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;five mid-year resolutions that I am willing to share to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SiS07IXdtLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PAxodT2zK8A/s1600-h/tn_running_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SiS07IXdtLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PAxodT2zK8A/s320/tn_running_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342593985919431858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.) I will try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;harder t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o get active and fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been active this summer. Working out was completely eradicated from my summer vocabulary. My couch potato spirit came out and is nowhere near of going back in. (Okay, you get it. Alright!) So it is my goal to shed some unwanted pounds and make my body look toned. I am not really conscious about my body and all but I am concerned about my health so I am doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.) I'll limit my computer use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SiS2cCMwNiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4izY0QpNBOI/s1600-h/49734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SiS2cCMwNiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4izY0QpNBOI/s200/49734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342595650711205410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote some time ago that I vow to limit both my PC and mobile phone use. As of today, I am successful enough to limit my use of my cellular phone. I now know the beauty of communication old-fashioned style. It's nice to talk to people. Try it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I really can't help using a computer especially now that I already have my own laptop. The keys just tempt me too much. I'm struggling to do this but at least I am trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.) I'll try to use my eyeglasses as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye doctor advised me to wear my glasses at all times but sometimes, I just can't. I am a little conscious on what other people might think of me. I don't want to be branded as a geek or nerd just because of my poor eyesight. I'm an active and fun girl and I don't want to be stuck in stereotypes. I really wished I could just walk out and rock them. I think of other people wearing eyeglasses and wish I could do it like them. My parents won't allow me to use contact lenses just yet because I'm a little sleep0holic and they've heard of the dangers of sleeping with contacts on. Oops! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.) I'll try to be true to my word at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know the feeling broken promises give to a person. It hurts down to your core especially when great things are on the line. But simple promises, when broken are just as painful. I don't want to be hurt and I must hurt no one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.) I'll try to publish more entries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Teentalk, I know that my blog is being read by people. I would just like to give a shout out to the people who have been reading and commenting here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erratikaren.blogspot.com/"&gt;♥ A Place in this World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eireinei.blogspot.com/"&gt;♥ Aio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcuteme.blogspot.com/"&gt;♥ Etcuteme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://foolish-traveller.blogspot.com/"&gt;♥ Foolish Traveler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybeee.blogspot.com/"&gt;♥ Just my Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://littleluigi.co.cc"&gt;♥ My Little Decoy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://questionshaveanswers.blogspot.com/"&gt;♥ Online Mommy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-flipside-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;♥ The Flipside of Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tsokolateng--tunaw.blogspot.com/"&gt;♥ Tsokolateng Tunaw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys so much! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-2715532863258395423?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/2715532863258395423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=2715532863258395423' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/2715532863258395423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/2715532863258395423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-time-for-change.html' title='It&apos;s time for a change.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SiS1Sm8itWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bFHwTqnM7Hw/s72-c/veggies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-2865773813816398189</id><published>2009-06-02T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:27:19.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Things that Disappointed Me Last Week</title><content type='html'>1.) Missed hoops and loose balls&lt;br /&gt;After losing to the Orlando Magic, MVP LeBron James and the Cavaliers will not advance to this year's NBA Finals. Apparently, the so-thought Cavs-Lakers match-up will not happen this year. It was the 6th game and the Cavs were wanting to push for a 7th round of hoops. Unfortunately, Superman's(Howard) magic was too much for the King(James) to conquer. Well, maybe next year? Besides, LeBron James is still young. Many is still in store for him. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Failed connections and unmet expectations&lt;br /&gt;@#*! PLDT myDSL services are getting into my nerves. It has been more than a month when we applied for Postpaid Internet and up to now we still haven't got any. This spikes!!! :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Patience-testers and virus transmitters&lt;br /&gt;There have been a final word that my expected first day as a college student is postponed. Wow! Just when I thought of making my own countdown. This was the last thing that I needed. Can you say unfair? Oh well, I really can't do anything about it and A(H1N1) virus is scaring the heck out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Safety first, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-2865773813816398189?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/2865773813816398189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=2865773813816398189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/2865773813816398189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/2865773813816398189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-things-that-disappointed-me-last-week.html' title='3 Things that Disappointed Me Last Week'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-4670132544797104977</id><published>2009-05-28T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:51:38.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSissippi</title><content type='html'>It's weird but I'm going to say it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I miss school."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a hundred percent sure that when I'm back to school, or get to school for this matter(I'm going to be in college!), and happen to look back at this entry I would definitely laugh at myself for saying that. I don't know but that's how I really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss seeing my teachers and friends. I miss staying up late cramming for a project due the following morning. I miss fighting urges to fall asleep in class. I miss wrestling with my pillows for some extra hours of sleep in the morning. I miss it all, the rush school gives and sometimes even the weariness. I guess I'm just tired of my everyday routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true. When you wait for something every second lasts forever. If that's the case, I want forever to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-4670132544797104977?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/4670132544797104977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=4670132544797104977' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/4670132544797104977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/4670132544797104977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/05/mississippi.html' title='MISSissippi'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-6794307242829593727</id><published>2009-05-25T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:28:07.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out</title><content type='html'>Seriously, my blog is having too much Kris Allen in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to buy a notebook where I should write the things that not many care about; that only I care about. Since, American Idol 2009 is finally over it is time that I get back to my regular Wednesday/Thursday routine. But since Kris Allen won, I guess there would be some changes. Oh, here I go again. I won't elaborate on that anymore. Sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the next few months, I swear not to write about anything that concerns AI be it any protests or what-so-ever's. I believe the world doesn't have to know every point and every view I have for the show. I think it's one of those things that are better kept to my own self. Okay, we're done here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-6794307242829593727?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/6794307242829593727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=6794307242829593727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/6794307242829593727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/6794307242829593727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-out.html' title='Time Out'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-3675690527649101291</id><published>2009-05-22T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:50:01.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk About Sinking Out</title><content type='html'>Twitter Update: "College is starting to sink out of me. Haha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more weeks, I'll be embarking on a new journey. Full of hopes and fears, I will start a new chapter in the book of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At fifteen, such a young, naive girl I am. I know nothing about what college has yet to offer me. I have been ecstatic to start becoming a college student months ago but now that I am about become one, I don't know how to feel. I know that I really can't say goodbye to everything high school, be it my friends, foes, mentors, experiences, lessons, everything. It just seems too early for me to put them aside first and give space to what is to come. Almost everyone that I have talked to about college knows how much ready, excited and hyped up I actually am. But not most of them know that deep down in my heart, a tiny, quiet voice is enumerating all of my thousand fears, my doubts and even my regrets. So far, this has been the biggest decision I have made in my life, what path to take. A four-spiked fork was in my way and I really am praying hard that the path I have chosen to take is the right one. Looking back, I think I have made pretty much good decisions in high school and I'm really betting on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to enter Ateneo the moment it was made known to me regardless of all the praises and favors other universities have given me. I just want it so so bad. Right now, all I can do is wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no right or wrong decisions after all. What you do about them indicates whether you are right or wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-3675690527649101291?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/3675690527649101291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=3675690527649101291' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/3675690527649101291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/3675690527649101291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/05/talk-about-sinking-out.html' title='Talk About Sinking Out'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-7124455639886744087</id><published>2009-05-20T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:05:22.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons Why I Like Kris Allen to be The American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10.) A "dark horse" can never pull off as far as where he is right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dubbed as this season's dark horse, Kris is said to be holding on to a cliff up to the finale. Compared to Adam Lambert and Danny Gokey, Kris receives the least praises from judges, not that he doesn't deserve any but because he actually didn't come off as strong as the other two. As the competition tightens, it is really obvious how much improvement Kris has been gaining each week. He started exploring more on his craft and he took risks that weren't really expected from him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShUsS2ztqlI/AAAAAAAAAOA/p-gUA0thcgw/s1600-h/top2xoj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShUsS2ztqlI/AAAAAAAAAOA/p-gUA0thcgw/s320/top2xoj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338221635779275346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.) Kris showcases versatility.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He came into the competition as a cutesy guitarist that has soul in his voice. But as the themes for the competition became broader and very diverse, he evolved from that cutesy guitarist to a star who can do music from A to Z. We've seen him sang Remember the Time with the guitar which is far from his own take on Falling Slowly. Two genres with different interpretations, both as amazing as the other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.) Kris owns the songs he sings every week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This has been the first time in my life that I put so much interest with songs from the past. I am a self-confessed pop-culture enthusiast. My playlists are full of current songs, no covers and remakes, just really the new ones. But since I heard Kris sang songs from the Beatles, Donna Summer, Frank Sinatra(although I actually loved Frankie before Kris popped into TV) and Michael Jackson, I became very curious and eventually very much interested in the music my mother grew up with. (Haha! Love you, mom! =P) Right now, my playlist is full of his soothing and groovy covers on old songs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.) He showcases responsibility at a very young age.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How did I say this, you ask? One name, Katy Allen. For those who do not know, Katy Allen is the very beautiful wife of Kris. He is 23 and happily married which implies that he is ready to take care not only of himself but a woman that's very dear to his heart and eventually to raise a child or even children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShUo_-9I04I/AAAAAAAAANY/zRpMlbJLXHg/s1600-h/87886091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShUo_-9I04I/AAAAAAAAANY/zRpMlbJLXHg/s320/87886091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338218013013889922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) He has an awesome fanbase.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://krisallenation.com/"&gt;http://krisallenation.com&lt;/a&gt; - I can say that for the past 15 years that I have been breathing, this is the only fansite that I enjoy 24/7. I can hang-out in this site and not an inch of bore can crawl into me. The people are funny and warm. Kris unites us and it's so comforting to know that you are not alone in supporting Kris. In my case, most of my friends are rooting for Adam so I find solace in KrisAllenation. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) He's such a sexyface.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think pictures are the best ones to tell you about this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShU0yPV8GzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/biKFA1xI4Co/s1600-h/Hawkins3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShU0yPV8GzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/biKFA1xI4Co/s320/Hawkins3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338230971034245938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShU0x574oAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gM1cIWa_p6I/s1600-h/Hawkins12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShU0x574oAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gM1cIWa_p6I/s320/Hawkins12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338230965287821314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) He made a phenomenon with his Heartless cover.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who could forget David Cook's "Always Be My Baby" last season? That was a major hit. Filipinos even translated it into our own language. Although I may not be a fan of the translated version, it only shows how much addiction it has inflicted to us, Filipinos. This could(Or should I already say is?) actually happen to Kris' rendition of Heartless. The moment he sang it, everyone started talking about it. It took the world by storm. And though, I feebly disagree, many say it was this that has guaranteed a spot for Kris Allen in the Finale. I still believe that his talent from day one was the thing that has put him to where he is right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZWif4Bo3e8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZWif4Bo3e8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) He has great fashion sense.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those who have been religiously watching the show, it is noticeable how Kris loves plaid. Not too many men can wear plaid polos and look drop dead gorgeous and still keep a certain masculinity in them. Kris is one of those men. And of course, we couldn't ignore the jeans. His jeans helps in showing a relaxed facade while onstage. He oozes with confidence with a plaid shirt and jeans combo. Ugh. Soooo Kick Awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShUp9esxtLI/AAAAAAAAANg/pqQwr9YCfRc/s1600-h/normal_85368486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShUp9esxtLI/AAAAAAAAANg/pqQwr9YCfRc/s320/normal_85368486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338219069507220658" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShUp98HutoI/AAAAAAAAANw/7AvMuBWvsMg/s1600-h/39976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShUp98HutoI/AAAAAAAAANw/7AvMuBWvsMg/s320/39976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338219077404898946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShUp9tYuJeI/AAAAAAAAANo/qC7_3SMbWqg/s1600-h/b7fj2v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShUp9tYuJeI/AAAAAAAAANo/qC7_3SMbWqg/s320/b7fj2v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338219073449633250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShUp9_A7KoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FJ3LGPWHzys/s1600-h/28bs7ya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShUp9_A7KoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FJ3LGPWHzys/s320/28bs7ya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338219078181661314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pair of jeans are the true jeans of a man. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) Talent!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need I say more? C'mon! Playing two instruments in one night? Being self-taught with the guitar and piano and I think even the ukulele? Having to move people without hitting very very high notes? That is more than talent, I should say. It's a gift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) Humility is sexy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Such a humble man, Kris Allen. You can see in his reactions how much overwhelming things have been to him. He looks surprised when praised and he never talks back rudely. Kris Allen is a good man. He deserves to be an Idol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShUshpCSczI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RLPsI4aT5JI/s1600-h/Top9c+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShUshpCSczI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RLPsI4aT5JI/s320/Top9c+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338221889780347698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShUsh3CCfNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0JWQLnHQ68w/s1600-h/WinnerIdol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShUsh3CCfNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0JWQLnHQ68w/s320/WinnerIdol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338221893537397970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://krisallenation.com"&gt;KRISALLENATION&lt;/a&gt; for the pictures! ;) KAnation citizens rock!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-7124455639886744087?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/7124455639886744087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=7124455639886744087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7124455639886744087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7124455639886744087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-reasons-why-i-like-kris-allen-to-be.html' title='10 Reasons Why I Like Kris Allen to be The American Idol'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ShUsS2ztqlI/AAAAAAAAAOA/p-gUA0thcgw/s72-c/top2xoj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-6677501355028741730</id><published>2009-05-16T10:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:00:48.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to keep my mind going...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Random Thoughts for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I'm itching to change my layout. Hff! I hate this stage, having to conceive ideas and find that starting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I can't wait to shop for school essentials. The smell of new things is very appealing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) My glasses don't irritate me as much as it did a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) The 9:00 PM slot of Hannah Montana on Disney Channel is officially replaced by Mr. Bean. I think I have to go to DC's website and check HM's new schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) I want to have a portfolio inspired by celebrities and papparazi moments. I'm a superstar after all, eh? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) My new haircut is rocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) 6 pounds - my target weight loss until June 10. Blah! Haha! This is such a "dream-on" moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) I can't wait to get my hands on to the June issue of Candy Magazine. June issues excite me big time, really BIG TIME! I want to go back to school pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) When we already have that postpaid internet connection - which is taking way tooooo looong... - I will have my Hereos marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Who will be the next American Idol? Go Kris!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day people. DONE! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-6677501355028741730?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/6677501355028741730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=6677501355028741730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/6677501355028741730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/6677501355028741730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-to-keep-my-mind-going.html' title='Something to keep my mind going...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-3315905483734807699</id><published>2009-05-16T10:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:58:10.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Hands with the Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sg4rSmwguuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/54vvuhKhA8k/s1600-h/331198166_05f4fe5a78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sg4rSmwguuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/54vvuhKhA8k/s400/331198166_05f4fe5a78.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336250207122275042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh please, say to me you'll let me be your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And please, say to me you'll let me hold your hand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I twittered &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wished I live during the Beatles era and became buddies with them. Ha! This is crazy. "Here comes the sun, lalalalalala..."&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&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/8825523931836218447-3315905483734807699?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/3315905483734807699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=3315905483734807699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/3315905483734807699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/3315905483734807699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/05/hold-hands-with-beatles.html' title='Hold Hands with the Beatles'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sg4rSmwguuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/54vvuhKhA8k/s72-c/331198166_05f4fe5a78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-725989906746087707</id><published>2009-05-15T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:59:10.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Good</title><content type='html'>My brother caught me. Ack! He saw me downloading too much Kris Allen songs. Haha! What more can I do? I'm a fan! Anyway, I'm loving his version of How Sweet it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short but definitely sweet line from it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Everything was just a bore, all the things I didn't seems I've done before. But you brought love in all my days, with a love so sweet in so many ways."&lt;/blockquote&gt;I just find it so feel-good. It's soothing and sweet. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-725989906746087707?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/725989906746087707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=725989906746087707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/725989906746087707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/725989906746087707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/05/feel-good.html' title='Feel Good'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-6210192839862575289</id><published>2009-05-13T19:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:24:22.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kris Allen and American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay. So, I have seen so many blog entries about American Idol and since I have been a fan of those entries and the show itself, I decided to publish my own entry on it in full courage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May I start with Danny Gokey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, many of the entries that I have read aren't from Gokey fans actually. The "Dream On" scream was full of controversy, maybe the most controversial "What?!" performances ever on Idol. Let me try to be fair for him here. I think that Gokey is a really vocally talented guy but I really don't think that he could establish a strong niche in the music industry. His style is wonderful but isn't different. It's fresh but not new. (Although I think that last sentence was rather ironic. Ha!) I just really, really don't get him. Sorry, Gokey fans! Honestly, I tried to like him but we really didn't work out. Ga! That sounded like we're an item or whatever. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next up, Adam Lambert!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go, go, go! Do some fangirl-ing. Do the gesture, you know using your right hand as a supposed fan for you can feel his hotness and the other hand over your forehead to insinuate fainting. There is a so-called Adam craze-slash-fever(craze/fever). What more can I say? Let's see. Hm. He's gay and that dampens his chances of becoming the next American Idol. Oops! I can now slap my face and tell myself how harsh that was. But seriously, that's just all I have to say. He's good and there's nothing stopping him from hitting out of this world notes. He just amazes everyone every week. He's full of energy, creativity and courage to pull off those kind of performances. Oh! But there is one thing! Let's say he wins the title, he is the American Idol, I think that when his record is released it won't be a big hit or as in books, it won't be a bestseller. Come on! I know you can't listen to his voice in your car when you're about to go to the grocery or to run an errand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lastly, we have Kris Allen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I am a very, very big Kris Allen fan. So I will be a little biased here. (Doesn't matter though, it's my blog after all, right? ...and you can read the title first. Thank you!) Kris has so much potential to sell records, millions of them. He's creative and hip. He may look like the typical boy-next-door but who knew he could look so stunning and charming when he plays *gulps* the piano! Sometimes, I can picture him performing with a wide variety of artists from Jason Mraz to Justin Timberlake. (Although, Matt Giraud wouldn't be bad, too!) I think, if only Kris Allen was single, he could've secured a spot for the finale. I know deep in my heart, Kris Allen has the least chances of winning; thus the underdog. But I really think that among the three he has the most chances of succeeding in the world out there. People will listen to his music not just hear it or look at his face. Well, I'm... um... I'm a little guilty with the looking-at-his-face part. Forgive me, I'm vulnerable to those kind of smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Kris Allen for the win!!! Yay! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To finish this off, here's a picture of him flashing that smile. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SgqzkQ3PyoI/AAAAAAAAANI/gDQc1zjFC6M/s320/27_kris_allen.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335274144157125250" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: I know that many may react to this blog entry but I really don't care that much. I'm a courageous blogger now. I am writing for myself and not for anyone else. One last reminder, respect begets respect. Whew! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-6210192839862575289?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/6210192839862575289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=6210192839862575289' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/6210192839862575289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/6210192839862575289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/05/kris-allen-and-american-idol.html' title='Kris Allen and American Idol'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SgqzkQ3PyoI/AAAAAAAAANI/gDQc1zjFC6M/s72-c/27_kris_allen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-3334095806035729769</id><published>2009-05-08T10:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:59:52.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm on vacation right now and I have to say how great it is to really go out and about! It's good to see the world for yourself. Nature's very inspiring and I have a lot of writing to do abut this trip. For now, I'm going to enjoy this vacation. I'll write about it as soon as I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURES, STORIES, and RANTS to come! Yay-yay! ;)&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/8825523931836218447-3334095806035729769?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/3334095806035729769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=3334095806035729769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/3334095806035729769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/3334095806035729769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='UPDATE!!!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-8844970511791484757</id><published>2009-05-08T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:52:51.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWEET-TWIT-TWEET-TWIT!</title><content type='html'>I'm crazy about it, Twitter. Haha! I registered for this one before but I didn't get much enjoyment from it so I deleted my account. Now that I got a good grasp on its concept and purpose, I am twitter-crazy! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;5 Reasons why I am twitter-crazy(...and why you should be, too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It makes me feel like a celebrity! Celebrities have been using twitter since&lt;br /&gt;who-knows-when and they've got gazillions of followers. I may not have 6-figure&lt;br /&gt;number of followers but it feels great to know that there are some people who&lt;br /&gt;gladly follow your tweets and find out what you have been up to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It lets you follow your favorite celebs! Unlike in any other social&lt;br /&gt;networks,it is easier to find their real accounts because of their tweets and&lt;br /&gt;there are less posers here, which is great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get to see what your friends are up to. Mm-hm. Juicy, juicy stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;MILEY CYRUS is using Twitter!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;MILEY CYRUS... Haha! Here I go again! I'm sorry, readers. I'm just really a&lt;br /&gt;big fan of her. But there are many other more celebs to follow and some celebs&lt;br /&gt;are really,really great that they reply to their fans!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my twitter: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/meesaimee"&gt;http://twitter.com/meesaimee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow, follow, follow! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-8844970511791484757?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/8844970511791484757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=8844970511791484757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/8844970511791484757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/8844970511791484757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/05/tweet-twit-tweet-twit.html' title='TWEET-TWIT-TWEET-TWIT!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-2787226326447699446</id><published>2009-05-04T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:17:48.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision Mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If not for the physical examination required for my college application, I could've suffered more later on. Just a few days ago, I was required by my examining physician to go have my eye checked by an opthalmologist. At first, I was cool with it. I thought maybe she just wanted some sort of clearance from an optha. After three or four examinations for my eyes, I was required to wear spectacles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a little depressing to  me. Glasses can make or break the appearance of a person. They have the ability to make you look sophisticated but it also has the horrifying ability to make one look old and nerdy. Today, I'm officially wearing my very first pair of eyeglasses. Right now, I really hope my eyes would, at the very least, clear up a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-2787226326447699446?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/2787226326447699446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=2787226326447699446' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/2787226326447699446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/2787226326447699446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/05/vision-mission.html' title='Vision Mission'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-5734801448897472129</id><published>2009-04-29T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:05:34.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacancy</title><content type='html'>Whenever I open my Multiply account, stories and blabbering about enrolment welcome me. Almost all of my classmates post entries describing their enrolment experiences and how much these experiences have psyched them even more to finally go to college. I’m not complaining how the Ateneo had set our enrolment dates to be on June. The thing is that time flies just too slow that each day makes me as impatient ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. FINE. I just had nothing to do so I am here in front of the PC writing one nonsense entry again. It relaxes me, actually. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s just talk about my favourite TV Series as of the moment, Heroes! :D&lt;br /&gt;It’s a TV Series currently aired by NBC at the USA and by CS9 here in my home country. It’s a sci-fi drama about a group of individuals each with special abilities such as invincibility, telekinesis, levitation and teleportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, CS9 is showing the fourth volume of the series which started on season 3 and sadly, I haven’t finished watching the first season just yet. I have episodes one to fifteen from season one stored in my computer and I’m still waiting for my cousin to give the other episodes to me.&lt;br /&gt;My friends are puzzled with why I like watching the series. They know that I’m a little dainty for such shows and they are actually bewildered rather than amazed with my capability to watch such even though I’m alone. I tell them, I’m trying to grow up. &lt;em&gt;Kumbaga sa lalake&lt;/em&gt;, I’m trying to man up a little. There’s nothing very gross about it anyway. So far, from what I have watched, the grossest scene that I have encountered yet was the one showing the victims of Jessica Sanders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting it short, I’m giving you 3 reasons why you should watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)    The twists are very puzzling and they will definitely crack your brain when you try to figure it out. Also, it would surprise you on how each one of the characters are related to each other! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)    C’mon! There will always be a part of you wanting you had superpowers. Heroes can enlighten your mind regarding the pros and cons of having some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)    The guys are cute! Nothing more to explain. Haha! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-5734801448897472129?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/5734801448897472129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=5734801448897472129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/5734801448897472129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/5734801448897472129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/04/vacancy.html' title='Vacancy'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-7689485362863767620</id><published>2009-04-20T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:35:01.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Nibblets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Pick a band/artist: Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you a male or female: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Describe yourself: One in a Million&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you feel about yourself: As I Am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Describe your current boy/girl situation: I'm Ready for Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Describe your current location: These Four Walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Describe where you want to be: East Northumberland High&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your best friend is: True Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your favorite color is: Clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know that: Things Happen for a Reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What’s the weather like: Chill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your life was a television show, it would be called: Everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is life to you: Life's What You Make It&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the best advice you have to give: Nobody's Perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could change your name what would you change it to: Rockstar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-stolen from &lt;a href="http://www.candymag.com/blogs/"&gt;Candy Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-7689485362863767620?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/7689485362863767620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=7689485362863767620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7689485362863767620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7689485362863767620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-nibblets.html' title='Sweet Nibblets'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-4468451930678424053</id><published>2009-04-20T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:31:29.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation for College Domination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As we were having an ordinary lunch at home, my grandmother recounted her insights on high school graduation. As a fresh graduate, I was intrigued with what she had to say. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nanay&lt;/span&gt; has always been a wise and insightful woman and lending her an ear wouldn't hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was December then, a time of the year that's full of joy and generosity. But then, fate had to play with my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nanay&lt;/span&gt;. She was diagnosed with weak lungs. It made her sickly leading to frequent and long absences at school. What's worse is that she was already on her senior year then. Three more months and she will be marching up onstage for graduation. With her worsening tardiness, the school administration had to remove her from the roster of graduates. It was a very sad time in her life. My grandmother didn't lose hope. She held to the idea that she could enroll as a senior student on the coming school year. She was full of hope and was gearing up during the summer when unfortunate events start to come one after another after another and after another. Indeed, as the cliché goes, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;When it rains, it pours.&lt;/span&gt;" Her father got sick and no one but her oldest sister provides for all nine of them. Her mother, my great grandmother, talked to three of my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;nanay's &lt;/span&gt;siblings and together with my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;nanay&lt;/span&gt;, that they had to stop schooling. They were so down, financially and even emotionally. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Nanay&lt;/span&gt; had simple dreams, she wanted to finish high school, go to college and have a degree whatever it is, she just wanted one. Having to stop schooling broke her heart, crushed even. I asked her what she really wanted to become and she answered with a simple sentence, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Titser lang, okay na.&lt;/span&gt;" She told me that she is very happy that I have graduated from high school and that I am going to a very reputable college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She made me realize how important education really is and that how lucky I am for having parents being able to send me to prestigious institutions. As I heard this story from her, she inspired me to study really hard and have a grab to that college diploma. As a high school graduate, all I have to offer to her as of now is my high school diploma. To some it may be nothing but a piece of parchment paper but to her, it is a fulfilment of her dreams for me and for herself as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;College, I will conquer you. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-4468451930678424053?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/4468451930678424053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=4468451930678424053' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/4468451930678424053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/4468451930678424053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/04/motivation-for-college-domination.html' title='Motivation for College Domination'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-710220536147212890</id><published>2009-04-14T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:41:43.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weigh Down through the Hoedown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boom boom clap! Boom dee clap dee clap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boom boom clap! Boom dee clap dee clap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have found my official summer weight loss routine! Weight-loss routines should be fun and vibrant and this one got tons and tons of fun and vibrance with it! I like it for 3 reasons actually.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, the words to the song are fast and like racing with each other which makes you race with them too! In our language, this is what we call &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taranta&lt;/span&gt;. The song has this certain &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taranta&lt;/span&gt; factor in it. As I have said, the racing words, added to the dance steps and melody of the song, will definitely keep your energy up, up, up! Exactly what you need for an effective workout!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, it's featured in a hip upcoming movie, Hannah Montana! I'm really a fan, so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least, when you watch it with your friends, you have the bragging rights that you already know the steps to it even before it came out. HAHA! Pointless and childish, eh? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, Miley can teach you the routine. Okay, 'nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6fRiT05TWwE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6fRiT05TWwE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's an instructional video featuring Miley Cyrus and Jamal Sims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-710220536147212890?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/710220536147212890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=710220536147212890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/710220536147212890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/710220536147212890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/04/weigh-down-through-hoedown.html' title='Weigh Down through the Hoedown'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-6218032395785475768</id><published>2009-04-13T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:50:22.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miley on Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SeL7Ss_VwmI/AAAAAAAAANA/VJbxs1YIwss/s1600-h/asfafa.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SeL7Ss_VwmI/AAAAAAAAANA/VJbxs1YIwss/s400/asfafa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324094008238391906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look what I found at &lt;a href="http://mileycyrus.com"&gt;Miley's official website&lt;/a&gt;! I was like watching Lady GaGa's amazing performance and then I thought of Miley. I kind of wished she would be performing for the show. Then one day, I happen to drop by her site and saw this news article. So mark those calendars and don't miss her surely amazing performance!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Miley! She always gives a hundred and two percent during her performances. She's just so passionate and loving when it comes to her singing. Many would join the bandwagon and say awful things about her. Those 'joiners' refuse to try to look at her sing, dance and just perform without any prejudices and assumptions about her. She's a great artist gifted with amazing talents. Man, let her grow up! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-6218032395785475768?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/6218032395785475768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=6218032395785475768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/6218032395785475768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/6218032395785475768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/04/miley-on-idol.html' title='Miley on Idol'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SeL7Ss_VwmI/AAAAAAAAANA/VJbxs1YIwss/s72-c/asfafa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-8180867463822711682</id><published>2009-04-08T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:51:51.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Forward, Play, Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know that the feeling is mutual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, this is not a post about love and relationships. What I meant with "feeling" was that certain desire to press the fast forward button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's summer and I really am very excited to go to school as a freshman once again. All the preparations that I have been doing for college excites me more and more. Last Thursday, me and my father went to Ateneo. I confirmed my slot and requested for a change of course which hopefully would be granted. Going back, I know that most of my batchmates feels the same way, excited for college. It's as if we want to skip summer and all the boredom entailed with it and start living as a student once again. This was exactly the way I felt last summer. I wanted to go to school and spend quality time with my batchmates and friends. I was excited to be a senior, to apply for universities, to do something productive each and everyday. I was itching to press that fast forward button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, seriously? When you're there and playing the scene, as you go on forward and far, you would be convincing yourself to look for another button, the rewind button. Well, if only this button would've existed, many could have been using it. This is the irony of life as they would call it. Everyone would like to master the art of pressing fast forward, play and rewind. This for me is wrong, though I feel like mastering such art. This desire ceases the tendency of people to live life to the fullest and seize the day. As Kung Fu Panda have taught me, "...today is a gift, that's why it's called present." We should be glad that we are given today. We have this gift to correct and not redo what happened yesterday. It is nice to dream on and nourish ourselves with aspirations for the future but it would be nicer if we just loosen up and go with the flow and spontanity of today. Whatever tomorrow brings, today will matter as it woould be shaping the 'whatever' of tommoorow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;POINTLESS, eh? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-8180867463822711682?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/8180867463822711682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=8180867463822711682' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/8180867463822711682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/8180867463822711682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/04/fast-forward-play-rewind.html' title='Fast Forward, Play, Rewind'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-3257216542272622658</id><published>2009-04-08T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:30:22.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something worth keeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SdwMC1kdn3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Jbn5kcxXECg/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SdwMC1kdn3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Jbn5kcxXECg/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322142102524370802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Version 01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If, miraculously, you frequently visit my dear blog, you can see that for the past few days I have been trying to change and redo my template. Now, I am finally keeping this layout I have made. This is what I will call superstar layout ver. 01. What do you think, eh? Comment your reviews! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-3257216542272622658?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/3257216542272622658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=3257216542272622658' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/3257216542272622658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/3257216542272622658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-worth-keeping.html' title='Something worth keeping'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SdwMC1kdn3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Jbn5kcxXECg/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-7341300875173084988</id><published>2009-04-06T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:51:16.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School never Ends; never is non-existing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sit here in my dad's office, I thought of checking my multiply account. This has been the longest time that I haven't gone online since January 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, as I signed in my account, the sight of graduation posts and albums welcomed me. It dawned to me once more that high school is finally over. I got a little nostalgic but I chose not to view those pictures just yet. Though I don't cry at school as much as others do, I still feel sad about graduation. Even though many would say that we will still be meeting each other it doesn't change the fact that we won't be together as much as we were before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things high school has given me but there were also things that it has taken from me. I have learned from my teachers, mentors and friends and I am sure that they, too, have learned from me. These are so many things that even a very lengthy post could not tell. As we begin our senior year, we were all psyched about the authority, the superiority, the liberty and all privileges that comes with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senior year is basically all about finishing what you have started, patching things up, and having final preparations for college. Honestly, senior year isn't the best, but high school is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your last school year you finish what you have started. You just continue and put an end to the things you have done before. For in your senior year, you start to take your exit. It's just like having your report printed. In senior year, you take only the final steps. You also have to patch things up. I tell you, it's hard to graduate with broken glasses on your path. For as you go on, your feet will bleed and it will hurt you just more and more. As when you patch things up, you would be able to actually exit the portals of high school with clean, strong feet. They say you need this when you step to college. I regret having kept grudges for a certain friend. Instead of using the last 10 months of being together as time to talk and sort everthing out, I failed to make peace with her. Lastly, senior year is a time to do final preparations for college. On your first months in fourth year high school, you fill out many application forms and do a lot of test-taking. As seniors, it is your dream to enter a prestigious university and passing their tests is one of the greatest challenges you'll have to conquer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing I can say further about high school. I just have two big but simple words for all the things that has happened to me in high school, thank and you. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Cliche as it may seem but, I am not who I am today if not for all of these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-7341300875173084988?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/7341300875173084988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=7341300875173084988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7341300875173084988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7341300875173084988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/04/high-school-never-ends-never-is-non.html' title='High School never Ends; never is non-existing.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-5842404678861899238</id><published>2009-03-30T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:41:15.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At long last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baccalaureate Mass @ 2 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graduation right after...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, my four years in high school will be ending soon. I don't want to get too emotional just yet. I just want to cherish the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--insights on graduation to follow. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-5842404678861899238?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/5842404678861899238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=5842404678861899238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/5842404678861899238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/5842404678861899238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-long-last.html' title='At long last...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-7849708229218384959</id><published>2009-03-22T11:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:08:51.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Care to explain?</title><content type='html'>Why in the world did it took me almost a decade to publish another entry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have been busy with school. I'm part of the Yearbook Committee and even though I spend so many hours in front of this screen, I couldn''t manage to sneak my blog entries in between. Layouting have been killing me actually. I had to cancel my beauty rest and end up sleeping 3 AM just finishing half of my work. CS2 have been my best friend for the past weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a look at the page layouts I've made for some of my classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW3HhfYkkI/AAAAAAAAALE/iPCknWnrwvM/s1600-h/Alyssa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315856275057709634" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW3HhfYkkI/AAAAAAAAALE/iPCknWnrwvM/s320/Alyssa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alyssa's Stars Layout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW3H8dVkfI/AAAAAAAAALM/pGXiuGJCEPc/s1600-h/Arra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315856282296881650" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW3H8dVkfI/AAAAAAAAALM/pGXiuGJCEPc/s320/Arra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arra's Pooh Layout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW3HypJkzI/AAAAAAAAALU/bWiasYmhlvc/s1600-h/Jonah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315856279662072626" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW3HypJkzI/AAAAAAAAALU/bWiasYmhlvc/s320/Jonah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jonah's Hello Kitty Layout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW3IA9dheI/AAAAAAAAALk/Z3x9-0_xgU4/s1600-h/Loren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315856283505362402" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW3IA9dheI/AAAAAAAAALk/Z3x9-0_xgU4/s320/Loren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loren's Rainbow Layout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW3H7FFBYI/AAAAAAAAALc/T7C7EpJj94Q/s1600-h/Joshua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315856281926698370" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW3H7FFBYI/AAAAAAAAALc/T7C7EpJj94Q/s320/Joshua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joshua's Ferrari Layout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW4RDfE0TI/AAAAAAAAALs/TU9nJPdHOK0/s1600-h/Louie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315857538313670962" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW4RDfE0TI/AAAAAAAAALs/TU9nJPdHOK0/s320/Louie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Louie's Rockstar Layout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW4RdUaaJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktvUGLmLM9M/s1600-h/Rhealiza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315857545248270482" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW4RdUaaJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktvUGLmLM9M/s320/Rhealiza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rhealiza's dainty layout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW4RdWo7iI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hJbzuUwT0qw/s1600-h/Riel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315857545257610786" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW4RdWo7iI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hJbzuUwT0qw/s320/Riel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Riel's Desert Layout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW4Rg-m4tI/AAAAAAAAAME/KRXZRHdg_Ls/s1600-h/Ronald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315857546230555346" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW4Rg-m4tI/AAAAAAAAAME/KRXZRHdg_Ls/s320/Ronald.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ronald's Po Layout &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to publish my layout. I want it to be a surprise. Haha!&lt;/div&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/8825523931836218447-7849708229218384959?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/7849708229218384959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=7849708229218384959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7849708229218384959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7849708229218384959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/03/care-to-explain.html' title='Care to explain?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScW3HhfYkkI/AAAAAAAAALE/iPCknWnrwvM/s72-c/Alyssa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-8737774681298290458</id><published>2009-03-20T17:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:39:48.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Day Out (FT-Day 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The second day of our field trip was a little messy. I meant the schedule. Haha! We were supposed to take breakfast at 6 but I ate some breakfast around 7:30, I guess. Ha! (Too much for hitting the sack at 2) Our first destination was located in Tagaytay so during the travel from Cavite to Tagaytay, I kind of slept in the bus instead of listening to our boring tour guide. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First stop: &lt;strong&gt;People's Park in the Sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All we ever did here was to take a lot of pictures. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315849607374954642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScWxDab74JI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Goe-vqnbLD4/s200/DSC02023.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;So High School Musical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was the &lt;strong&gt;Picnic Grove&lt;/strong&gt;. The best thing here was the Tagaytay Ridge Zipline. It was the best! At first I was really scared and all but then many of my classmates persuaded me to do it. Since I decided to do it a little late, I was one of the last people to do it. Nina was kind enough to do it with me. Since we bought tickets for a two-way ride, we had to do it twice. During our first go, I was really nervous but then a couple of seconds of being on the line, I happened to enjoy it, the whole of it. On our way back to the other side, it was raining and the wind was blowing big time. Our tandem was the last one to go back and during the ride I was like flying. It was great. I had no fears of falling anymore and I really hoped that the wire could've been longer. We had a picture actually but it's with Nina until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315849610943502178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScWxDnuvl2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Bt-f7P6VjaU/s200/DSC02049.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;They were waiting for their turn at the Zipline.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315849606173998834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScWxDV9mvvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EmLzXvYHXaE/s200/DSC02047.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A little taste of the scenery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315850672948493650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScWyBcAdvVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/beZwEw6F9tU/s200/DSC02050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Getting ready to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our last destination was at the &lt;strong&gt;Enchanted Kingdom&lt;/strong&gt;. We enjoyed it here, especially the Rio Grande Rapids because for the first time in three consecutive years that I have been going here, I kind of drank a little water from the splash. I know, it was disgusting. Haha! Everything was the usual, the rides, the late lunch, the long queues. Actually, there is one thing. The Space Shuttle stopped. None of my friends were riding that moment but they were next in line. They were afraid, though that it might stop again so they went to us and we rode the Anchors Away instead. That was pretty much it for the field trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315849600929797106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScWxDCbSk_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/HcJk35muYkE/s200/DSC00328.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Get ready to splash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315849607199820850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScWxDZyLjDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dwitEi7dNaY/s200/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Right before the anchors go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315850670633852850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScWyBTYnH7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/BRxNvrPQUjU/s200/DSC02063.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me with two of the best girls in the world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the bus, after dinner, we played so many games. We even made our own commercial for the Space Shuttle. It was hilarious and even disastrous, some would go right, others left. Haha! There were other fun moments in the bus but then one of our teachers had to tell us to stop because many couldn't sleep. We thought it was a little 'KJ' as many would call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-8737774681298290458?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/8737774681298290458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=8737774681298290458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/8737774681298290458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/8737774681298290458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-day-out-ft-day-2.html' title='Some Day Out (FT-Day 2)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/ScWxDab74JI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Goe-vqnbLD4/s72-c/DSC02023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-6033068562615561511</id><published>2009-03-01T13:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:45:08.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fieldtrip (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I have told you before, I went to a two-day fieldtrip with some of the best people in the world. Unfortunately, not all seniors joined the fieldtrip but we still happen to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malacañang Palace Musem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No pictures allowed! We first had a short lecture about the history of the Palace. I enjoyed the lecture even though I find the facilitator a little corny! HAHA! :P The museum was great. I find the different pictures, paintings and other artifacts very interesting. They tell a little something about our country and its people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bagumbayan Lights &amp;amp; Sounds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Basically, the whole thing tells us about the history of the discovery of the Philippines, the Spaniard colonization and the works and words of Dr. Jose Rizal. In this place most of the seniors just took pictures throughout the whole walk. HAHA! It was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Saoasu9Xo6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/KfyHNh0u8pk/s1600-h/DSC01919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308084466631549858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Saoasu9Xo6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/KfyHNh0u8pk/s200/DSC01919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaoasjKeFTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0A2isFOYDqE/s1600-h/DSC01911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308084463465272626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaoasjKeFTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0A2isFOYDqE/s200/DSC01911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaoasFZtKJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sX3TiKnGAWM/s1600-h/DSC01889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308084455476111506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaoasFZtKJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sX3TiKnGAWM/s200/DSC01889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaoatKZcUcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OAkX2vC9tn8/s1600-h/DSC01922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308084473997054402" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaoatKZcUcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OAkX2vC9tn8/s200/DSC01922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After our trip to Intramuros, we had lunch at Blue Wave near SM Mall of Asia. After an hour of eating we visited Manila Ocean Park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manila Ocean Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I enjoyed it very much. I love sea creatures especially the clownfishes, they remind me of the story of Nemo. I was walking through the whole park almost all alone and I don't mind. I find the place very interesting. Many would say it is boring but then I think t's just because they just aren't very much fond of marine life. We were supposed to try the doctor fish and the glass boat ride but then we realized that time is almost running out and we were being called to go back to our bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Saoem5QsGpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QU3wI8rNAmM/s1600-h/DSC01954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308088764364233362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Saoem5QsGpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QU3wI8rNAmM/s200/DSC01954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found Nemo. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaoemuamGqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/V5HlkgI0rjM/s1600-h/DSC01948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308088761452993186" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaoemuamGqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/V5HlkgI0rjM/s200/DSC01948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I guess this is a male, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaoemDdaG2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/YxLw7JtLZaw/s1600-h/DSC01943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308088749922065250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaoemDdaG2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/YxLw7JtLZaw/s200/DSC01943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starfishes fascinate me. Good thing I had the chance to touch them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaoelvRyYyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DbE5TJ9CO3w/s1600-h/DSC01940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308088744504615714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaoelvRyYyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DbE5TJ9CO3w/s200/DSC01940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's a big one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaoelQ0k9_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/G-Qjd7f7sWA/s1600-h/DSC01938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308088736329037810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaoelQ0k9_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/G-Qjd7f7sWA/s200/DSC01938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They open their mouth to release heat. They don't have pores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Saoht67uJAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CxSfGay_elo/s1600-h/DSC02002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308092183607124994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Saoht67uJAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CxSfGay_elo/s200/DSC02002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a &lt;em&gt;butanding&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaohtmFLMXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bKp52RtRKEw/s1600-h/DSC01985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308092178009633138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaohtmFLMXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bKp52RtRKEw/s200/DSC01985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Shark Boy! Where's Lava Girl? ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaohthlIeeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/dNGYc2qosKk/s1600-h/DSC01990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308092176801495522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaohthlIeeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/dNGYc2qosKk/s200/DSC01990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try scuba diving someday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaohtDylECI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KD4ygq1sGeI/s1600-h/DSC01984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308092168804831266" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaohtDylECI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KD4ygq1sGeI/s200/DSC01984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! Up there! It's a sting ray, right? I'm not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaohtPRzWgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NDoo9tUyL90/s1600-h/DSC01955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308092171888581122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaohtPRzWgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NDoo9tUyL90/s200/DSC01955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These creatures look fake which makes them cute. I love their color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was all for day one. We were supposed to visit WOW Philippines but it was cancelled because the management of WOW Philippines kind of kept the things we were supposed to see and informed our tour coordinators at such a very short notice. So instead of visiting there we travelled from Manila to Cavite where we will be sleeping for the night. The place was a little disappointing. There was no air conditioning system, no television and the double-deck beds were made of wood which were shaking. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though the place was disappointing, it was soon forgotten since we enjoyed during the night swimming. I was afraid to go to the deep part of the pool since I can't reach the floor and I am not a very good swimmer. The happiness didn't end after the swimming though. There was a bonfire and I took some of friends and we had serious and hilarious talks there. After everyone in our room has washed and changed clothes, we played cards and truth or dare. HAHA! We almost got caught. I won't elaborate more of what incident happened. It's a little private. So after that incident, we just decided to have some girl talk. We were lying on the floor already. After some time, three of our classmates went inside our room again and played with glow-in-the dark things. It was beautiful. Those three made my night very happy. We were like lying under the stars. Unconsciously, I fell asleep already. I was almost the last one to wake up in our room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first day was done. Our second and last day for the fieldtrip was about to begin and I was in full hopes that it would be a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-6033068562615561511?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/6033068562615561511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=6033068562615561511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/6033068562615561511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/6033068562615561511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/03/fieldtrip-part-1.html' title='Fieldtrip (part 1)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Saoasu9Xo6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/KfyHNh0u8pk/s72-c/DSC01919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-4316373683459031444</id><published>2009-03-01T12:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:01:03.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferris Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Short Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No. 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308079610565745394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaoWSEtD2vI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vCRbyvzw9wc/s320/DSC02080a-story+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remembered the first time I wanted to ride that big wheel. I was afraid of heights, though. I wanted someone older than me to be always by my side. Now that I'm a grown-up riding the big wheel alone is no big deal to me, being alone though, is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-4316373683459031444?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/4316373683459031444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=4316373683459031444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/4316373683459031444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/4316373683459031444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/03/ferris-wheel.html' title='Ferris Wheel'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SaoWSEtD2vI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vCRbyvzw9wc/s72-c/DSC02080a-story+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-8898102677388108362</id><published>2009-02-28T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:16:54.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to a two-day fieldtrip with my batchmates and schoolmates! I am in great desire to babble about my escapade and trippings but my whole body is really in pain right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Field trip stories + pictures to follow!&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/8825523931836218447-8898102677388108362?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/8898102677388108362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=8898102677388108362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/8898102677388108362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/8898102677388108362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='UPDATE!!!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-1196452525264942747</id><published>2009-02-21T09:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:26:39.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Enjoy the night. This would be our last... &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The first time you slow dance with somebody, have an excuse to doll yourself up as much as you can and feel and act like a princess, JUNIOR PROM, could be the sweetest moment you could ever cherish in your teenage years. Junior prom introduces you to being open to socialize with other people while being very comfortable. During your junior prom, you get to experience being a real lady. It's like a transcendence period for you, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings you may have felt during junior prom are far from what you would feel on senior prom. The excitement you may have felt pre-prom last year could vanish just like what happened to me this year. Instead of getting all psyched up during your gown-fitting/sho-hunting, you would suddenly feel lazy. It's not just pre-prom though that differs from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During prom night, you wouldn''t care choosing who you want to be your first, second, third or nth dance would be. All you want is to dance with all your batchmates and enjoy the night. You want to take too many pictures instead of walking by the judges to make you a finalist. You wouldn't care about the awards as much as you did last year. What you want is a night to remember, a night to keep in your heart when you start to leave the portals of your high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last year, having an overnight stay isn't much of a big deal to you. You might even choose going straight home than staying and getting a picture of everyone with you. But this year, you would really try your hardest to convince your parents to let you stay with your friends. I have a story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A friend of mine wanted to join us during oour overnight stay but she wasn't allowed by her parents. Instead, she bargained with them to allow her join us during our after-prom gimmick. After our gimmick, her parents generously offered to drive us back to our hotel. We first went to my friend's house to change wheels because we were on a pick-up and her parents think that it's starting to get a little too chilly for us to tolerate. When we arrived at their house, fnally she had the guts to stand up and talk to her parents. (It's a sign of her independence, I think. I'm proud of her because of that.) She said that they should trust her, blah blah blah. Miraculously (HAHA!), her parents allowed her! Yay! So she ran from one side of the street to the other, to get to ther house, IN HEELS! ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am saying is that during senior prom, you would want to seize every single chance you would get in being with your friends. You would grab each opportunity to enjoy the what's left of your days in high school. I will miss this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305063874197753650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SZ9ffHRQjzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4gesiRbwFXk/s320/DSC01704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We were about to leave to go to our after-prom gimmick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305063873202807570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SZ9ffDkC4xI/AAAAAAAAAH8/P8-PhlN8EK0/s320/DSC01828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Inside our room, we were having our own photoshoot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305063870934935394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SZ9fe7HV52I/AAAAAAAAAH0/7hFSLVgFLss/s320/DSC01705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Partying on the road&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305063870329173042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SZ9fe426tDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ug7nLA_rp14/s320/DSC01694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Right after prom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-1196452525264942747?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/1196452525264942747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=1196452525264942747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1196452525264942747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1196452525264942747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/02/night-to-remember.html' title='A Night to Remember'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SZ9ffHRQjzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4gesiRbwFXk/s72-c/DSC01704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-3099478137638299131</id><published>2009-02-16T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:11:37.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iskul Bukol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SZlI_fB1cbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8yGRw8ZYW_8/s1600-h/Image0473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303350291703624114" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SZlI_fB1cbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8yGRw8ZYW_8/s320/Image0473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am stuck with schoolwork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's our last preliminary examination on Thursday and Friday and many of our teachers are rushing us on our lessons. Aside from the assignments given to us to accomplish for this week, I have to catch up on the lessons I've missed during our week-long stay in Mindoro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My prom stories will follow after this week. I really have to review.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"HIATUS"&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/8825523931836218447-3099478137638299131?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/3099478137638299131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=3099478137638299131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/3099478137638299131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/3099478137638299131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/02/iskul-bukol.html' title='Iskul Bukol'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SZlI_fB1cbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8yGRw8ZYW_8/s72-c/Image0473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-2235473627668098839</id><published>2009-02-11T21:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:07:51.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm, PROM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Prom has ceased to excite the princess in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;It isn't only me who have observed this. I know many from our batch that feel the same about prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;Last year, I already have thought of every single detail for my prom, my dress, my shoes, my look, everything! I have been preparing a month before prom. This year, though, I am officially bored with the preparations for prom (Except for the poise classes! :P). Two more nights before prom and my dress isn't finished yet. You see how I do not prepare that much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;I'm not much in to the awards or whatsoever, only the party with my friends. I want to enjoy my Senior Prom. Although winning an award will be a big achievement/honor for me, I don't care as much as I did last year. I think bagging a trophy is just a bonus, the quality time with my friends is the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;main course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Last year, a senior told me that when you're the one graduating, prom really isn't a big deal and right now, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;she proves to be true&lt;/span&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/8825523931836218447-2235473627668098839?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/2235473627668098839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=2235473627668098839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/2235473627668098839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/2235473627668098839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/02/uhm-prom.html' title='Uhm, PROM'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-5673834462748137793</id><published>2009-02-08T12:49:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:37:30.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out-of-school</title><content type='html'>What have you been up to this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I have told you, guys, I was off to Mindoro to participate at the 6th National Science Quest. The people were very warm. They sure know how to be hospitable, with all those presentations, courteous ushers and usherettes, disciplined drivers. Everyone was very nice to us. It seems like the people from Mindoro got loads of kindness in their pockets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300289451336599938" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY5pLIGrCYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0cNm_-VNFYI/s200/DSC01297.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY5pK8okwMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AHidPx7dTo8/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300289448257568962" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY5pK8okwMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AHidPx7dTo8/s200/DSC01296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY5pKxqq58I/AAAAAAAAAEY/eWwmvo3A4QI/s1600-h/DSC01290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300289445313570754" style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY5pKxqq58I/AAAAAAAAAEY/eWwmvo3A4QI/s200/DSC01290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY5pK0ndS_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NBvGvgiRUi0/s1600-h/DSC01286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300289446105402354" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY5pK0ndS_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NBvGvgiRUi0/s200/DSC01286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was afraid to travel because we can't ride an airplane and so we had to settle for a ferry, I think. As we stepped inside the boat, I thought I was going to get seasick. It made me dizzy at first. After a while though, I didn't feel dizzy anymore. I guess my mind has set my body to get used to it for a whil&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY5njUIxpNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fjfMF2A5Cyk/s1600-h/DSC01297.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e. It was an hour ride from Batangas to Calapan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY5rSqHeRiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dsbvfLTxIpg/s1600-h/DSC01301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300291779749103138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY5rSqHeRiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dsbvfLTxIpg/s320/DSC01301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arriving there, some people welcomed us very warmly. We first checked-in at our hotel since we can't bear sleeping at our assigned billeting quarter. LOL! Since my father has an office there, his staff assisted him and us, indirectly, during our stay in Calapan. It was hot during our first day. The rays of the sun were killing us. But during our stay there, the sun didn't show up and rain was pouring, although not heavily. The schedule of the different events seemed nice at first. But then, as they would call it, "Filipino time" was implemented. Waiting was not much of a fun activity. Our contest was messed up. We didn't had the chance to go to Congress because it was cancelled due to lack of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY53SkOpqHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0yCatcWj45g/s1600-h/DSC01547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300304972308129906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY53SkOpqHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0yCatcWj45g/s200/DSC01547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY53Sw83X-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/GexR_bX-F1o/s1600-h/DSC01559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300304975723192290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY53Sw83X-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/GexR_bX-F1o/s200/DSC01559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY53StFZHfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9xa8Xygebzk/s1600-h/DSC01558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300304974685216242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY53StFZHfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9xa8Xygebzk/s200/DSC01558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sad thing, though. We didn't had the chance to visit the different tourist spots of Mindoro since we really got a little occupied during the contest. After all the contests and whatsoevers, we went back to Manila and stayed in our house. When we were in Manila, we went to Star City and SM Mall of Asia. It was fun being in Manila. Then a realization dawned upon each four of us, five actually to include our classmate we saw in MoA. Just a few more months and each one of us will be going to college. We will miss moments like those we had. We even dreamed of doing the same thing, meeting up, strolling and catching up with each other when we go to college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY56gfezAPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GZVsYtfP1Dk/s1600-h/DSC01588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300308510086725874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY56gfezAPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GZVsYtfP1Dk/s200/DSC01588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY56gLPzuiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UAdyz-Aaqds/s1600-h/DSC01587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300308504655149602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY56gLPzuiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UAdyz-Aaqds/s200/DSC01587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY58NFFhcFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Eoogx5sBwxY/s1600-h/DSC01583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300310375607136338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY58NFFhcFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Eoogx5sBwxY/s200/DSC01583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oops! One last story. I had an encounter with the world's 2nd tallest man. That's right! I saw him in Star City. He was really tall! Seriously. his pants were even taller than me. I actually pity him. He doesn't look happy all the time. He's sick, right? I'm including this man in my prayers. Hope you will, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm sorry if my stories are messed up. I have just arrived. LOL! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-5673834462748137793?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/5673834462748137793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=5673834462748137793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/5673834462748137793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/5673834462748137793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-of-school.html' title='Out-of-school'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY5pLIGrCYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0cNm_-VNFYI/s72-c/DSC01297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-6147245719267813725</id><published>2009-02-08T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:38:37.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See You Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Short Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY5dnc1-CnI/AAAAAAAAADg/f9AjU89aQUE/s1600-h/blog-item.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300276743800490610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY5dnc1-CnI/AAAAAAAAADg/f9AjU89aQUE/s400/blog-item.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I open my eyes, a sight of the bay startled me. We were already by the seaport waiting for my brother's trip. He was going to be away again. Though he made us used to it when he was in high school, I will surely miss him. Now all I can do is start counting the days until I see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-6147245719267813725?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/6147245719267813725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=6147245719267813725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/6147245719267813725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/6147245719267813725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/02/see-you-again.html' title='See You Again'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SY5dnc1-CnI/AAAAAAAAADg/f9AjU89aQUE/s72-c/blog-item.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-4312774689814688687</id><published>2009-02-03T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:00:43.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the first time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8VdG8eCxors&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8VdG8eCxors&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone forget the tinglies their first love give? Whenever one remembers their true love, you can't help but feel the same, though not as intense. It's true, first love never dies. You can never forget your first love. Oh well, maybe you can. But you can never erase such memory. It's like burrying something. Someday, you will definitely forget that you burried something but you can never erase the fact that you had that thing before. It's not that clear to me, about the first love. I do not even know what first love really is. I've fallen in and out of love for many times now, but I can't say if my 'first love' is my first 'true' love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is getting cheesy, man!&lt;/i&gt; I'm not speaking from experience but from what I have heard from others. I'm still young. I should and will enjoy life, love and everything the world has yet to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Mindoro! Good night! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-4312774689814688687?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/4312774689814688687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=4312774689814688687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/4312774689814688687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/4312774689814688687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-first-time.html' title='Oh, the first time'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-8023041522749428843</id><published>2009-02-02T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:23:03.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fickle-minded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can see in my blog that I am really fickle-minded. I posted before that I will change my layout and then I retracted my statement and stated that I will have a change in my layout around May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, you can see that I am currently using a template that was some sort of "built-in" here in Blogger. &lt;strong&gt;I am planning to change my layout. &lt;/strong&gt;I already made some headers and whatsoevers. In fact, I have started changing layouts for my different cyber accounts. I jumpstarted it with my layout in Multiply (a personal account). I custom-made it. Yay! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-8023041522749428843?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/8023041522749428843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=8023041522749428843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/8023041522749428843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/8023041522749428843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/02/fickle-minded.html' title='Fickle-minded'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-7494603881468720738</id><published>2009-01-31T10:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:48:20.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L is Lalalalove...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SYQc6fGMaaI/AAAAAAAAADY/39bGsuvlkd8/s1600-h/Image0229-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297390852800014754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SYQc6fGMaaI/AAAAAAAAADY/39bGsuvlkd8/s400/Image0229-a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday, Lathara!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a belated birthday, actually. I now consider L as my friend. Haha! Well, I took time to know her first. I thought I won't get along with her very much but with a couple of dates with her, group dates to be exact, I happen to actually like her. We get along well. She's a good friend to us. Literally and figuratively, she's just one call away. There are a lot of great things about her. She drives by herself, she owns a car, she has an unconventional fashion sense and she's just as crazy as we are! I want to add that she has been very thoughtful to us. She drives us home even though she lives far from the city. She takes time and gives effort to get to know each of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's funny 'cause I just got to know her because she was the classmate of my classmate in Ahead during their review classes last summer. Now, I could say that I am at ease and comfortable to mingle with her. I'm going to miss her when we all go to college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-7494603881468720738?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/7494603881468720738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=7494603881468720738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7494603881468720738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7494603881468720738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/01/l-is-lalalalove.html' title='L is Lalalalove...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SYQc6fGMaaI/AAAAAAAAADY/39bGsuvlkd8/s72-c/Image0229-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-5896145241111729924</id><published>2009-01-29T20:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:37:45.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Short Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SYGnfArEI9I/AAAAAAAAADI/Xyf0FaTKeJU/s1600-h/well.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SYGnfArEI9I/AAAAAAAAADI/Xyf0FaTKeJU/s400/well.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296698787962823634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel my heart thump when I see you. In this well, you can never see if there's water in it until you put down the pail.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...and like this well, you're dry, empty and disappointing.&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/8825523931836218447-5896145241111729924?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/5896145241111729924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=5896145241111729924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/5896145241111729924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/5896145241111729924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-emotions.html' title='Deep Emotions'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SYGnfArEI9I/AAAAAAAAADI/Xyf0FaTKeJU/s72-c/well.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-5956221366022850571</id><published>2009-01-28T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:04:58.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Mindoro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On February 4, 5, and 6, I together with 3 of my classmates and our teacher will be going to Calapan City, Mindoro! Yay! I'm excited for this one because I'm fond of traveling. Though I'll be missing my other friends, I'm sure that my 3-day escapade in Mindoro will be a blast! Actually, it's not for vacation that we'll go there. We will be representing Region I in the upcoming National Science Quest. It makes me proud to say that for the first time, I will be participating in a national contest. Because of this, I am proud to say that my high school is the most prestigious and excellent one in our locale (Pangasinan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note: Expect pictures of our escapade, many pictures! ...and when I say many, I mean it. :P&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/8825523931836218447-5956221366022850571?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/5956221366022850571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=5956221366022850571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/5956221366022850571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/5956221366022850571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-mindoro.html' title='Hello, Mindoro!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-1127605588022264232</id><published>2009-01-19T18:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:18:40.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Be Sane Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SXRhYuhNHPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fJ6IiBcNpnc/s1600-h/DSC01338+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292962539499232498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SXRhYuhNHPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fJ6IiBcNpnc/s400/DSC01338+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SXRdeAEQGcI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y1CJBqfVgWQ/s1600-h/DSC01337copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292958232062466498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SXRdeAEQGcI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y1CJBqfVgWQ/s400/DSC01337copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Sanity behind the Madness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SXRc6-xRtbI/AAAAAAAAACo/IIzn7_P3org/s1600-h/DSC01337copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cannot explain how &lt;strong&gt;these mad girls keep me sane&lt;/strong&gt;. Sure, we never really talk about everything every single day and I haven't been friends with them for the last eight years but they sure know me as far as anyone could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I enjoy their company a lot. Hanging around in "Kebab Marley" has already been a habit to us. We talk there, gossip there, study there and of course, eat there. (Note: Thanks to the generosity of Kuya Mark!) I take advices from them, sound ones. As I've stated before in another post, I am definitely captured or rather locked inside a box of confusion and my girls never hesitated a bit to keep me company. ;)&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/8825523931836218447-1127605588022264232?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/1127605588022264232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=1127605588022264232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1127605588022264232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1127605588022264232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/01/youll-be-sane-here.html' title='You&apos;ll Be Sane Here'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SXRhYuhNHPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fJ6IiBcNpnc/s72-c/DSC01338+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-7660035584869909584</id><published>2009-01-18T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:03:42.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing...</title><content type='html'>I can't change my layout soon because I am going to be busy with the remaining days of high school. I'll probably change my layout sometime around May.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-7660035584869909584?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/7660035584869909584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=7660035584869909584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7660035584869909584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7660035584869909584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-1903734594994125570</id><published>2009-01-18T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:19:02.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good news! I passed for the four most recognized schools (from what I know) in our country, UP, AdMU, DLSU, and UST. That's a big achievement for me. Now, people won't belittle me as much as they do back in the days. I can tell them to look at what I've become today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, it's decision time. Where will I study for college? Today, I realized that my brother's words to me were right, too. I shouldn't have taken too many college entrance tests, maybe two could've been better. I didn't took his piece of advice, I took four first, just to be open for choices and second, I was too afraid that I won't pass all of my tests. Now that the results are out, I found myself caught in this certain cacophony of confusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know what course to take up and what school to enroll at. I have two general choices, to go medical in UP Manila or UST or go computer-ish in AdMU or DLSU. Honestly, AdMU is my dream school. I was really decided to go to AdMU if I passed. Then as the other results came out, I got very confused. It became harder and harder everyday. I try talking to my parents and instead of really helping me out through this, they actually made my burden heavier. (HAHAHA!) They told me that it's up to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I find this situation very hard for me to deal with. &lt;strong&gt;It's about my future and my decision will definitely make or break me. &lt;/strong&gt;As of now, I'm still trying to decide where to study. I also want to concentrate on my remaining days as a high school student. I'll try to take things slow. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-1903734594994125570?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/1903734594994125570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=1903734594994125570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1903734594994125570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1903734594994125570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-4.html' title='BIG 4'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-8198812650777365863</id><published>2009-01-13T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:59:50.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Job after Dream School..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Look what I found! It's an article I saw at the Yahoo! Homepage. Come on, read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="yn-story-related-media" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; float: left; width: 213px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; clear: left; "&gt;&lt;div class="primary-media" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div id="yn-story-main-media" class="ult-section yn-style1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div class="" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/Hamilton-Island/photo//090113/photos_wl_pc_afp/8cf48784c6f09463bcb942e2650be81b//s:/afp/20090113/od_afp/lifestyleaustraliatourismoffbeat_20090113032028;_ylt=AgW9J8n_ZS0VL8VOvZGnA4ihOrgF" class="media " style="color: rgb(0, 88, 166); text-decoration: none; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; position: relative; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/afp/20090113/capt.photo_1231816541838-1-0.jpg?x=213&amp;amp;y=142&amp;amp;xc=1&amp;amp;yc=1&amp;amp;wc=410&amp;amp;hc=273&amp;amp;q=100&amp;amp;sig=I72krplqp.6v4Mhx8sqwEA--" width="213" height="142" alt="Australia offers 'best job in world' on paradise island" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;cite class="caption" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 77%; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); clear: both; display: block; padding-top: 3px; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt;AFP/File – An Australian state is offering internationally what it calls "the best job in the world" -- …&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yn-story-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SYDNEY (AFP) – An Australian state is offering internationally what it calls "the best job in the world" -- earning a top salary for lazing around a beautiful &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_0" style="cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;tropical island&lt;/span&gt; for six months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;The job pays 150,000 &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_1"&gt;Australian dollars&lt;/span&gt; (105,000 US dollars) and includes free airfares from the winner's home country to &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_2" style="border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Hamilton Island&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_3" style="border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Great Barrier Reef&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_4" style="border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; "&gt;Queensland&lt;/span&gt;'s state government announced on Tuesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;In return, the "island caretaker" will be expected to stroll the white sands, snorkel the reef, take care of "a few minor tasks" -- and report to a global audience via weekly blogs, photo diaries and video updates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;The successful applicant, who will stay rent-free in a three-bedroom beach home complete with &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_5" style="cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;plunge pool&lt;/span&gt;and golf buggy, must be a good swimmer, excellent communicator and be able to speak and write English.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;"They'll also have to talk to media from time to time about what they're doing so they can't be too shy and they'll have to love the sea, the sun, the outdoors," said acting state Premier &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_6" style="cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Paul Lucas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;"The fact that they will be paid to explore the islands of the Great Barrier Reef, swim, snorkel and generally live the Queensland lifestyle makes this undoubtedly the best job in the world."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;Lucas said the campaign was part of a drive to protect the state's 18 billion &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_7"&gt;Australian dollar&lt;/span&gt; a year tourism industry during the tough economic climate caused by the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_8"&gt;global financial meltdown&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;"Traditional tourism advertising just doesn't cut it sometimes and we are thinking outside the box by launching this campaign."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;Queensland Tourism Minister Desley Boyle said some people might question whether it was risky to let an unknown person become an unofficial tourism spokesperson for the state.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;"I think the biggest risk will be that the successful candidate won't want to go home at the end of the six months," she said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;"This is a legitimate job which is open to anyone and everyone."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;Applications are open until February 22. Eleven shortlisted candidates will be flown to &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_9" style="cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Hamilton Island&lt;/span&gt; in early May for the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_10" style="cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;final selection process&lt;/span&gt; and the six month contract will commence on July 1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;Job-seekers can apply on .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://l.yimg.com/a/i/us/nws/2008/news/us/assets/common/images/map1.v2.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: scroll; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: -6px -3144px; "&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_11" style="cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/afp/od_afp/storytext/lifestyleaustraliatourismoffbeat/30549293/SIG=112t1crpi;_ylt=As3rTN2k6hTVxdmEjadEUUKhOrgF/*http://www.islandreefjob.com/en/" name="" style="color: rgb(0, 88, 166); text-decoration: none; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Islandreefjob.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="yn-story-content" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20090113/od_afp/lifestyleaustraliatourismoffbeat_20090113032028"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20090113/od_afp/lifestyleaustraliatourismoffbeat_20090113032028&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8825523931836218447-8198812650777365863?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/8198812650777365863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=8198812650777365863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/8198812650777365863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/8198812650777365863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream-job-after-dream-school.html' title='Dream Job after Dream School..?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-3723140952110343977</id><published>2009-01-11T08:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:03:22.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every new year, the ultimately hot topic for everyone is about each other's new year's resolutions! There are things that we would like to change about ourselves and we put them as one of our resolutions to be able to really start acting on it as early as January 1. It's the first time that I'll be writing down my resolutions. I just always keep them in mind for the past years. But, I think that writing down your new year's resolutions is one way of helping yourself achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) Save more money.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Three more months and I'll be marching up the stage and receiving my high school diploma. For the past seven months at school I still have no savings. Yeah, I know. It's sick. I want to buy something decent for myself as a graduation gift and also to give something decent to my friends during graduation. I want all those 'gifts' to be really from me so I'll really, really save my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) Dress more ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know what word to fill in. I would like to change the way I dress. I would like to try wearing mini-skirts, high-waisted shorts, day dresses and tank tops to casual days. It's because I'm always wearing my 'default' outfit which is collared shirts, cropped pants and flats. I want people to be surprised on how much I've grown when it comes to fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) Limit my computer and cellphone use.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, as of now, it's obvious that I'm having a hard time compromising with this one but I really, really want to change this habit of mine. I believe that with lesser use of my PC and cellphone, I can concentrate more with my studies and be more in sync with my personal friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) BE CLOSER TO GOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The past year, I have been praying not so often. I really think I should make great efforts to really have this one done. I believe that we should not just pray when we need something or when we are afraid. We all should pray for the reason that we are all here, alive and kickin'. Also, when we overcome our fears, it is God's name which we must call first. Thank Him, he made you brave. I'm really trying my best to pray each day and even everytime I have the chance to. It's really effective. Faith is what will definitely keep you survive the upcoming trials all year round!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your new year's resolutions?&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/8825523931836218447-3723140952110343977?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/3723140952110343977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=3723140952110343977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/3723140952110343977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/3723140952110343977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-years-resolutions.html' title='My New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-7994477795505998557</id><published>2009-01-10T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:12:30.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SWicM23q6kI/AAAAAAAAACY/_zTv3hyj5rw/s1600-h/AdMU-Sara2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289649507048024642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SWicM23q6kI/AAAAAAAAACY/_zTv3hyj5rw/s320/AdMU-Sara2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SWh4Il24P5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/YXU6HHNuUcc/s1600-h/AdMU-Sara.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams do come true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I passed the ACET! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When you get to senior year, you are technically obliged to take entrance tests for different universities. During this stage, you will definitely have a so-called &lt;em&gt;dream school. &lt;/em&gt;It is the school you really, really want to pass so bad that you happen to actually get sick thinking about it. (Well, I did get sick the night before the test.) Waiting for the results kill you. There would be times that it would slip your mind and you go on with your life but there would also be times when you can't think of anything else but passing for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's hard, emotionally and even physically&lt;/em&gt;. Waiting, as I've said, is a killer but knowing that the results are just a click away, is much much worse. You would be tempted to see if you passed but clicking the "Search/OK/Next" or whatsoever button will be torture. &lt;em&gt;You want it but you don't want to want it&lt;/em&gt;. Weird, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then again, always remember to keep your faith. With a strong faith, nothing is impossible. I believe that God won't let me down and so I clicked it and my dream of getting in at the Ateneo came true with one click. I love God and I really know that He loves me more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The fear of failure will be removed when you believe in Him. &lt;strong&gt;He will not let you down. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Note: I'm excited to graduate because of this. Haha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-7994477795505998557?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/7994477795505998557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=7994477795505998557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7994477795505998557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7994477795505998557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-last.html' title='At last...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SWicM23q6kI/AAAAAAAAACY/_zTv3hyj5rw/s72-c/AdMU-Sara2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-7476476070782058917</id><published>2009-01-09T11:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:35:38.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Updates coming soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After our 3rd grading period final exams, I'll really be updating this blog of mine. Promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;new layout by me + my Christmas vacation stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-7476476070782058917?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/7476476070782058917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=7476476070782058917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7476476070782058917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7476476070782058917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='UPDATE!!!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-6532406768643204901</id><published>2008-12-24T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:48:34.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and she wishes you a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SVIvKbf9CoI/AAAAAAAAABY/iy5qh_ykX6o/s1600-h/th_girlyb_icons-christmas-024.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283337169085991554" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SVIvKbf9CoI/AAAAAAAAABY/iy5qh_ykX6o/s320/th_girlyb_icons-christmas-024.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SVIvKM2KiOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PTcz78UHZz8/s1600-h/th_139370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283337165152618722" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SVIvKM2KiOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PTcz78UHZz8/s320/th_139370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SVIvKLs55oI/AAAAAAAAABI/Sw-050_uheQ/s1600-h/th_40afe882ce6aa8be7f89af1aacd51dce.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283337164845344386" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SVIvKLs55oI/AAAAAAAAABI/Sw-050_uheQ/s320/th_40afe882ce6aa8be7f89af1aacd51dce.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SVIvJ4UbgpI/AAAAAAAAABA/HdDSKlZr_uk/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283337159642415762" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SVIvJ4UbgpI/AAAAAAAAABA/HdDSKlZr_uk/s320/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is December 24, Christmas Eve. In just a few more hours, we will all get up and eat our &lt;em&gt;Noche Buena&lt;/em&gt; with our own families. This year's Christmas is different for me, for this year, we will celebrate the holidays here in our humble abode somewhere amongst the busy streets of Metro Manila. Though not my first time, I still am not used to the notion that our residence is really here, not in Pangasinan. (Enough of the drama. It's Christmas!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With that major change in the way I'll be celebrating Christmas, I am excited. It's not just the festive midnight dinner or the gifts that I have received pre-Christmas, rather the feeling that I'll be celebrating Christmas in the Metro with a &lt;em&gt;complete&lt;/em&gt; family. The last time I spent Christmas here was like 3 or 5 years ago and it was only me, my mom, my dad and my brother. Now, I have my aunt, uncle and grandma with me. I'm sure we will enjoy Christmas. Though, I miss the parlor games we once did before, there are new things that I can enjoy as much as I did with those games. We have this DVD Marathon after our small feast and gift giving; we will all be sleeping in one room even though it's not so big just because it's Christmas; we will all be celebrating HAPPILY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm cutting this blog entry short because I think the spirit of Christmas should always be felt and not just read. So, having said that I would like to wish each and everyone reading my blog entry a MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Joyeux Noel! (I'm &lt;em&gt;French.) &lt;/em&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-6532406768643204901?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/6532406768643204901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=6532406768643204901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/6532406768643204901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/6532406768643204901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-she-wishes-you.html' title='and she wishes you a...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SVIvKbf9CoI/AAAAAAAAABY/iy5qh_ykX6o/s72-c/th_girlyb_icons-christmas-024.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-4995116586929270513</id><published>2008-12-18T19:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:00:07.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvF40BT1L-g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvF40BT1L-g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready, Get Set, Don't Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Billy Ray and Miley Cyrus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She's gotta do what she's gotta do&lt;br /&gt;And I've gotta like it or not&lt;br /&gt;She's got dreams too big for this town&lt;br /&gt;And she needs to give 'em a shot&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm all ready to leave&lt;br /&gt;And nothing left to pack&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no room for me in that car&lt;br /&gt;Even if she asked me to tag along&lt;br /&gt;God I gotta be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the startin' line of the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;As ready as I've ever been&lt;br /&gt;Got the hunger and the stars in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The prize is mine to win&lt;br /&gt;She's waitin' on my blessings 'fore she hits that open road but&lt;br /&gt;Baby get ready (Oooohh I'm ready!)&lt;br /&gt;Get set&lt;br /&gt;Don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like things have fallen in place&lt;br /&gt;Feels like they've fallen apart&lt;br /&gt;I painted this big ol' smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;To hide my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;If only she knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where you don't say what you want so bad to say&lt;br /&gt;This is where I want to but I won't get in the way&lt;br /&gt;Of her and her dreams&lt;br /&gt;And spreadin' her wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the startin' line of the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;As ready as I've ever been&lt;br /&gt;Got the hunger and the stars in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The prize is mine to win&lt;br /&gt;She's waitin' on my blessings 'fore she hits that open road but&lt;br /&gt;Baby get ready (Oooohh I'm ready!)&lt;br /&gt;Get set&lt;br /&gt;Please Don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let me go now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't go&lt;br /&gt;Let me go now&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Don't go&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;I'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Know that I'll be thinking of you each and everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lyrics by: &lt;a href="http://lyricsmode.com/"&gt;Lyricsmode&lt;/a&gt;&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/8825523931836218447-4995116586929270513?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-431157701965247209</id><published>2008-12-14T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:55:04.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfortable in your own skin</title><content type='html'>Finally, my very own skin for my blog. It's simple, black and white and it's MINE! :D I'm not bragging, I just want to share my simple accomplishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-431157701965247209?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/431157701965247209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=431157701965247209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/431157701965247209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/431157701965247209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2008/12/comfortable-in-your-own-skin.html' title='Comfortable in your own skin'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-7796500248817100322</id><published>2008-12-13T21:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:02:01.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boot Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SUO3GIQqW3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Td5LrFyFjQk/s1600-h/Boots+-+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279264504132819826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SUO3GIQqW3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Td5LrFyFjQk/s200/Boots+-+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SUO3F24PHrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J7EuV1Hc0s4/s1600-h/Boots+-+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279264499466968754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SUO3F24PHrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J7EuV1Hc0s4/s200/Boots+-+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you find these boots adorable? They're like Miley's. I want one for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;pictures from: &lt;a href="http://sassyspot.multiply.com"&gt; D&amp;amp;C Trends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-7796500248817100322?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/7796500248817100322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=7796500248817100322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7796500248817100322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/7796500248817100322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2008/12/boot-camp.html' title='Boot Camp'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SUO3GIQqW3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Td5LrFyFjQk/s72-c/Boots+-+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-6371227699142227366</id><published>2008-12-13T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:57:59.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon or was it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279253846050856098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SUOtZvz53KI/AAAAAAAAAAY/QLuyhNddQqM/s320/Twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I actually watched this movie &lt;strong&gt;three times&lt;/strong&gt; today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What was I thinking? I've been blabbing of not liking the movie that much and just today, I watched it again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We talked about watching the movie for today at the mall. As we arrived, we went straight to the movies and bought tickets and started watching. After the 'first viewing' we had lunch at Shakey's where we actually waited almost half an hour just to be seated. I was so hungry by the time a table was vacated for us. We were actually nine during our first viewing but during the second time, we became only five. Unfortunately, two of us had to leave early and only three of us (J, L and me) watched the movie for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really didn't enjoy the movie but I enjoyed watching. Weird, right? What I'm saying is that if I'll watch that movie alone or with some other people, it would leave me sleeping. The movie focused too much on the meeting of Bella and Edward. I mean, you've watched one-third of the movie and they're not yet together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I still enjoyed watching because my two craziest friends were with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks L!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks J!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whew! That was too much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-6371227699142227366?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/6371227699142227366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=6371227699142227366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/6371227699142227366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/6371227699142227366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-marathon-or-is-it.html' title='Movie Marathon or was it?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/SUOtZvz53KI/AAAAAAAAAAY/QLuyhNddQqM/s72-c/Twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-4052206963846966129</id><published>2008-12-09T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:58:10.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;This morning was my WebPage Development Contest for the Media Festival and I really think I didn't do so well. :c I'm really disappointed with myself because I spent hours last night just to review html codes and when the contest proper began, my mind went totally blackout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Oh well, I'll just post screenshots by next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-4052206963846966129?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/4052206963846966129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=4052206963846966129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/4052206963846966129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/4052206963846966129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-883835431935892173</id><published>2008-12-09T20:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:15:05.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deck the halls with bells of holly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYJw6xuS85s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;Here's a video of Miley Cyrus during her performance at Rockefeller Center last December 3, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really enjoyed her hair and outfit here. She's so rocking! :P I've been listening to only two songs for the past few days and they're both from Miley. First is the one in the video and the other is "All I Want for Christmas is You". Her songs make me excited for the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--16 days to go before Christmas&lt;/span&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/8825523931836218447-883835431935892173?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/883835431935892173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=883835431935892173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/883835431935892173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/883835431935892173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2008/12/deck-halls-with-bells-of-holly.html' title='Deck the halls with bells of holly'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-8834912063256618456</id><published>2008-12-08T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:58:57.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HTML</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've got a weird title, huh? You think? Well, I've been doing html before, but that was like two years ago and now that I'm being asked by my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; section to be their representative my knowledge on html is lost, I may say. I hate this feeling. You think you know it but you end up staring at a blank white screen. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Thank you very much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow's activities for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Webpage Design using Notepad only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Essay writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Buy clothes for booth on HF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They're not many but I think that my days are getting more tiring each day. It shows in my eyes. My friends tell me that they pity me for I look too tired every time they see me at school. Yeah, I feel tired most of the time but I keep on doing things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so many things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. What's weird about it is that I don't know where I get the fuel to go on with all the activities each day has for me. I really want to thank God for giving me enough energy to continue with this kind of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;school life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I find myself fantastic! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm really looking forward to the holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's the best time to relax and take a small step back just to see the view, the whole view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. :D&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/8825523931836218447-8834912063256618456?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/8834912063256618456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=8834912063256618456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/8834912063256618456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/8834912063256618456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2008/12/html.html' title='HTML'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-1714690729458744063</id><published>2008-12-07T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:59:09.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a few more days and it's going to be Christmas. Since Christmas is a season to give, here's my list of what I want for Christmas even though I'm not expecting anyone to buy me any of these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A new pair of flat BOOTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mileyworld.com/"&gt;MILEYWORLD&lt;/a&gt; membership&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trip to Singapore and Malaysia with my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A dress for Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Twilight Saga books - hardbound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Spread the love this season, guys! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-1714690729458744063?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/1714690729458744063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=1714690729458744063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1714690729458744063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/1714690729458744063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html' title='All I want for Christmas is...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825523931836218447.post-3001521166335599669</id><published>2008-12-07T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:59:21.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rated PG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our country had developed values that promote being conservative especially among teenagers even before the dawn of globalization. These values include being discreet when it comes to socializing with the opposite sex. But as our country moved towards globalization and interaction among the very different cultures around the world, these values had been gradually disappearing. Teenagers of today forget about the notion of being conservative and start to become much more liberated than what is expected from a Filipino lad and lass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the presence of readily available cable TV, people of a young age bracket, specifically the teenage bracket, consume media content that are meant for an older audience. Youth-oriented TV shows have evolved from being wholesome entertainment into a medium wherein explicit content are uninhibitedly shown such as issues on drugs, booze, gambling and premarital sex. Unfortunately, these media contents manage to sneak into our television screens by bearing the reason that they want to show the kids what not to do when they are caught up in the same scenario. This reason may be right. Yes, kids need to be educated but the problem is that the liberate acts teens do on these TV shows are very often unaccompanied with responsibility and proper response. These shows depict teens running away from responsibility by resorting to drugs, booze and some dirty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who is to blame? Is it the media per se, our busy parents, or the teens themselves? Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media is a means of communication or a link between what’s happening to the people and the people themselves. People are in need of information. Most of the information coming from the media is not differentiated into good or bad. Media never do such. They just tell you what’s happening around you and what’s happening to you, period. In order for this media to continue its existence, they need people to patronize them. They need to be watched, heard and to be sold. After all, &lt;strong&gt;media is business&lt;/strong&gt;. Media today is strongly governed by the saying, “&lt;em&gt;Sex sells&lt;/em&gt;.” Since media is, indeed business, it goes with whatever sells. So, being a business, are they to be blamed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about our busy parents? Many households nowadays have both the mother and the father work for a living. Children are often left alone watching television. This is often the start of having young people watch rated PG shows and sadly, sans the PG. Oftentimes; these parents just let their children do such because they think that learning about those issues by watching them is better than having &lt;em&gt;firsthand experiences&lt;/em&gt; on them. Teenagers however, never get perfect knowledge by just watching, reading or seeing. They tend to itch to experience what they see on TV. Many parents though think that their children are responsible enough and would never require parental guidance. If, assuming that is indeed the case, why do media have to flash the words “Parental Guidance” every minute on the streaming of their shows? Their children may be raised as responsible teenagers but outside their homes, there are many temptations; temptations to do what are against their values and to do immoral acts. As parents it is their responsibility to protect their children from such things, but as parents they are also obliged to provide for their children, to give them proper education, cozy homes, and in general, a comfortable life. They may not attend to one responsibility, but are they to be blamed if they dream to provide for their children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teenagers, they never cease to do shocking actions.&lt;/strong&gt; Some have proper family setups, some don’t. Those who have none, most of the time, seek the attention and affection of the people around them. To be able to find what they seek, teenagers resort to what they see on TV; to drugs, booze and sex. This is because the shows are never really controlled and regulated by the media; they are never controlled even by their parents. They are left alone to control themselves. Teenagers never really have perfect knowledge on those things. They never get that perfect knowledge from the media, and sometimes, sadly, even from their parents. They are left alone to handle big responsibilities that are very much new and may seem too sensitive for them. So, are they to be blamed, knowing that they are the least equipped to be able to handle those issues; that they are the most unwise yet to be able to decide and foresee the consequences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, &lt;em&gt;we can never really know who is to blame, we can only guess&lt;/em&gt;. But then again, with properly regulated media content, the guidance and protection we get from our parents and the responsibility and morality that we, teenagers have developed over time, then the matter on too much exposure of teenagers to societal issues that are yet too sensitive for them to handle is to be solved in no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825523931836218447-3001521166335599669?l=sararulloda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/feeds/3001521166335599669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825523931836218447&amp;postID=3001521166335599669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/3001521166335599669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825523931836218447/posts/default/3001521166335599669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sararulloda.blogspot.com/2008/12/rated-pg.html' title='Rated PG'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07208472280643832244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGqlNRy6Pm8/Sd2ycD0H_VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nrbYha3RTdE/S220/myicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
