<?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-3580490012519315768</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:49:15.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CARPE DIEM :)</title><subtitle type='html'>Seize the day! :&amp;gt;
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Everytime I think of you, I thank my God. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-1999127345357509491</id><published>2009-09-02T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:54:31.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP COMPARING YOURSELF TO THE WORLD! Love yourself. Love what you have. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Wednesday during our English class, our professor read a selection about the world and the people being dissatisfied with what they have. It is entitled "Stop Comparing Yourself to the World" and I admit, it struck me. It says:
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We are living in a "pathologically dissatisfied world." People, nowadays, would always compare what they don't have with others. We love to compare things. We compare our bodies to others. Americans would go for a tan and Filipinos would use different kind of chemicals for them to have whiter skin. Even those with moles, let those be removed. People would shed few fats while others would add a little fat that would, for them, make them look good. Not only we compare our bodies to others. We also compare our wealth, grades, gadgets, even the people we are with. When we feel that there are people who are much greater, prettier, richer, and the like than us, we feel deprived, depressed, consider ourselves as "little-higher-than-insects creatures", pariah, and a third class children of God. NO! We must not feel that way! Though we can't accept certain things, it is still a fact that there's someone who is much richer than who we are. Bill Gates, Tiger Woods, cast of the the sitcom Friends. They earn so so so much money. But what we don't know is that they have more problems than us.
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So why do we need to compare our bodies, our talents, our gadgets, our grades, etc. to other people? I do compare many things in many aspects in my life. Even the pettiest thing, I compare. But after listening to the text last Wednesday, I realized that comparing can lead us to no good thing. It can only make us INSECURE of others, we would be PRETENDING TO BE SOMEONE WE'RE NOT.
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And so, I'll try my best to love more who am I and what I have for I am so lucky I have these things right now, my good education, a home, my family, my friends, these gadgets and more. Unlike, other people who would do anything just for them to survive this very challenging life.
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Stop comparing and START LIVING! Stop pretending and trying to be someone else. We are all created by God differently. Each of us is created uniquely. The text says, "THE EASIEST THING IN THIS WORLD IS TO BE YOURSELF." We must love who we are and what we have. Be happy. Be contended. :)
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--CIAO :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-1999127345357509491?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/1999127345357509491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=1999127345357509491' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/1999127345357509491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/1999127345357509491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-wednesday-during-our-english-class.html' title='STOP COMPARING YOURSELF TO THE WORLD! Love yourself. Love what you have. :)'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-2145035279506753583</id><published>2009-08-04T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:01:43.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP President Cory Aquino :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SnhbCIT-UHI/AAAAAAAAAII/tJXUNlL16g4/s1600-h/peoplepower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SnhbCIT-UHI/AAAAAAAAAII/tJXUNlL16g4/s200/peoplepower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366139048161071218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Saturday morning when I heard the shocking news about the death of Cory Aquino. Aside from being the First Woman President of the Philippines, she was the one responsible for attaining the democracy we are now experiencing today. I never had a personal communication with President Cory ever since, but I knew that she was VERY brave and VERY prayerful. She submitted herself to the Lord peacefully, knowing that as she leaves this world, something better would come up for her family, the Filipinos and our country.
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You unite Filipinos during the 1986 EDSA Revolution and now you again unite Filipinos! :) You're the best, President Aquino!

I, personally, hope that we, Filipinos, can do change in ourselves, in our relationship to other people, and to our country, of course.

Let Mrs. Cory Aquino be an inspiration to each and every one of us TO THINK NOT ONLY OF OURSELVES BUT OF OTHERS AND OUR COUNTRY AS WELL.

If Ninoy Aquino is a hero, Cory Aquino is a heroine. :"&gt;

Thank you, Mrs. Corazon Aquino! I hope you are happy with our Creator up there! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-2145035279506753583?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/2145035279506753583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=2145035279506753583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/2145035279506753583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/2145035279506753583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2009/08/rip-president-cory-aquino.html' title='RIP President Cory Aquino :)'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SnhbCIT-UHI/AAAAAAAAAII/tJXUNlL16g4/s72-c/peoplepower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-8975560960285928389</id><published>2009-07-15T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T05:37:36.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW HAIR daw =))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.plurk.com/p/18w6tx"&gt;CLICK ON THIS PAGE. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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I want a new look. Hahaha. So, I tried playing with my hair, making it look shorter. And I took a picture of myself, having these:

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I posted one picture on PLURK and expected for comments from people with the caption: "Bagay ba? :)))" Majority of them were shocked and thought that I just had this "new hair." :))) Hahaha.

What's the point of blogging this? NONE, actually. Hahaha. Joke. Now, I'm asking you, too, if it looks good on me. =))

I don't want my long hair anymore e. :))

Need change? Hahahaha. Yeah, maybe.

--DAISY;)
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English was the first subject :) As usual, the professor is late :)) Okay lang. Sana palagi silang late. Haha. So, since na sa harap ako, ayan na, napagdiskitahan na ko. :|:)) Kasi we were asked how was our experience so far in ust or in the college. Meron pang mga nauna sa 'king tanungin tpos ayan. Ako na, tinuro na ko, ako unang makikita ng teacher sa harap e. :|:)) Then she asked me na, unang tanong. "Are you beautiful? Do you think you're beautiful?" Ako naman medyo shy pa. No answer :))))) And she said something I forgot, basta something na para dapat hindi ka mahiya, blahblahblah. Tpos sabi niya, you should say yes. :)) Ako naman, Yesssss. :|:))) Take note, nakaharap pa ko sa 48 kong classmates ng mga time na yan a. :|:)) Tapos un, tinanong na niya ko, how was your experience in ust blah blah. Ako naman, "It's very challenging, blahblahblah. :)))" Nakakahiya lang. O tapos kinakausap niya na ung classmates ko, ako nakatayo pa at hindi pa ko pinapaupo tpos mga napapansin kong naiilang na kong nakatayo habang siya kinakausap classmates ko, umupo ako. Tapos sabi niya, "Hey Daisy, hindi ka pa tapos a." *exhales deeply* :)))) Nakakahiya lang. Tumayo ulit ako. Blah blah, interview. :|:)) Yun. Tpos we had an activity, getting to know our seatmate. :)) Buti na lang hindi niya na ulit ako tinawag for the sharing. :))) Para siyang Mrs. Cruz. Pero BETTER! :)))

8:30-10:00 is Math 101. First guy teacher. :))) Super seryoso niya habang chinecheck ung reg forms namin first impression ko, terror siya tapos after niyang mag check, nagpakilala siya and all. Tapos orientation sa subject niya na may singit singit na mga hirit niyang joke. :)) Tawa naman kami. :))

10:00-10:15 BREAK. Karen and I ate at Cerealicious. :)) Yummy :P

10:15- 11:15 Filipino. Ang boring niya nung una. As in super boring. Kinuha niya ung reg forms tapos tinanong niya kami what do we expect sa class niya. Tapos un. Hanggang sa nagkkwento na siya at nagjojoke na rin siya. :)) Sabi niya, pwede lang daw kami mag-absent na valid sa 3 reasons. 1. Pag may sakit, we need to present a medical certificate. 2. Pag ikakasal na daw kami, we must present marriage certificate. Di naman daw pwedeng proxy sa kasal mo. :)) 3. Pag lalangoy ka na papasok ng campus. :))  Sabi niya rin, "Wala yang La Salle at Ateneo na yan. Pang sosyal un. Pero wala naman silang campus na lumulutang sa tubig. :))" Okay sige. :)))) And then, napagdiskitahan niya pa ung Math teacher namin. Sbe kasi ng Math teacher daw namin sa kanya, ang bilis daw namin napatawa, tapos sabi niya, ang corny naman nila, natawa sila sa jokes mo? Haha. Benta lang. :))  :P:P

Soooooo. Last subject was PHL1A. 11:45-1:15. First impression ko sa prof namin, nerd. :))) Pero hindi naman. :P Sadyang Philosophy with Logic lang tinuturo niya. Theology na rin. :)) Again, sa last subject, nagpakilala ulit kami isa isa. :) After, tinanong ako nung prof, kaano-ano mo si Dr. Love, si Jun Banaag. Tpos ako. Uhhhhh. Ewan. Sa isip ko, tito ko un. :)) Kapangalan nga lang :)))) Yun. Ang bagal lang nung time kasi after magpakilala and all, nakapagdiscuss pa siya. :|:)) I remembered Ms. Lopez sa diniscuss namin. :| :) Philosophy came from philein (love) and sophia (wisdom). Third year days. :( :)) Sinulit niya ung time. Dinismiss kami ng saktong 1:15. :)))

After class, with Karen again, KFC naman. :)) Then we bought BOOKS. Super kapal. :| Biology and Management subjects. Parang biology natin nung 2nd year mas makapal and mas malaki lang ng onti. And super liit ng fonts. :|

Gahhhh.

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--Daisyyy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-3570394448456150842?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/3570394448456150842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=3570394448456150842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/3570394448456150842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/3570394448456150842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2009/06/061709-second-day-experience.html' title='06.17.09: Second Day Experience :)'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-9202121989449016884</id><published>2009-06-17T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:50:52.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06.16.09: First Day Experience :))</title><content type='html'>Hello. Haha. I'm not in the mood to study pa e. Kaya, magkkwento muna ako. :P

Yesterday was my frist day in college. :) We left home at around 6:15. Commute with brother :)))) Since malalate na kaming dalawa, ako na lang mag-isa naglakad papuntang building ko, and I realized na ang layo pala. Haha. I never realize na malayo pala talaga. Haha.

So, I arrived my classroom (408) 7:05 :)) Late, pati ba naman sa college. Haha. Pero, wala pa ung professor. Ang tagal nga namin naghintay e. :| Mga 7:30 na ata dumating. While waiting, sa super likod ako napaupo e, :)) naging friendly ako for the first time and met Nicole. :)) She's from St. Paul Parañaque.

Theology was the first subject. Okay, unang una, nagdiscuss agad siya. Di man lang nag introduce. :))Pero she's okay. Hindi masyadong terror. :) We would be discussing the Bible, Old and New Testament, for the whole semester. :|:)) And she asked us to research about the 5 ways of Thomas Aquinas. :)) Ang galing nung 5 ways. Super true. :)) Thomasians! Research niyo rin! :P And our teacher (hindi daw siya professor e :D) was a former nun. :P:))

Biology was the second subject. :) 8:30-10:00 First impression ko sa professor, parang mrs. jose. Super kamukha niya at kaboses (mas malakas lang ng onti). Tapos sobrang seryoso pa ng mukha niya. :| Super kaba ako, swear. :)) Kahit na sa likod pa ko nito. :)) Buti na lang, after all, medyo nagpapatawa na siay. Tapos she asked us to arrange ourselves in alphabetical order. HELLO, B ako. :| So unahan tpos ako ung isa sa mga pinakamalapit sa teacher's table :| Yun, nagdiscuss din siya! :| Parang orientation lang sa subject, pero discuss pa din un! Eto, malupit, may quiz na siya. :))))) It's a pre-assessment test.

10-10:15 BREAK. :)) Met Karen, again. :)) I met her sa confirmation e. :)

10:15-11:45 is Philippine History. Super nakalimutan ko na agad ung mukha ng professor namin. Hahaha. :|:)) Pero, we had a little activity. :) And she's funny :) I like her. :)) Kahit nakalimutan ko mukha niya. :|:))

11:45-1:15 is BA1 or Management. :))) This one is my favorite. :)) Benta niya lang e. Our last subject for the day pero dito lang naisipan ng professor na magintroduce kaming lahat. :)) So, I introduce myself. Blahblahblah. :)))) And then, siya lang ung walang diniscuss! :)) And early dismissal pa. :) Haha.

During the day, I also met Lace, my seatmate. :D:))

After class, Karen &amp;amp; I had lunch sa Mcdo. :&gt; Wala pa kaming alam na kainan na mura e. =)))

Want to know my seat? Here.

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**Andito ako. :|:((
Sige lang. Madami pang nangyari kanina nung second day e. :| Pero masaya. :))))

I wish, MAMEMORIZE KO NA PANGALAN NG CLASSMATES KO! :))))))

Tpos eto. :| Dapat pe day ko ngayon. Di ako nakaattend. Kasi sabi there would be no pe class for the week, tpos di ko nakita nagupdate pala ung ASC na there's a pe class, orientation, and attendance will be check. Nabasa ko lang nung nasa bahay na ko. Kamusta naman un diba? :|:(( Sana lang talaga, mabait ung prof ko sa pe. :|



Yun lang.
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Thank You, Lord! :))
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---DAISY:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-9202121989449016884?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/9202121989449016884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=9202121989449016884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/9202121989449016884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/9202121989449016884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2009/06/061609-first-day-experience.html' title='06.16.09: First Day Experience :))'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-7422299381841878016</id><published>2009-04-29T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:47:54.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Maganda kong Sched! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; University of Sto. Tomas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;College of Accountancy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SfgDcck1-EI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jhmDU4FMKFk/s1600-h/schedule-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330013946234927170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SfgDcck1-EI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jhmDU4FMKFk/s320/schedule-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Yeahh. Accounting student. :)) My section would be 1A8. We're, I think, 47 in the class. Accountancy has 22 sections! :o And I'm lucky &lt;em&gt;na hindi ako pang gabi. :&gt; &lt;/em&gt;My class starts at 7am 'till 1:15 pm. I only have a 15 minute break! No lunch. : After class na ako kakain ng lunch. ::)) Anywayyy. I would only go to school for 4 days in a week, Monday to Thursday. ::)) Super free. :))

My pe would be every tuesday, 3-5 pm! And guess what. PE ko is softball. :)) And 3-5 pm?? Mainit ata kasi sa mga time na yan. Pero it's rainy season. :)) Siguro palaging walang pe. :)) Sana hindi. :&gt; Wrong pe nga e. : Sana I got every thursday na lang para end of the week, for me. :))

Whoever my block mates would be, comment lang kayo! :))
Excited to meet each one of them. And Excited to go to a different environment. Super different! :))


&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SfgDcdud0HI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ATJOFAseNwA/s1600-h/schedule3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330013946543722610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SfgDcdud0HI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ATJOFAseNwA/s320/schedule3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ohh, the OR. :))
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SfgDcWLgPZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hjZixnsSGwM/s1600-h/schedule2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330013944518032786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SfgDcWLgPZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hjZixnsSGwM/s320/schedule2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My schedule! :D


-daisyyy:)


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&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/3580490012519315768-7422299381841878016?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/7422299381841878016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=7422299381841878016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/7422299381841878016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/7422299381841878016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2009/04/ang-maganda-kong-sched.html' title='Ang Maganda kong Sched! :)'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SfgDcck1-EI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jhmDU4FMKFk/s72-c/schedule-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-5984210972728074124</id><published>2009-04-27T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:30:08.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello New World!</title><content type='html'>Hello new school!
Hello new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sched&lt;/span&gt;!
Hello new schoolmates!
Hello new classmates!
Hello NEW WORLD!
&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lahat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; :))



I admit. I &lt;em&gt;forgot/am lazy&lt;/em&gt; to update my blogger in the past weeks. :))

Last April 22, 2009 was the schedule of my enrollment for college! I was a wait-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lister&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UST&lt;/span&gt; for the course Accountancy. Yeah, wait-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lister&lt;/span&gt;. :)) Fortunately, there were many slots pa, i think. Anyway. WEDNESDAY. Enrollment day. I got inside the seminary gym of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UST&lt;/span&gt;. I asked the wrong lady about some information needed. And I was slightly embarrassed. :)) Haha. Instead of the College of Accountancy desk, I went to the College of Science desk. Anyway. The enrollment process was organized. Again, only parents on the front door, blocking the door for the STUDENTS was the only negative thing! The Seminary gym was for students only! No parents! :)) Good thing my mommy is only there outside near the tv where parents can see what's happening inside. :))



So, I was enrolled and all. We went to the main building for the id picture taking and the for the uniform. After taking the ID picture, we went to the room for the uniforms. E there were many people pa. E, I was so hungry already so I asked my mom that we should eat first. We went to the mini stop outside ust. While eating, it started raining! So, we went back to the main building for the uniforms. The rain was so hard, kaya our pants got wet! : We went back in the main building not so wet, but wet. :)) Gets? Haha. The fitting of uniforms were so easy! It took us for 15 minutes only! :

Supposedly, we would go to sm san lazaro to buy my contact lens. Since, we're wet na and tired, we went home na lang. :))

We took the almost-1-hour bus ride. Ang bagal, grabe! And ang daming stops. :


Boo-yah! It was the&lt;em&gt; best&lt;/em&gt; enrollment I've gone through! NOOOOT!! ::))


-daisyyy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-5984210972728074124?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/5984210972728074124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=5984210972728074124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/5984210972728074124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/5984210972728074124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-new-world.html' title='Hello New World!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-4751909752903999661</id><published>2009-04-27T04:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T04:44:09.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Blog Entry: March 23, 2009. :&gt;</title><content type='html'>Last Blog Entry: March 23, 2009. :&gt; 
It has been a month since I logged in here. It was even before my graduation. So today would be the first time I would post a blog here after graduation. Haha!

It's summer. And it's boring &amp;amp; it's raining &amp;amp; I want to do something, like a summer job? Maybe. :)) Do you know any? :):)



-daisyyy &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-4751909752903999661?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/4751909752903999661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=4751909752903999661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/4751909752903999661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/4751909752903999661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-blog-entry-march-23-2009.html' title='Last Blog Entry: March 23, 2009. :&gt;'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-6064284201220974797</id><published>2009-03-23T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:26:40.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long, Farewell. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though "high school is not meant to last forever", the memories I shared with my batch mates and friends and the learnings my teachers and class mates imparted to me would last forever in my heart. :) As I reach my final chapter in my high school life, for sure I would never ever forget the memories and the bond I've shared to different people that made a mark in my life.

March 26, 2009 would be the day. This day could be consider as one of my happiest and saddest moments in my life. This day would mark the end of my journey in high school and is the start of a new adventure and a complicated life, maybe, in college. GRADUATION DAY.

Goodbye to my 11 textbooks and 11 notebooks.
Hello to my lesser books &amp;amp; notebooks. Haha.
Goodbye to the teachers I hate and I learned a lot from you and you've inspired me.
Hello to the professors or for some, "worst persons in their lives" and I would expect something new and great from you. :)
Goodbye school mates. In a way, you made me laugh.
Hello different persons. I hope you would like me. :))
Goodbye CSR! Thank you for all! I will miss csr! :
Hello, uhhh, ust? ac?
Goodbye batch mates, sui generis. : I mean, see you later. It's a temporary bye! :)
Hello new sets of batch mates. :S

Ahhhhhh! Grabe. I couldn't imagine myself in a new school. :S

I would share to you what my classmate, Vera Rosales, did-for our Graduation Song.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Graduation song

I
We’ve reached the final chapter,
We’re turning the last page,
The book is about to close,
We’ll be going our separate ways…

Refrain I:
But this is not the end,
We’ll stand by each other and make time bend…

CHORUS:
Graduation ain’t goodbye,
Just a see you later,
A temporary bye,
We’ll see each other,
Someday,
Some way,
97 minds, 1 heart,
We are here to stay…

[Repeat twice after bridge]

II
Togas, gowns, and heels,
Walking up the stage,
Shaking hands,
Getting our diploma,
This was always our dream…

Refrain 2:
But this is not the end,
We love each other too much to forget…

(CHORUS)

Bridge:
Here we stand,
For one last hand-in-hand,
Singing our graduation song,
We will not let this end…
SO LONG,
FAREWELL,
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN…&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="left"&gt;"97 minds, 1 heart, we are here to stay..." :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until we meet again, sui generis. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FAREWELL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Banaag, Daisy  IV-St.Rita. :))♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-6064284201220974797?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/6064284201220974797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=6064284201220974797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/6064284201220974797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/6064284201220974797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2009/03/high-school-would-never-be-same.html' title='So Long, Farewell. :)'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-5134141761830385245</id><published>2009-02-20T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T03:28:56.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANG PAGTATAPOS  ;(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naisipan ko lang 'to ipost. :) My essay/speech in Filipino. :) I know, walang sense to. Hindi ko nga alam kung essay ba 'to or speech e. Basta tignan/read niyo na lang, if you like. :)) Super haba. :)) Ang Pagtatapos. Bow. :) With special participation of the class of Bridget, TOA, TCJ, &amp;amp; Rita. :) Gets?? :)) Basta. :P Comments. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ANG PAGTATAPOS
Banaag, Daisy
IV-St. Rita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parang kahapon lang nang una akong pumasok sa aking silid noong unang taon ko sa hayskul. Parang kahapon lang nang tinawag kaming mga “baby ng hayskul”. Tila napakabilis ng oras na ngayo’y kami na ang mga ate. At ngayon nagbibilang na lamang kami ng mga araw bago dumating ang araw na kung saan kaming lahat ay maghihiwahiwalay na, ang araw ng pagtatapos. Malapit na. Mahigit apat na linggo na lang ang itatagal ko sa tinaguriang pangalawang tahanan ko, ang CSR. Bakit nga ba kailangan magtapos ang mga bagay-bagay?

Ang pagtatapos ay hindi lamang isang okasyon na nagaganap tuwing buwan ng Marso na kung saan ang mga magkaklase at magkakaibigan ay maghihiwahiwalay. Bukod sa isang napakaespesyal na pangyayari at isa sa mga hindi ko malilimutan sa aking buhay ang araw ng pagtatapos, ito ay isang pagkakataon upang parangalan ang mga estudyanteng katulad ko na nalampasan ang ano mang pagsubok sa buong apat na taon sa hayskul. Lahat tayo ay dadaan at dadaan sa araw na ito. Ang pagtatapos ay isang pangyayari na kung saan ay iiwanan na natin ang ating nakasanayang buhay at lilipat na sa susunod na kabanata ng ating buhay. At para sa amin, ang susunod na kabanata ay ang pagpasok sa kolehiyo.

Sa apat na taon ko sa hayskul, ito na marahil ang pinakamasaya at hinding hindi ko malilimutan na pangyayari sa aking buhay. Marami akong napagdaanan sa aking paglalakbay sa hayskul. Minsan na akong nabigo at nagtagumpay sa paglalakbay ko. Marami na akong mga karanasan na naging masaya at naging malungkot ako. Habang inaalala ang mga panahon na kung saa’y nakatikim ako ng saya at pati na rin ng lungkot sa buhay ko sa hayskul, hinding hindi ko malilimutan ang mga taong naging parte ng buhay ko. Biniyayaan ako ng Diyos ng mga taong katulad nila: ang aking mga naging kaklase, aking mga ka-batch, aking mga kaibigan, aking mga naging guro, at aking mga magulang na tumulong at nagbigay inspirasyon sa akin upang magpatuloy sa buhay at makatapos sa aking karera. Sa naging buhay ko sa hayskul, marami na akong nasabing “aking una” at “aking huli”.

Noong unang taon ko sa hayskul, maraming mga nangyari na nagturo sa akin kung paano ibaba ang sarili at humingi ng tawad. Ang Bridget na kahit napatayan na ng aircon dahil sa sobrang ingay at pasaway, tuloy pa rin sa daldalan, ang bridget na ang paboritong gawin tuwing lunch ay ang maghabulan sa loob ng klasrum, ang pagpasok naming sa mga kuweba sa aming outbound sa Biak na Bato, ang nabuong samahan ng Soft G na kinabibilangan nila Marion, Alec, Jacqui, Wana, Janelle, Meg, at ako, ang mga nabuong “away bata” ng Soft G, ang pagbabati ng Soft G, at ang pag-alis ni Jacqui sa CSR. Lahat ng mga natutunan ko sa unang taon ko sa hayskul ay tiyak na nabaon ko hanggang ako’y lumisan na sa paaralang ito.

Naaalala ko pa noong unang araw ng klase sa ikalawang taon ko sa hayskul. Nahihiya pa ako sapagkat mayroong bago sa akin—may braces na ako. Katulad ng dati, nahiwalay ako sa aking mga kaibigan at nakasama ko sila Marion at Katoi. Ang aming outbound sa mga iba’t ibang simbahan. Ang Christams party ng TOA na kakaiba dahil suot-suot naming mga damit ay ang aming mga pantulog. Ang mga araw na naging excited kami sa play na gagawin namin, ang Grease. Ang naghihingalong palaka ng grupo namin nila Patsy, Yana, at Nicole sa dissection sa Biology. At ang una naming pagdiskubre na tumitibok pa ang puso ng palaka kahit hindi na ito nakakabit sa kanya! Ilan lang ang mga ito sa mga kakaibang nangyari sa ikalawang taon ko sa hayskul. Lahat ng ito at iba pang mga nangyari noong ikalawang taon ko sa hayskul ay tiyak na hindi ko malilimutan kailanman.

Hindi na ako Freshmen o kaya’y Sophomore. “Juniors ako!” Ang linyang pinasikat ng aming batch dahil sa paulit-ulit nitong pagsabi na nagsimula noong Intrams. Ikatlong taon sa hayskul. Ito na marahil ang pinakamasaya at hinding hindi ko malilimutang taon sa hayskul. Sa ikatlong taon ko sa hayskul, swerte akong napunta sa seksyon na kung saan lahat kami ay nagkakaisa at walang ni isa man ang naging left out. Mas malala pa ata ito sa naging karanasan ko noong unang taon ko sa hayskul. Ang “Da Ehhh”, ang “maliit na woah at malaking woah”, ang paglilinya sa corridor at hahawakan ang palda ng nasa unahan, ang “tcj’s chuchu train”, ang mga sikretong “chuva”, ang walang tigil naming pagtawa nila Frankie at Alec, ang mga officers na nagsisimula ng mga ingay, ang langit lupa, ice-ice-water, at habulan gamit ang tuhod sa loob ng klasrum, ang SK ni Wesley, ang pagkahuli ni Ms. Lopez na kumakain ng boy bawang halos lahat habang siya’y nagtuturo, ang iisang sagot sa mga homework sa Trigo, ang pagbibinyag kay Wooh ni Baba, ang aming pagbansag sa aming mommy na si Ms. Hirang na ang aming iisang bumblebee, ang pagtulog sa Chemistry, ang aming outbound sa mga simbahan at Daranak Falls, ang madamdaming retreat, Christmas party, at mga huling araw ng CLE naming parang araw araw ay retreat na rin kasama si Mrs. Pidlaoan, ang magkasunod na buwan na pagkawala ng tatlong buwang gulang kong camera at eyeglasses at iba pang mga kalokohan at karanasan. Mga alam naming bawal ngunit hindi mapigilan ang sarili tuwing lunch at free time sa paggawa ng mga kalokohan. Ito rin ang mga tumatak sa akin noong ako’y nasa mga pader pa ng silid ng TCJ. Kaya nga binansagan ang aming section na nabubuhay raw kami sa “buhay TCJ”. Kung alam ninyo kung anong klaseng buhay iyon, isa ka sa amin. Hindi lamang kami sa kalokohan umaangat. Lahat kami binibigyang pansin at halaga ang aming pag-aaral. Tunay na ang third year ay ang taon na puro sagad—sagad sa tawanan at iyakan. Nasabi ko na sa sarili ko, “Ito ang the best year talaga.”

Unang araw ng pagiging isang Senior. Marami akong narinig, “Huling first day na natin sa CSR!” Sabay naging malungkot. Unang linggo pa lang ng pagiging fourth year, naging abala na kami sa pag-aasikaso ng aming application forms para sa mga kolehiyong aming papasukan. Nasabi ko sa sarili ko, “Ito na ang pinakastressful na taon.” Inihanda ko na ang aking sarili sa mga Physics, Algebra IV, Calculus, at CA. Mga bago para sa amin at sinasabing mahihirap ang mga ito.Sa Rita ako napabilang. Bagamat maraming TCJ dito, naiwan lang sa aking mga kaibigan ay sina Mae Mae at Wana. Masaya na rin. Hindi man nila alam, naturuan nila akong magpokus lalo sa aking pag-aaral at maging competitive. Sa huling taon ko sa hayskul at sa eskwelahang ito, marami na akong nasabing “Ito na ang aking huli.” Huling retreat, huling intams, huling school fair, huling cheering, huling prom, huling paggawa ng sulatin at marami pang ibang huli. Naalala ko rin ang pag-iyak ko dahil sa hindi ako nakasama sa huli ko sanang outbound sa buong hayskul. Sa huli kong taon, sinulit ko na ang mga pagkakataon at lahat ng pwedeng habluting extracurricular activities, kinuha ko na. Ngayong taon lang ako naging aktibo sa mga activities ng eskwelahan. At dahil doon, nasabi ko sa aking sarili na ako’y umasenso, naging responsible at napakita ko sa ibang tao na kaya ko rin. At dahil sa malapit na akong magtapos, lahat ng mga natutunan ko buong buhay ko bilang isang Senior ay mananatili sa aking puso at isipan.

Apat na taon din iyon. Apat na taong pakikipagsapalaran sa eskwelahan kasama ang aking mga guro, mga kaklase, mga kaibigan, mga magulang at ang nasa Itaas. Apat na taong pagsusunog ng kilay, marami-raming gabing hindi nakakatulog, at mga deadlines na kailangan mahabol. Apat na taon lang iyan. Mayroon pang apat na taon, at lima sa akin kung papalarin, para sa pagsusunog muli ng kilay, mas mararaming gabing walang tulog at mas madaming deadlines na kailangan habulin.

Sa aking pagtatapos sa hayskul, wala pa akong tiyak na imahinasyon sa kung saan ako pupulutin pagkalipas ng 2 buwan mula ngayon. Alam kong kaya ko ng tumayo sa aking sariling mga paa. Alam kong marami pa akong kayang gawin at magagawa pagtungtong ko sa tunay na buhay, ang buhay sa kolehiyo. Lahat ng mga natutunan ko sa aking mga guro sa Colegio de Sta. Rosa, Makati ay ang magiging gabay ko sa pagsalubong sa buhay na malapit ko nang matikman.

At dahil kulang kulang tatlong linggo na lamang ang pananatili ko sa eskwelahang ito, nararapat lang na pasalamantan ko lahat ng mga taong humubog sa aking pagkatao habang ako’y na sa pangalawang tahanan ko simula ng una akong pumasok sa eswelahang ito noong ako’y na sa ikatlong baiting. Salamat sa mga naging guro ko noong ako’y na sa elementarya pa lalong lalo na kay Ms. Virrey na noo’y tawag ko pa’y Teacher Virrey na naging kauna-unahang adviser ko sa CSR na nag-asikaso sa akin noong una kong taon dito. At sa mga naging advisers ko sa pagtungtong ko sa hayskul na sina Ms. Lopez, Ms. Asis, Ms. Hirang, at Mrs. Adri, maraming salamat. Sa mga guro ko ngayong ikaapat na taon ko sa hayskul, maraming salamat sa pag-iintindi sa amin. Kayo ang naghubog at naging gabay naming lahat habang kami’y na sa eskwelahan at hanggang sa pagtapos naming ng hayskul, nandiyan pa rin kayo. Maraming Salamat!

Sa wakas. Nasabi ko nang naging Freshman ako. Nasabi ko nang naging Sophomore ako. Nasabi ko nang naging Junior ako. Nasabi ko nang naging Senior ako. At sa huli, sasabihin kong naging ROSEÑA ako. PAALAM, CSR! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥daisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-5134141761830385245?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/5134141761830385245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=5134141761830385245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/5134141761830385245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/5134141761830385245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2009/02/ang-pagtatapos.html' title='ANG PAGTATAPOS  ;('/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-335146952130402901</id><published>2009-02-06T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:10:08.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Speech of a Fourth Year Student Who Cares for Her Environment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was my speech on our English class during the second quarter. It tackles environmental degradation. I'm posting this to share to you wha's really happening in our world today. Enjoy &amp;amp; criticize by putting comments. :) Thanks.&lt;/em&gt;



This is all for my fellow youth. For my fellow youth who have much care for our environment. Who have much love for our planet. And who have much love for every person living.

A month ago, our country went through a distressing catastrophe and thousands of families were affected. Typhoon Frank didn’t just sink M V Princess of the Stars but also part of Luzon such as the provinces of Iloilo, Albay and other parts of Metro Manila. This latest disaster left more than a thousand people dead including those in the vessel.

Are you aware of the hail happened last year in Quezon City and the tornadoes in Bulacan? These calamities are unusual in our country. Isn’t it? These are some signs of climate change. And for what reason? Environmental Degradation. We are abusing the gifts of our nature. We are not taking care of our environment. This is very alarming since it concerns the place we live in. As said by Conrado de Quiros, a columnist in a famous newspaper, “I do not know which is more frightening, the death toll from those disasters or our factoring of it to a point where we now find a hundred people dead ‘normal’.”

What am I trying to point here? See, what our country experiences is only one of the effects of environmental degradation. Our world is surrounded by lots of problems—food crisis, oil crisis, climate change, and deterioration of our nature. The degradation of our environment can be seen anywhere in our world. Hurricanes in United States, earthquakes in China and Burma, super typhoons in our country, landslides in Infanta, Quezon. Examples that our nature is being abused by us, people. Have you ever think of the bigger hole that this problem could bring to our world? Have you ever think of ways on how to mend the holes our world already contains? Or are you one of those people who contribute terrible things that obliterate our environment?

In our country, we’ve experienced lots of effects because of the deterioration of our environment. First, flood. When raining. Just raining. You need to go through a flood already covering your car’s wheel in order to pass through that street. I, personally, experienced going through this kind of flood and I say that it is really inconvenient and hassle. We cannot only see floods in Makati but also in Manila particularly in Navotas. Classes were being suspended there just because of the flood reaching their bodies just because of a 30-minute rain. I know you already distinguish the cause of this inconvenience. Garbage. Let me ask you. Do you think your trashes at home being disposed properly? Where do you think your trash goes when eating in McDonalds or Jollibee? Yes, in the dump truck then landfills. Isn’t it? Once those landfills have already been occupied by garbage, there would be problems in locating our wastes. Second effect, climate change in our country. Like I said earlier, our country already experienced hails and tornadoes which are very unusual in our country. These are some effects of climate change that resulted to stronger typhoons each year. Too much pollution can alter our climate. Every day when going to school, I go through EDSA and I felt awful because I can barely see the cars a kilometer away from us because of air pollution. I know all of us are bothered with this. Right? Third effect, landslides. Our country is rich in mountains. Beneath these mountains are homes of thousands of families. These families are in danger every time our country experiences typhoons. Landslides could occur because of the undisciplined individual who never cares for our nature and still cuts trees without the approval of those in authority and they, too, never replace those.

We, the youth of this generation, could do something. We could contribute something. I suggest 5 simple solutions that we, especially the youth, can all act to in renewing our planet. First, the using of straw. Is using straw really necessary? I am proud that my friends and I do not use straws because we think of the possibility on where that straw might be after we use those. It could be thrown in the rivers or could be the reason of clogging of the canals. By simply not using straws could be of great help in lessening our garbage. Second, the zero-percent people who smoke. I’ve noticed young people smoking. They smoke for the reason of getting “in” in a certain group. Isn’t that shallow?!? I, personally, really, really hate people who smoke. When people smoke, I disgust them. Do they think of the effects of smoking in their health and in the society they live in? This could only give them lots of diseases and could decrease their life span. Besides, it is just a single stick of disgusting nicotine that doesn’t contain any benefit to a person. If only our country would be free from people who smoke, our air pollution would definitely decrease. Third, disposing our trash in proper place. It is better if we only throw trash which is non-biodegradable. We must dispose our trash into proper location especially when in public places. We should not only avoid doing this but we must do it. It is just simple. Throw your trash in the garbage can and if there’s none, keep it first to yourself and then throw it if you find one already. Fourth, recycling. Recycling is as easy as playing computer games and checking our multiply and friendster accounts. If we enjoy those things, we will enjoy more recycling. In recycling, you pick anything that could be recycled and then make something that can be another product of it. You could even sell your finish products. You already have money and you do something fruitful for our environment. Lastly, planting trees. As I’ve said, lacks of trees are source of landslides and floods. As young member of this world, we are all called to plant one tree anywhere in this world. The more trees planted the better. Isn’t it? Also, those that are biodegradable could be buried in soils as fertilizers for trees. Instead of throwing them, they could be use in a better way. Trees are very important especially when we have floods. These are just 5 simple ways in renewing our world. With the participation of each individual, we could alter our world into a cleaner one.

We are all involved in this terrifying issue. We are responsible for our world. Our weather is messed up and our life is fragile in all parts of the world. We do not know when the next disaster will strike. If we do not do something, more catastrophes will occur in our country. The typhoon Frank is just a warning for each of us that there would be a stronger typhoon that would hit our country. More lives would be in danger and we could be one of those. Our country, perhaps our world, is dying because of carbon emissions and our mineral resources are near to depletion. Things would be getting worse if we do not do anything. Let us all change our lifestyle. Let us not only rely on our government. Some of those in positions may be busy doing something. We need a responsible leader. We need a truthful leader. We need an honest leader. Even though, we only have several of them, we, as the youth, can do something. We could do something. We must do something. Let us all do a share in saving our planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-335146952130402901?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/335146952130402901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=335146952130402901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/335146952130402901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/335146952130402901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2009/02/speech-of-fourth-year-student-who-cares.html' title='A Speech of a Fourth Year Student Who Cares for Her Environment'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-2298910660799744281</id><published>2009-01-24T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:18:59.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more EIGHT years. :)</title><content type='html'>TWELVE days of preparation. FIFTEEN minutes of performance. And only SECONDS to find out who the champion is. :)

&lt;em&gt;"For SEVEN years, there has NEVER been a championship trophy awarded to the GRADUATING CLASS. With this, i dare you not to be amused with the FINAL PERFORMANCE of the CLASS of 2009 who will be making HISTORY on this very day. After all, that's what this batch was DESTINED to become, to do what was perceived to be IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;For the seniors, to gain the RESPECT and ADMIRATION of their COMPETITORS, that's their TROPHY. To DANCE, YELL and CHEER for GOD's greater GLORY, that in itself is their VICTORY.&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Whether this year will be theirs or not, the SENIORS are grabbing this ONCE IN A LIFETIME CHANCE to BRING BACK the PRIDE this 2009. Watch them ONE LAST TIME in the place they have considered their STAGE before they finally TAKE FLIGHT. &lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;It's SHOWTIME!! :DLadies and gentlemen, for their FAREWELL performance, the MIGHTY SENIORS!"&lt;/em&gt;
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This introduction is indeed true.
After dancing, yelling, and cheering for God's glory, we now broke the curse. No more eight years. :) Congrats MIGHTY SENIORS! :) Our Last Dance is done. :( BUT, we made a history. :) We made it as one batch. :&gt; I&lt;3you seniorssss. :)



*Prom na lang. :( 2 months nlng. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-2298910660799744281?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/2298910660799744281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=2298910660799744281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/2298910660799744281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/2298910660799744281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more-eight-years.html' title='No more EIGHT years. :)'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-2127432510735693121</id><published>2008-12-14T01:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:55:47.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old.</title><content type='html'>Oh my. I just post my essay homework here and I realized it's almost a month since I last &lt;em&gt;blogged &lt;/em&gt;here. Haha. Funny. And irritating. :)) Want to know my reason of not blogging in?? Sa christmas break, I would update this OLD blog. :))

Pero I'll start na. Haha. Anyway. It is because another event in my life was added in my "Greatest Things That Happen In My Life" list. Hahaha. Okay it's nonsense. Pero yah, we went to Baguio with some CSR delegates for the 5th RAY Summit held in Casiciaco Recoletos Seminary. Basta it was a great experience. I would blog about this topic on christmas break okaaaay? :)Hahaha.



♥daisy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-2127432510735693121?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/2127432510735693121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=2127432510735693121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/2127432510735693121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/2127432510735693121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/12/old.html' title='Old.'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-2374839859990062360</id><published>2008-12-14T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:49:41.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Happiness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is actually my homework, an essay on the given topic, "What is Happiness?" And I would like to share it to you. :) Enjoy criticizing it. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happiness is an emotion each of us experiences. It is something that each of us is always trying to reach and trying to achieve in life. Each person has something that gives them happiness, whether big or small. There are so many things that make us happy. But what are those things that make us feel this kind of emotion? What really is happiness? What is true happiness?

Happiness is considered as the most important and an intense feeling a person can have or feel. Whenever we feel depress, we always try to find this feeling so as to be relieved. But usually, happiness is just a glimpse for some. We attain happiness because of different reasons. One common reason why we feel happy is because we get what we want and we become contented of it. But there is still a deeper meaning of this emotion. For some, money and other material things are the ones that make them happy but this cannot be considered as true happiness. True happiness can only be attained in God’s presence and in ourselves. In the bible, Jesus made us realize the meaning of true happiness. The eight beatitudes are statements which is a way of God showing to us the path of true happiness through Jesus. This is true happiness.

I, personally, feel true happiness when I am able to share what I have to others or at least share my time with them at least once a year. There are so many material things in this world that makes us happy. But those are just temporary. They can’t be brought anywhere. My happy memories will surely be with me always for it is in my mind and heart. Happiness is not what really matters. It is the happy experience we had that is most important. To be happy, we must first be satisfied on the things we have and we are willing to share it to others. That is true happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-2374839859990062360?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/2374839859990062360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=2374839859990062360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/2374839859990062360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/2374839859990062360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-happiness.html' title='What is Happiness?'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-7643294253751455126</id><published>2008-11-17T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T03:59:07.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaaaaaah. :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Do you ever feel being the person you are not? At times, I just can't stop myself from hating things even myself. Gaaah. This is bothering me. I want to be the ME. Why can't I? I know I can. I know. People with judge me? Should I care? I don't think so. It's their judgements not mine, why would I be bothered? Err.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
♥daisy:|&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-7643294253751455126?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/7643294253751455126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=7643294253751455126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/7643294253751455126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/7643294253751455126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/11/gaaaaaah.html' title='Gaaaaaah. :|'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-4076231361279310200</id><published>2008-11-17T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T03:49:36.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want things to stop... OR AT LEAST JUST SLOW DOWN :"&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grabe. For the past few weeks (or months) I've been busy on school works and some activities. My weekends aren't enough for a rest 'cause there would be another load of things to do. Thank God, I don't have much to do today except to study for the stupid eco test. Err.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mind has been wandering for the past weeks on how time flies very fast. I can't believe that I only have 4 months (70 days for more accuracy Ü) in my high school life. And still, counting. Time flies very very very fast. Every time I'm going out for malls with my friends, I can't erase in my mind that this might be one of the last things we would do together. I keep on thinking of things not in the present time, but on my future. I even told myself that I can't picture myself studying in a bigger school (e.g. UST, La Salle) meeting different people with different attitudes. I can't picture myself going through the streets of Manila without the people I am with today, my high school friends.

**WARNING. This is corny: Like what Gabriella said in HSM3, "I want things to stop... OR AT LEAST JUST SLOW DOWN." Uhu, it's corny but it's true. That's what I want to happen. I want a full stop on the things happening to me at this moment. I want to cherish all the things that soon would be just memories with my friends. OR AT LEAST JUST SLOW DOWN. I want things to just slow down. I keep on telling my friends that I want to repeat high school, first year high school to be exact. :( I would really really miss the times I am with my friends. I would really really miss the laughing sessions. I would just miss my high school life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Ohh, bummmm. High school is in near ending. College is in near beginning. This chapter in my life would be ending soon. And a new chapter would open SOONer. Letting go of what I have today is really a hard thing to do. Craaap, I just want to let go this thing I have. : Blaaaah. I want things to stop. Slowing down is good but stoping things is best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Memories would just be memories. Just cherish and treasure them. Things happen once in a lifetime. People, including my friends, came to me once in a lifetime but our friendship would last a lifetime. :) Corny much? :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Though I only have almost 70 days with my school mates, batch mates, classmates, and best friends in CSR, I would definitely seize every moment I have in my school. I would grab all good opportunities and share these counting days with THEM. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


♥daisy :'&gt;

&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-4076231361279310200?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/4076231361279310200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=4076231361279310200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/4076231361279310200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/4076231361279310200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/11/grabe.html' title='I want things to stop... OR AT LEAST JUST SLOW DOWN :&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-4193497768169945802</id><published>2008-11-01T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T03:50:29.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trrrrash. :&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;
This blog is a TRASH. :]
Can you see spiders and their webs??
Hahaha. To be updated soon. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-4193497768169945802?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/4193497768169945802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=4193497768169945802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/4193497768169945802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/4193497768169945802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/11/trrrrash.html' title='Trrrrash. :&gt;'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-209380253976887721</id><published>2008-10-15T05:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T05:32:04.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT THE HELL?!?!&lt;/div&gt;
I had this problem since August, I think. I do not want to miss class to attend my cousin's wedding. But then, I changed my mind. Haha. SO, I decided to let go that Perfect Attendance Award on our Graduation day.

No problem for weeks.
&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Then, this October circular came saying that our OUTBOUND would be on the same day on the wedding of my cousin. Errrrr. This would be my last year to go to an outbound. And to think that it would be MT. BANAHAW! While having the orientation yesterday, I felt really really bad. : I can't choose. Of course, family would be my priority. But this would be my last outbound and eventually supposedly the most exciting because THEY would have hiking, caving, trekking, river wading, and more. Too bad I would miss all of these.

On the other side, I would be enjoying the cool climate and peaceful surroundings of Caleruega with my family. Uhh. I keep on telling myself that I would just be in danger in Mt. Banahaw while in Caleruega, I would be relaxed after a very stressful week.

Uhhhh. Yeah. I've decided. I would go to with my family. And I would definitely miss my last outbound and I think the most exciting one. &lt;em&gt;Bakit ba naman kasi tinapat ung outbound sa wedding day diba??&lt;/em&gt; *exhales very deeply*  Oh well, I can't change my decision &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;. I have my dress already and all. :&gt; I would just bear in mind that I would be relaxing there while my batchmates would be very tired in hiking/caving/trekking/river wading and all. Hahaha!
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
Oh, btw. Is Quezon near Caleruega/Tagaytay? Haha. Is it? Is it? I'm planning to have a "half day" on our outbound. Hahaha.

I wish I can cut myself into two. Haha. I want to attend my cousin's wedding, but I also want to attend our outbound. : Ampp.

Octiber 17, 2008. Remember this date. The first time I would miss an outbound trip and supposedly the last time I would have an outbound. ]

Who wants to come with me? Haha. Kidding.

Batch mates, just update me while you're in your outbound. OKAY? :&gt;



Most depressed,
Daisy

- :))
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I've been busy for the past two weeks. :

LaSalle Test, projects, exams. STRESS all over.

At last, it's done. Hahaha.


Okaaay. nonsense. :&gt;



♥daisy
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-466548020127850551?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/466548020127850551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=466548020127850551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/466548020127850551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/466548020127850551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-nonsense.html' title='THIS IS NONSENSE. :&gt;'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-1417422807017598933</id><published>2008-10-01T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:51:42.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek and you shall find.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;September 27, 2008. The day I lost my very very treasured watch. It was given by my parents, like, 3years ago-- the longest thing I've kept so far. This watch has a sentimental value. : Besides, that it was with me for 3years and my parents gave it, I've gone through a lot of 'trials' sa pakikipaghabulan sa oras with this watch. Drama much for a thing? You might say I'm obsess with that watch, but yeah, sort of. IT IS A LIMITED EDITION OF SWATCH. LIMITED EDITION. IT IS LIMITED. :( My dad told me that after 5-10 years, its value would be 50,000 pesos. They bought it for 5,000 pesos and its value after 10 years could be 50,000. :( How stupid am I to let my classmate borrow it and forgetting to get it from her. It was so so so so depressing. A watch could just be a material thing, but just what I said, IT HAS SENTIMENTAL VALUES. It is a limited edition. Few people could only get few of those. FEW OF THOSE. Shoooot.

When I am cleaning up my computer, I saw old pictures, like 1-3 years ago, wearing my pink swatch watch. It is sort of old indeed but it is pretty. :( Okay. A while ago, I was googling swatch products to find my watch. I can't see any of those pictures. Urgghh. Also, I saw the box in my drawer and it's 2 year warranty isn't finish yet. My parents bought it last December 24, 2006. SAYANG talaga. :((

People might think that I changed for the past few days or would change pa lang, but really. I would. I would be sort of selfish. I lost 4 important things my parents gave me. First my 2 Denman brushes. Second, my family's Kodak camera. I think it was the best camera of Kodak and I think it is also Limited. Urgh. Third, my eyeglasses. Take note, my eyeglasses. My classmate borrowed it, and when I would get it already, she said that she didn't borrow anything from me. So I was okaaaay. I didn't investigate. :\ And then now, my watch. Because my classmate like to borrow it, and FORGOT to return it again. Craaap. These FOUR things was given by my parents. All cost THOUSANDS, the brush is 400, i think and it was 2, so it's almost a thousand!! Craaaaaaaap. ALL OF THESE THINGS WERE LOST IN MY SECOND HOME, MY SCHOOL. MMYY SSCCHHOOLL. Who would ever think that students/staffs/visitors from my school would get/borrow-and-didn't/forgot-to-return MY PRECIOUS THINGS??!! ONE reason why I HATE my school. okaaay?

I know, it's just material things. But look at it. THOSE COST A THOUSAND. I pity my parents because I always lost all the good (mostly LIMITED) things they gave me. Craaaaap.

If I were you, never ever borrow things from me. It's either I would not let you borrow, or let you borrow but you lost it and my parents would make you pay for it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;blaaaaah. pictures wearing my waaaatch. :))
Paranoid much? :)
btw, it looks like that. If you own one, can i have it? or if you saw it, can you tell me. XD Thanks. :)
I hope I could still find it, though it was lost in Batulao. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;♥♥daisy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-1417422807017598933?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/1417422807017598933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=1417422807017598933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/1417422807017598933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/1417422807017598933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/10/seek-and-you-shall-find.html' title='Seek and you shall find.'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SOM5XyoPdJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rQ508W6qBDI/s72-c/Image143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-264261174096069424</id><published>2008-09-29T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T05:30:33.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LSS much on those retreat songs. :&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I have here 2 songs I've learned during our retreat last September 26-28 in Batulao, Batangas. These was taught by Fr. Chris. More post regarding the retreat. SOON. :P

Song 1:

Jesus is a happy name.
Jesus is always the same.
Jesus is a happy name.
You can smile when you talk about, Jesus.

Song 2:

I'm inward, outward
Happy all the time
(2x)
When Jesus came to me
and washed away my sins
I'm inward, outward
Happy all the time.

I'm inward, outward, upward, downward
Happy all the time
(2x)
When Jesus came to me
and washed away my sins
I'm inward, outward, upward, downward
Happy all the time

I'm inward, outward, upward, downward, rightward, leftward
Happy all the time
(2x)
When Jesus came to me
and washed away my sins
I'm inward, outward, upward, downward, rightward, leftward
Happy all the time

I'm inward, outward, upward, downward, rightward, leftward, forward, backward
Happy all the time
(2x)
When Jesus came to me
and washed away my sins
I'm inward, outward, upward, downward, rightward, leftward, forward, backward
Happy all the time
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naaliw lang ako&lt;/em&gt;. LSS much? :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥♥daisy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-264261174096069424?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/264261174096069424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=264261174096069424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/264261174096069424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/264261174096069424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-here-2-songs-ive-learned-during.html' title='LSS much on those retreat songs. :&gt;'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-4324263164487870535</id><published>2008-09-24T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T04:32:07.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring yet a Magical Weekend. :) part ii</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SEPTEMBER 21, 2008
&lt;/strong&gt;
YFC sector conference '08.

Once again, we went to Manila for the sectorcon. It was held at CSB Theatre.

I woke up at around 7:30 am. And then left home with Kuya and went to Gudalupe to meet Feb, Fem, Roselle, Joshua, and Maemae. So, we left Guadalupe at around 9:15 and went to CSB already. MRT and LRT again. Hahaha. I should get used to it anyway. :)

When we reached CSB, we registered. When we entered the theatre, the mass had started. We had the mass, then a great worship, then followed by the performances of the other clusters and the campus base and the siga. In the worship, the prayer leader let us watch some scenes in the Passion of Christ. Those scenes made me cry. How Jesus suffer and die for the cross just for us to be saved from our deadly sins. That worship enlightened me that Jesus suffered. Jesus died for me. I felt an 'ouch' in my heart seeing those scenes that the Roman soldiers doing to Jesus. The prayer leader made us realize that Jesus loves us. God loves us.

After 4 performances of the dance, band, and acapella, we had our lunch. BLaaah. Then again, it started 1:20 pm. Our representative performed 9th. They performed the song Emily by Paraluman and an original composition by Mart. Here were c3's representative. :&gt; philip- drums; jek-lead guitar; jude-bass; martin-guitar and vocals; mayrille-vocals. :) They were so great! Seriously! :&gt;

After all performances were made, Kuya Ian had his talk about our theme, "WITNESS".

I'll share to you some of the things he imparted to us.

Addressing to us, yfc members:

"We all stand up as an evidence. Last last year, we were BLEST. Last year, we were told to FOCUS. And now, we are all called to be an EVIDENCE of God's love.

You are lucky to belong in this 10% of the population who stand up as an evidence.

Like the homily of Fr. (------) a while ago, 'plastic' people exist. Not everyone can be in their best. Because of this, they tend to hide their real self.

&lt;em&gt;Yung iba sa inyo diyan, kapag nasa yfc event tayo, nagsasabi tayo ng i love you's sa mga tito at tita at sa mga magulang natin. Pero kapag wala ng yfc event, wala na ring i love you's. Diba pagiging plastic yun?
&lt;/em&gt;
Here are tips to have a fulfilled person:
· Be faithful.
· Be a servant to others.
· Be prayerful.
· Being right to the right place at the right time.
· Being equipped.

Jesus is trying to tell us, 'I will be with you and empower you'.

…”

Some parts Kuya Ian shared to us. He even cracked jokes because at that time, I can feel that everyone is tired already but still listening. :)

After the talk, we had our final worship. But in this final worship, I felt Jesus' presence on me and started a real worship. Though we had our daily worship in our school, yfc worships are still the best. Singing, praising, raising hands, clapping for Jesus. Everyone in the place was worshipping.

Before the event end, awards were given to the best band, dance, and accapela. In the acapella, c5 won the 1st place. Sorry, I forgot the 2nd and the 3rd place. :) In the dance, the 1st place was the Adamson University. The second place was Makati Med. I forgot the third place. :D And in the band, the 1st place was the band from c5. Second place was from the siga. And the third place was our cluster!! :D We were happy and thankful to get a place even if it's 3rd place. They, we deserved it. They were so great! All of them! :D:&gt;

The magical event ended 5:30 pm. Supposedly, Maemae and I would leave at 3:00. Good thing, we were lazy. Haha. And we've witnessed how our cluster won. :))

We said our goodbye's and all. And once again, rode LRT with Kuya poyi, Maemae, Ate blessy, Mayrille, Ate Dianne, and Bunda. :&gt;

Here are some pictures. :) And btw, I am not included in one of these pictures. :))
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SNoiXJIVjDI/AAAAAAAAADw/AJGbKVH6148/s1600-h/SANY0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249546096636955698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SNoiXJIVjDI/AAAAAAAAADw/AJGbKVH6148/s200/SANY0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
cool animation. :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SNoiXo4WjtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yYJDba4BuQk/s1600-h/SANY0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249546105159847634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SNoiXo4WjtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yYJDba4BuQk/s200/SANY0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249546090647918658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SNoiWy0cGEI/AAAAAAAAADo/gyqbyb8wCs8/s200/SANY0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;them :)                              stage with close curtains. :))&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/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SNoiXZTrOvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8hZUxFV1bx4/s1600-h/SANY0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249546100979481330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SNoiXZTrOvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8hZUxFV1bx4/s200/SANY0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SNoiWt45NnI/AAAAAAAAADg/m7LNfsVWn_M/s1600-h/1_721024351l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249546089324426866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SNoiWt45NnI/AAAAAAAAADg/m7LNfsVWn_M/s200/1_721024351l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mayrille. :)             They, We won! :D:&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
After this sectorcon, my homeworks and quizzes were already in line at home. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank God I've finished them all! :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;

♥♥daisy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-4324263164487870535?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/4324263164487870535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=4324263164487870535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/4324263164487870535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/4324263164487870535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/09/tiring-yet-magical-weekend-part-ii.html' title='Tiring yet a Magical Weekend. :) part ii'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SNoiXJIVjDI/AAAAAAAAADw/AJGbKVH6148/s72-c/SANY0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-8112489188584469008</id><published>2008-09-23T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T03:51:15.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring yet a Magical Weekend. :) part i</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEPTEMBER 20 and 21, 2008. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
PART I. September 20, 2008 :)&lt;/strong&gt;

(Note: This post contains exaggeration and should not think of it that way. Gets? Hahaha.)

These dates were marked in my calendar. Thinking that this weekend would be a stressful one. But not expecting that it would be FUN.

Saturday is supposedly a ‘long sleep day’ for me. Haha. I haven’t done it for ages. Hahaha. I informed Alec that we will be going to DLSU an hour before we leave. Haha. I was with Maemae, Alec and my brother. We left CSR at exactly 10:05am. We commuted. :&gt; T’was my second time to ride LRT. :)) It was fun. :D We walked and walked and walked and walked. Hell, the Admission’s Office of La Salle was like a road to forever. Hahaha. Kidding. But, yeah. It was like 1 km from Vito Cruz Station. Haha. After DLSU, we went to UST. I accompanied Maemae and Alec to pass their forms and my brother to buy some stuffs. Blah, blah, blah. I thought we would not reach 12:00, but then, we did. :D We walked and walked and walked and walked. :))

After roaming Manila, Mae, Alec and I went straight to Glorietta while kuya went home. :&gt; We were not contented with the long walk at Manila. We walked and walked and walked from Glorietta to Greenbelt to eat in a restaurant that was supposed to have low prices abut yummy foods. Uhhh, Alec? Haha. :P So, we just ate at Tokyo Tokyo. Hahaha. Blahhh. And then after eating, we had discussed a few weird things about random things. Hahaha. We talked/debated on the existence of other Solar system, on the age of the dinosaurs, does God have parents?, and more. It was weird. Really. And then, I found out that we’re raising our voices already and having a little debate on those topics. Hahaha. After, eating and talking and debating, I met up with Erin and Lora and said goodbyes to Maemae and Alec.

So, it was project making time naman. We went at Lora’s place and started doing our Math project. Blah, blah, blah. Walked back to Glorietta, said goodbyes to Lora and Erin and walked alone going to SM. Hahaha. Take note: WALKED. By this time, I could not feel my feet anymore. I actually feel the pain. Haha.

I was not contented. My mom and I had our grocery. By this time, I was already suffering. Haha.

By 8:30, I was home already. Finally.

I partially did my Physics homework that night. :&gt;

Finally, closed my eyes 11:30 pm. ;)


**no pictures. :D
**PART II. Soon. :)

♥daisy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-8112489188584469008?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/8112489188584469008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=8112489188584469008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/8112489188584469008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/8112489188584469008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/09/tiring-yet-magical-weekend-part-i.html' title='Tiring yet a Magical Weekend. :) part i'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-3030562016645853122</id><published>2008-09-13T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:04:41.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Korean crying for the Philippines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This entry was written by Jaeyoun Kim, a Korean who studied here in the Philippines. He probably wrote this essay for us to see what really is the problem in our country. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quinkoytawops.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-short-essay-about-philippines-by.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;

&lt;u&gt;My Short Essay about the Philippines&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is my 25th post as a blogger. Instead of having of blogging&lt;/span&gt; about myself on how it feels, let me republish this essay written by one Korean student here in Philippines in 2003. This piece is an eye opener for Filipinos. The article sites reasons why it seems difficult for our country to rise from the mire of poverty and is now behind among the SouthEast Asian countries.

Here it is.

Filipinos always complain about the corruption in the Philippines. Do you really think the corruption is the problem of the Philippines? I do not think so. I strongly believe that the problem is the lack of love for the Philippines.&lt;a href="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/quincyjohn/pauljames-1.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMtsYunbiwI/AAAAAAAAACw/t0s7nK0KWsg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245405363089148674" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="172" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMtsYunbiwI/AAAAAAAAACw/t0s7nK0KWsg/s200/untitled.bmp" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What made me sad in the prison were the prisoners who do not have any love for their country. They go to mass and work for Church.

They pray everyday. However, they do not love the Philippines. I talked to two prisoners at the maximum security compound, and both of them said that they would leave the Philippines right after they are released from the prison. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
They said that they would start a new life in other countries and never come back to the Philippines. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMtsYV1IyUI/AAAAAAAAACo/WovTe9PSOPQ/s1600-h/11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245405356435753282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMtsYV1IyUI/AAAAAAAAACo/WovTe9PSOPQ/s200/11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/quincyjohn/pauljames-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; TEXT-DECORATION: none; text-underline: none; mso-fareast-: yesfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10;color:#336699;"   &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = v ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml" /&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t"&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:path gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f" connecttype="rect"&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many Koreans have a great love for Korea so that we were able to share our wealth with our neighborhood. The owners of factory and company were distributed their profit to their employees fairly so that employees could buy what they needed and saved money for the future and their children. When I was in Korea, I had a very strong faith and wanted to be a priest.

However, when I cameto the Philippines, I completely lost my faith. I was very confused when I saw many unbelievable situations in the Philippines. Street kids always make me sad, and I see them everyday.

The Philippines is the only Catholic country in Asia, but there are too many poor people here. People go to church every Sunday to pray, but nothing has been changed.

My parents came to the Philippines last week and saw this situation. They told me that Korea was much poorer than the present Philippines when they were young.

They are so sorry that there so many beggars and street kids. When we went to Pasangjan, I forced my parents to take a boat because it would fun.

However, they were not happy after taking a boat. They said that they would not take the boat again because they were sympathized the boat men, for the boat men were very poor and had a small frame. Most of people just took a boat and enjoyed it. But my parents did not enjoy it because of love for them.

My mother who has been working for Catholic Church since I was very young told me that if we just go to mass without changing ourselves, we are not Catholic indeed.

Faith should come with action. She added that I have to love Filipinos and do good things for them because all of us are same and have received a great love from God.

I want Filipinos to love their neighborhood and country as much as they love God so that the Philippines will be well off.

I am sure that love is the keyword which Filipinos should remember. We cannot change the sinful structure at once. It should start from person. Love must start in everybody in a small scale and have to grow.

A lot of things happen if we open up to love. Let's put away our prejudices and look at our worries with our new eyes. I discover that every person is worthy to be loved.

Trust in love, because it makes changes possible. Love changes you and me. It changes people, contexts and relationships. It changes the world.

Please love your neighborhood and country. Jesus Christ said that whatever we do to others we do to Him. In the Philippines, there is God who are abused and abandoned.

There is God who is crying for love. If you have a child, teach them how to love the Philippines. Teach them why they have to love their neighborhood and country.

You already know that God also will be very happy if you love others.

That's all I really want to ask you Filipinos.

After reading the essay, my grandfather seconded his/her curiousity and ask me, is the Philippines worth crying for?

Who will shed tears for our motherland? Who will lend a hand to lift her spirit, to hold the lonely Flag that symbolizes her name?

After reading this essay, let's hope we all learn to love and support our country, our province and most especially our foundation. May God bless this beautiful country. May we be enlightened to do more for our country and not just thinking about ourselves all the time.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Poverty is indeed the major problem in our country today. &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Maybe lack of love for our country is really the problem. He is right in what he says. We go to Church every Sunday yet nothing's happening because we do not focus. Seeing children in the streets is really depressing. He impart to us suggestions that we must do to gain love for our country. &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;What I do not like in his essay is that he is comparing his country to ours. He is comparing the people in his country to the people in the Philippines. He said, "I talked to two prisoners... and both of them said that they would leave the Philippines right after they are released from the prison. They said that they would start a new life in other countries and never come back to the Philippines. Many Koreans have a great love for Korea so that we were able to share our wealth with our neighborhood." If Korea have great love fof their country, how come they're all over the Philippines? Yes, they&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;study English here. But how come they're like 'occupying' our country already. They can be seen anywhere-- streets in Makati, in Baguio, and even in our subdivision that is exclusively for the families and relatives of those who became part and is part of the navy, army, marines, and the like. They even build their restaurants here. &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe Jaeyoun Kim is not like the other Koreans. I think he is just concern for our country. He's&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;right (in a way) in his essay. We must love our country, and the rest will follow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If a Korean like Jaeyoun Kim cares for our country, why can't we?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;♥♥daisy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-3030562016645853122?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/3030562016645853122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=3030562016645853122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/3030562016645853122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/3030562016645853122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/09/korean-crying-for-philippines.html' title='A Korean crying for the Philippines'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMtsYunbiwI/AAAAAAAAACw/t0s7nK0KWsg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-1509814465378457894</id><published>2008-09-10T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T03:26:12.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try to read and try to understand. =))</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To Majie, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
I am not surprise or wander why Dennis leave you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
What reason you can think about but you’re very fat body. I thought before that Dennis only use me to his toy but sooner and later I’m realize that he really can’t not beared or stomached to be with you anymore because at first, Dennis say he could not stand you’re habit of making pakialam all this walks [lakad] and always calling to their house what he go home or this or that and then he say he get ashame to met iether in school or in his family and then asking you to exercise you’re very very, very fat body but you hate it thoughth you’re the most preetiest girls he knows about what do you think you are “Beautiful Girl” of Jose Marie Chan even you are beautiful face to your think. You do not have the right to called me whatsoever or else different name one time or the other for the real purposed to insults my personality because I’m never call your names iether in the front of Dennis or in the backs of Dennis, but if you start already to calling me different name, I don’t have any other choice but to call you other different name to like you are a P~G, FAT, OBESSED, OVERWIGHT, AND UGLY SHAPE girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Shame to you’re body that is to a BUDING.  You can’t not blame Dennis for exchanging you to me because I am the more sexier than you when you look to us in the mirror. I’m repeat again that you are like Ike Lozada when she is a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
FROM: THE SEXIEST GIRL OF D.M.

P.S. You say that I’m the bad breathe but who is Dennis want to be kissed. Me or you? You are me? And the final is me.
:))
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love her. Sexiest? Stupidest. Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-1509814465378457894?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/1509814465378457894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=1509814465378457894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/1509814465378457894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/1509814465378457894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/09/try-to-read-and-try-to-understand.html' title='Try to read and try to understand. =))'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-2518295143848489062</id><published>2008-09-06T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T03:02:09.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Escape :D</title><content type='html'>Boys Like Girls finally came in Manila. After our Youth Congress in UP Diliman, I &lt;u&gt;rushed &lt;/u&gt;to glorietta to watch their 'concert'. I was with Bufi. I thank Alec so so so much, I've got the opportunity to see them in like a meter away and Martin's pick touched my foot. But it fell so I was not able to get it. :( That boy got it! Grrrr. That boy even got his towel. Maybe he has hidden desire with him. Hahaha. Kidding. We went in glorietta in our school uniform, no time to change. And we were like jumping in a chair. Haha. I was a bit disappointed and sad because my friend gave the meet-and-greet ticket to Bufi. I am really disappointed and sad. I will never ever get the chance to meet them personally. Alec and I planned that event like a week ago and then I wasn't able to meet them and greet them and take a photo with them. It was like disappointing. NOT LIKE. IT IS REALLY DISAPPOINTING. Well, I can't do anything. It's done. I'm just aceepting that at least the vocalist's pick touched my foot. Hahaha. Arghhh. I can't take away the feeling I am feeling right now. Hahaha. Got it? Anyway. I wish and hope that BOYSLIKEGIRLS could read this and go back here just for me. :P Kidding. Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Malay natin.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha.

I remember, the first time I heard their song, Great Escape, it got into my mind easily and started singing it again and again and again. :) The opportunity is like inches away for me, and I let it go.

Opportunity &lt;em&gt;nga naman. Mabilis mawala.&lt;/em&gt; :)
Never let go for opportunities. &lt;em&gt;Ga'no kalaki or kaliit man n'yan&lt;/em&gt;. :)

I know, this is shallow. Haha. Try to understand me. Okay. :P:P

Here are some of their pictures:


&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242941118504710194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMKrK0LDMDI/AAAAAAAAABw/lC9hyM0i5Is/s320/SANY0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242941129114308690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMKrLbsk0FI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lCeUudzxfH4/s320/SANY0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242941132337055858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMKrLns8CHI/AAAAAAAAACA/7DRNvKWWHLo/s320/SANY0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242941134589999458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMKrLwGFOWI/AAAAAAAAACI/6HcXVHNaq68/s320/SANY0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242941142164711570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMKrMMUCKJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LT7svSERRTk/s320/SANY0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love them . :)
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♥♥daisy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-2518295143848489062?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/2518295143848489062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=2518295143848489062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/2518295143848489062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/2518295143848489062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/09/greatest-escape-d.html' title='Greatest Escape :D'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMKrK0LDMDI/AAAAAAAAABw/lC9hyM0i5Is/s72-c/SANY0151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-2874230255580301473</id><published>2008-09-06T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T08:43:08.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandra turns 15 Ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As the title says, Alexandra Mae H. Espinosa turns 15 last September 5. I went to MOA with Maemae, Alec and Xandz. We did ice skating and ate in Haagen-Dazs. It was my first time to do ice skating, by the way. And also Alec. As expected, we fell.. Hahaha. I think we had our pictures anywhere in that skating rink. &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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMKfuZakx3I/AAAAAAAAABI/OMXQZB0aR8A/s1600-h/SANY0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242928535657826162" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="142" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMKfuZakx3I/AAAAAAAAABI/OMXQZB0aR8A/s320/SANY0047.JPG" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMKfwaXZF6I/AAAAAAAAABo/mVIN_5D9Pd0/s1600-h/SANY0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242928570272651170" style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="177" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMKfwaXZF6I/AAAAAAAAABo/mVIN_5D9Pd0/s320/SANY0063.JPG" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMKfvwbvmdI/AAAAAAAAABg/nTt8PivJvP8/s1600-h/SANY0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242928559016614354" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="197" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMKfvwbvmdI/AAAAAAAAABg/nTt8PivJvP8/s320/SANY0053.JPG" width="51" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;models.&lt;/em&gt; :P &lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Alec, Me, Xandz, Maemae&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ready to fall!&lt;/em&gt; :P&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMKfvnLZrzI/AAAAAAAAABY/TXfooOqAdP0/s1600-h/SANY0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242928556532150066" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="174" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMKfvnLZrzI/AAAAAAAAABY/TXfooOqAdP0/s320/SANY0051.JPG" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMKfu7ghc4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dxw_CoZ9nzM/s1600-h/SANY0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242928544809579394" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="168" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMKfu7ghc4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dxw_CoZ9nzM/s320/SANY0048.JPG" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;weehee. i looove them. :)  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;we're happy.&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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;After&lt;/em&gt; almost 2 hours of skating, we ate dinner in the food court. Haha. And had our dessert at Haagen-Dazs. We are doubting if we will still eat there or not, will we consume all our orders and all. Good thing, we continued our plan. Haha. It was heaven. It tastes gooooood. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That day is really really fun. After wearing heels at school. After receicing our report cards, we still had "rewards." Haha. Though we're only four, Wana, Frankie and Marion can't come, we enjoyed our day. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Kahit saan, basta kasama ko kayo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Best line of Xandra. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;September 5. Jap's, Bubut's , Jessa's, and Xandra's special day. :)
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥♥daisy:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&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/3580490012519315768-2874230255580301473?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/2874230255580301473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=2874230255580301473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/2874230255580301473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/2874230255580301473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/09/alexandra-turns-15.html' title='Alexandra turns 15 Ü'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCx8XZ7Y16Q/SMKfuZakx3I/AAAAAAAAABI/OMXQZB0aR8A/s72-c/SANY0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-4917134896088346383</id><published>2008-09-03T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T06:41:42.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be possible to love the people I hate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Awkward. Yesterday was an awkward day. This will remain as a secret. Haha.

Stop reading. Hahaha. :P This is nothing. OKay. :)

Okay.
I'm starting to hate a person. Actually, there are two people I'm starting to hate. The first person, he/she doesn't care on the ideas of others. Yes, he/she is friendly but there are instances where she acts like he/she knows everything and he/she doesn't even ask the opinion of others if it's okay for them. It just irritates me when a person thinks he/she thinks/feel that he/she is always right. That he/she knows that he/she is accepted by everyone thus, making his/her own choice without thinking that there are still ideas from other people. The second person I'm starting to hate is somehow close to me. He/she is very selfish. I sound like a bad person, now but seriously, he/she is selfish. He/she asks for help and I help her. He/she is also a moody person. I really can't understand him/her. When I do things that irritates him/her, that person would like call my attention and sometimes, he/she does it in public. I feel like he/she is my parent that calls my attention everytime I did something not good for him/her. My parents do not even watch my every move and seldom calls my attention. There was even an instance when he/she ask a favor from me and he/she got angry at me because of a simple forgivable mistake. I have my own freedom. It just irritates me when someone watch every move I make. I feel like I'm being discriminated and underestimated.

Sorry for plenty of his/her words. :)) Hahaha. Want to know if it's a his or a her? comment me. :P

It's from the bible saying, "Learn to love your enemies." They're not my enemies, but I'm starting to hate them. I am trying to see the other side of their attitudes. I am trying to know them more. I am trying to understand them more.

Could it be possible to love the people I hate? Maybe yes, maybe no.


♥daisy:)
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-4917134896088346383?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/4917134896088346383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=4917134896088346383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/4917134896088346383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/4917134896088346383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/09/could-it-be-possible-to-love-people-i.html' title='Could it be possible to love the people I hate?'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-940617032421884163</id><published>2008-08-22T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:23:49.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hell-est" is the word. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last post? August 8, 2008. It has been 2 weeks. Hahaha.

This month has been my "&lt;em&gt;hell-est"&lt;/em&gt; month in my entire life. Hahaha!

First, I took my upcat last august 2. I would never ever love math. Ewwwrr.

And then, projects projects...

Then, on the 2nd week, August 12-15, we had our last first periodical test in csr. Algebra, Calculus, Filipino, CLE, Health, Economics, Physics, English, Computer, TLE. All in one week.

This week, August 19-22 was the "hell-est". August 19, we have this mock test for NCAE and again, our batch were reprimanded. We are not doing anything. We are just enjoying our high school life. We're old enough to see if we're doing the right thing or not. rrr. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;August 20-21, I got my results in the periodical test. Damn. I got line of 7 in 3 of my subjects and I failed Physics! I only got line of 9 in Filipino. Daaaaamn. :O &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On September 5, we'll see. :

High school life is fun but you really really need to fight temptations. Haha.
Blah blah.

Know what?? My classmates are in Breaking Dawn already. Ako, Eclipse pa lang. :)) Hahaha.

dot dot dot dot dot



♥♥daisy


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-940617032421884163?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/940617032421884163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=940617032421884163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/940617032421884163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/940617032421884163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/08/hell-est-is-word-d.html' title='&quot;Hell-est&quot; is the word. :D'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-7123256793554515378</id><published>2008-08-08T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T07:15:24.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with 8/8/8??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okaay. Today is August 8, 2008. And it's like everybody's saying that today is a lucky day. BLAAAH. Today, nothing came up. T'was a normal day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lesson during morning. And in the afternoon, seniors' fourth career talk. THe schools were De La Salle Canlubang, Southville Foreign Universities, Global Innovative College, and Mapua Institute of Technology. It was booooring. : Mapua has the most interesting career talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8/8/8 happens once in a lifetime. :) And there's no history today, except for my classmates who had their most embarrasing moments today. Hahaha.&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;Okaay. BLAHs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm out. :)&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;♥daisy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-7123256793554515378?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/7123256793554515378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=7123256793554515378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/7123256793554515378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/7123256793554515378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-with-888.html' title='What&apos;s with 8/8/8??'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-5013668347262237216</id><published>2008-08-04T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T03:03:39.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>read and criticize. :]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;center&gt;Relevance of Economics in Education and Labor Market
Daisy Banaag
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Economics has been one of the most important aspects of a country. It is defined to be the study of production, distribution, and consumption of goods and services. Importance of our education and the labor market do have significance in our country’s economic status. Imagine our country filled with people without knowledge in anything—money, politics, and leadership. Imagine our country filled with unemployed and underemployed citizens. Wouldn’t be that appalling? Thinking greatly on the significance of these two, education and labor market, we would be conscious that these affect our country’s economic status.

The significance of economics in education can be summed up into many portions. Education became a way of increasing our country’s economy. With this, it is considered to be the essential factor in the development and renewing of our status economically. I believe that the abilities of the labor force are the ones who contribute more for the betterment of a country’s economy. Education can be the treatment for our country’s severe economic problems such as the growing numbers of people who are unemployed and underemployed. 

An individual, definitely, needs education in order to acquire his goals in life and in finding the accurate profession for him. Once a person gets hold of his good career, he shall be a contribution for the development of a country. More job opportunities for thousands of people, the greater our economy would be.

Economics also have importance in labor market. This gives the people the ability of working as a full time. As I’ve observed, thousands of people are now being underemployed and worse, unemployed. Some individual just rely on others’ hands and do not work at all. Others may want jobs but they do not have the opportunity of having one. These are the people who do not finish their studies and end up doing nothing in their lives. These do affect our country’s economy because of the lessening of working individuals.

We have noticed that people with no jobs are increasing every month and our economy is getting worse. In the latest SONA of our President Arroyo, she informed the public that our country has its best economic status on the year 2007. But people still argue with one another on this reason. I, personally, believe that our president is doing something good for the country but most of the time, we tend to become lazy and rely to our government more. We have our own hands to work on the problems of our country. Unemployment and poverty is said to be the two major problems our country faces today. I believe that we, the people, could do something beneficial to our country. Knowing the fact that education and labor market affects our economy could be of great help. If only all people have the perceptive in these two things could be of great help to our economy, our country’s economic status would change.

  This instances proves that when education and labor market in our country is well and is given full attention, more job opportunities will be given to people, bigger salaries would be given to employees, poor people would be given the chance to work, more children would learn in schools, and our  country would prosper  its economic status.

Let us not only rely on the ones in positions. They also need the help of the citizens. We all have the eyes to see, ears to hear, mouth to communicate and hands and feet to work on these problems. Even the pettiest person in this country could do something. With an honest and trust-worthy leaders and disciplined citizens, our economic problems would be lessening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-5013668347262237216?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/5013668347262237216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=5013668347262237216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/5013668347262237216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/5013668347262237216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/08/read-and-criticize.html' title='read and criticize. :]]'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-4616466138392135289</id><published>2008-08-04T02:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:57:33.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect the unexpected. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;**this is late post. :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

Last last week, Mrs. Cortez informed our class about the UP congress thing. And then, I was like, "I want, I want.." blah, blah. "Asa pa ko." I told myself. I've never been a participate in a youth congress and it's up. So, I was like, asa pa ko. But I was hoping. :))

And then, the weekend came, Mae mae and Wana asked me if I did the essay on Economics. And I was like, what's that?! blahh. Maemae, Wana and I was like "Bakit sila gumagawa ng essay? Wala naman diba?" And so, since we're soooo good, we ignored it. :))

And then.. Wednesday. Mrs. Cortez told Wana and Maemae that they're included na in the congress. So, I was like, "Ohh. Kasama na sila. Sino na kasama ko sa classroom? Sana ako rin.." blah blah. I was really hoping na isasama ako ni Mrs. Cortez. :)) Hahaha.

And then during lunch time, after her subject, "Mishael, Joanna, Alex and Daisy.. Come here." I keep on asking, "Tinawag ba ko? Tinawag ba ko??" I even asked my teacher if she called me. :)) bwahaha. :] then, there, she said we are included in the UP congress and we need to make an essay blahh. And I was... "yey!" :)) Dream come true for me. :)) Hahaha.


Okaaay. Disadvantage?? It's on a saturday. :
But it's okay.. UP. :))
even though, i know, i wouldn't pass the UPCAT, at least i went to UP. :))

okayy. Ang babaw. :]]




♥daisy:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-4616466138392135289?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/4616466138392135289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=4616466138392135289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/4616466138392135289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/4616466138392135289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/08/expect-uexpected-d.html' title='Expect the unexpected. :D'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-4394258882219851742</id><published>2008-07-24T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T04:36:50.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tumor in my brain called, MATH. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last tuesday, we, the seniors, took our last CEM test. It was English and Math Subjects. As usual, Math was hard. Sorry for my ignorance, but I really do not know what synthetic division and the logarithm thing are. I just guessed my answer and it was C. :)) English was not easy and not hard. :)

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before taking the CEM test, which is after lunch, 12:40 to be exact. :) I felt really really bad and I got my eyes wet again. Know what. After that, I SLIGHTLY accepted the fact that there wouldn't be like tcj again. :

&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;Anyway, after the test, my brain got so dry. :)) Pigang-piga. I actually felt like i was having tumor in my brain or something. :)) Math test was hell. :)) Hahaha.


&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;And then Wednesday morning, we had our CSAT (College Scholastic Aptitude Test). It was easier than the CEM test. It has 4 Tests and 60 items each. A total of 240 items! :O About English, Math, Science and Inductive Reasoning. We were only given 3 hours to finish the test. Fortunately, I finished answering all the contents. :)


&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;And then, a while ago, we had our review class. Ms Hirang was our teacher and MG, April, and I and the others also, misses her crazy laugh. :)) And while discussing chemistry, I remembered Alec. When we were in 3rd year, she asked me.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ALEC: Daisy, what's chemical bonding??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
DAISY: Yung ano. Yung chemicals nagbobond..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
.... sa mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

Benta to kay alec. And I know she still remember this. :))=)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Okaay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Next time again. :)&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;



♥daisy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-4394258882219851742?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/4394258882219851742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=4394258882219851742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/4394258882219851742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/4394258882219851742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/07/tumor-in-my-brain-called-math.html' title='A tumor in my brain called, MATH. :))'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-9110149956061393751</id><published>2008-07-21T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T05:43:14.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories would just remain as memories. Just treasure them. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got this from Issa. It is one of the poems Mrs. Pidlaoan shared to us last year. I miss those days. :( Especially the last month with her. :(&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;


I would be there to share your day
Well, I'm sure you'll have so many more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so I can let just this one slip away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and we always get a second chance to make everything right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
There will always be another chance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to say our "I love you's"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and certainly there's another chance to say our "anything i can do's"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But just incase it might be wrong, and today is all i get,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'd like to say how much I love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and hope we never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;young or old alike &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?
For if tommorow never comes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you'll surely regret the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that you didn't take that extra time for a smile, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a hug, or a kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and you were to busy to grant someone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;what turned out to betheir last wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
So I always hold them dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take time to say "I'm sorry,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Please forgive me," &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Thank you," or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"It's ok".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And if tomorrow never comes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you'll have no regrets about today.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
"For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance to make everything right."


Do it. 'Cause second chance do not exist. :(
How I wish there would always be a second chance in my life to change all the things I've done wrong and bring back those happy times with my classmates last year. :( That experience would never ever happen. Memories are just memories. I will just treasure them. :( I can't do something to bring back time. All I only have are the photos of my 3rd year life.

I just wish second chances exist. :



♥daisy
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-9110149956061393751?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/9110149956061393751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=9110149956061393751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/9110149956061393751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/9110149956061393751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-got-this-from-issa.html' title='Memories would just remain as memories. Just treasure them. :)'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-4490985465210524841</id><published>2008-07-18T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T02:42:23.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat and Eat and Eat and Eat and Eat. :))</title><content type='html'>These past days, I am so emotional and depressed and sad and all. But this day was different.
I didn't feel any depression. I don't know why. Hahaha. And now, know what i am doing?? :) EATING. Hahaha.

Fries + Nuggets + RIce = a perfect merienda.

Hahaha. Yes, It is a merienda. :)) Mainggit kyo. :P This makes me forget my depression. :))
Okay.. This is nonsense. Hahaha.


♥daisy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-4490985465210524841?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/4490985465210524841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=4490985465210524841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/4490985465210524841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/4490985465210524841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/07/these-past-days-i-am-so-emotional-and.html' title='Eat and Eat and Eat and Eat and Eat. :))'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-3821807035042344422</id><published>2008-07-17T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T03:46:09.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindi ko Lang Nakaya. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OH MY. Hindi ko na nakayanan. : Superrr. &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;BR&gt;A while ago, It was our Music presentation and it was a total mess. Oo, isa ako sa mga may kasalanan kung bakit naging ganon. Sorry. Naasar lang kasi ako. And then, we saw Mrs. Pidlaoan, our third year CLE teacher. Hindi ko nakayanan. Napaiyak ako and then walk out. Sobrang pumasok sa isip ko ung tcj, again. :( &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;Hindi ko na nakayanan at naiyak na lng ako. Ung presentation namin sa Music plus my section. I was so depressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And then, nalaman ko,hindi lang pala kaming dalawa ung may feeling na ganon. We were actually 5 sa section namin. :( I don't know why i am sooooo emotional these past days. I just miss the people i am with last year. :( Tapos ung iba, nag-iba. :( &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;I just said, "I WISH I HAVE MY OWN TIME MACHINE." :( &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;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;♥daisy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-3821807035042344422?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/3821807035042344422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=3821807035042344422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/3821807035042344422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/3821807035042344422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/07/hindi-ko-lang-nakaya.html' title='Hindi ko Lang Nakaya. :('/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-1445094904102390071</id><published>2008-07-15T04:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T05:16:30.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best-est Section. Designed to be the PERFECT Section. :) I Miss Them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Okaayyy. Feel kong mag Tagalog and Englsih. :) :P

These past few weeks, akala ko ako lang yung nakakapansin na may something sa section ko. Hindi sa ayaw ko sa section ko or something. I want my section pero parang may mga taong gustong makipag "compete." Yes. Oo, ganon ako dati. Pero narealize ko ang panget nung nagcocompare ka or something. Wala lang. Feeling ko kasi kapag nag cocompare ka ng someting, parang nakakainsulto in a way. And ung tipong ijujudge ka. And so kung ganon ako? Sure ba siyang ganon ako araw-araw? Nakakairita lang kasi.

Okay. Awhile ago, pinanood ko ung movie ng tcj. Ung gawa ni Donna. Sobrang gusto kong umiyak pero pinipigil ko lang dahil merong tao sa tabi ko. Sobrang miss na miss ko na ung tcj. :( Yung dati pag pumapasok ka, feeling mo papasok ka sa bahay mo. Ung pwde khit ano, gawin mo. Ung class na walang limit. Ung class na araw-araw hindi ka uuwi ng hndi ka tumatawa sa araw na un. Ung class na walang naleleft out, khit sino pa man yan. Nakakamiss lang. Ung mga taong nagdadaganan at nagdodogpile(narealize ko parehas lang un. =)) ) at naghahabulan. Nakakamiss silang panoorin. :( Tinignan ko ung multiply ng tcj kanina, tapos may nakita akong bago. Ung banner. :D wala lng, ang saya lng tignan nung mga tao dun. :))=))

I really really miss tcj and the people IN it. :) Kahit tahimik lang ako dati dun. Or tahimik ba ko? Basta, or maingay pag kasama sila Alec at Frankie. Sobrang feel na feel ko na nasa bahay ako. Khit na suspend na ko dahil walang limit ung class ntin. Okay lng. :)) Khit nawala camera ko at glasses ko.. :) Oo, nagddrama ako. Kasi I'm not happy with my section. Ewan ko lng. Pero sguro diba magbabago pa un. Ksi 2nd month pa lng to. Pero compare sa last year dba? :)

Sorry. I don;t hate my section today. Meron lang talagang mga taong mahirap pakisamahan. Hindi naman ako nakikipag compete or anything with grades. I know I'm not smart. I just want to have classmates na parang tcj. Ung wlang pakielam sa mga grades grades mo. Pag wlang assignment, pareparehas na tayo lahat ng mga sagot. =)) I define TCJ as the PERFECT section. :)


Well, sguro nga, wala ng papalit sa TCJ. Hiwahiwalay na tayo ngayon. :( Oo, ngayon lang nag sink-in sa kin. Gusto kong magretreat kasama kayo. :(



Okay. Sorry. Basta. :( I miss TCJ. Sge, sna mabasa nyo. :) Reunion. :)



♥daisy
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♥daisy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3580490012519315768-7252561567555009588?l=superelephants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/feeds/7252561567555009588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3580490012519315768&amp;postID=7252561567555009588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/7252561567555009588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3580490012519315768/posts/default/7252561567555009588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superelephants.blogspot.com/2008/07/ateneo-essay.html' title='ATENEO ESSAY'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01508060244135847492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-geuvdj31KBs/TWjtMi8OZSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_BSd9um_FO8/s220/DSC_0101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580490012519315768.post-9019946300205272820</id><published>2008-07-11T20:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:23:04.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okaay. We had our second career talk yesterday, July 11, 2008. (We had our first career talk last last week, i think. The schools were University of Asia and Pacific, Asia Pacific College, and ENDERUN. :])

We spent our whole day almost in the AVR. :)) Hahaha. From 8 to 9:30 and 10:12. First school was Ateneo. Then, De LaSalle- College of St. Benilde and the De LaSalle University. I wish, I wish, I wish. Hahaha. SANA MAKAPASA. (crossed-fingers) :P Either Ateneo or La Salle. :

And then, and then. After the career talks. We watched Troy. I fell asleep sa first Cd. :)) Hahaha. And then I woke up, mag sesecond CD na. I, actually, can't understand the story. That's why, I kept on asking Wana and Maemae, "Sino siya?, Kaanuano niya siya? Saan si Helen?, Bakit?" and more. :)) Hahaha. The film has many scenes wherein you need to close you eyes. :)) Our teacher warned us, and told us, "If you don't want to see these scenes, just close your nose." Hahaha.

We started the movie on 1:30 and ended 3:45pm. :)) It's almost 3 hours. Tsktsk. :P:P


After the movie, we had our batch retreat. AND Ms. Bayani checked our nails. And many got X. :)) Good thing, nilagpasan niya ko. :)) Hahaha.


Okay okay. I'll do my esay na for ateneo. :( And I don't know how to start it. :)) Bahala na. :P


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