<?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-8925155</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:43:23.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PURPLE PAGONG - Blatta Hater</title><subtitle type='html'>Ahhhhh, summer.
I've got nothing better to do with my time right now, so i've been bumming around with my college friends and i'm about to pester my highschool friends. When i'm bored, my angst bubbles to the surface and i just HAVE to write about irksome people. :D mga Blatta ng buhay ko. blech.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-115027109361355302</id><published>2006-06-14T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:44:53.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for being an early bird</title><content type='html'>I feel silly writing this after my previous post.  I was late for the Anatomy orientation today. Nice. And for a stupid reason pa talaga. I got lost. Hehe. That, and the damn elevator ride took too long (if you keep riding the elevator without knowing where to go, you'll get my point). I actually went to the Reg Office just to ask where 1401 was. At least I wasn't alone. Turns out marami din palang nalito. Haha, freshies. Tst tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi naman noh, if you look at the buttons in the elevator, the last 2 floors are 12 and P. A lot of us knew that 1401 would be at the fourteenth floor, but the question was, do we HAVE a fourteenth floor?? At fifteen minutes past 8, panicky thoughts started pouring in. Did P stand for Parking? If not, then P would logically be the 13th floor...so where in the world is 1401?? Am I in the right building? I know the CHBC building has a 14th floor, but it only houses two auditoriums. Does the college hold classes there? Where the heck should I be right now?? The answer to the last question is clearly 1401. Hay, if only I knew where to find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fabulous ate (she's really nice...a far cry from the irritable people at the UP OUR) at the Reg office didn't know where 1401 was either. Yay, I'm not THAT idiotic after all. :D She called up the guard and told us (may kasabay din akong nawawalang bata, newfound friend. double yay!) na sa Penthouse pala yun. Ahhh, so THAT'S what P was for. And ahhhh, wala nga palang official 13th floors dito due to superstition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Kat (the fellow lost child) and I made it to the Ana orientation. We only missed the handing out of the curriculum and course outline lang naman. Thank God. Note to self: go to class at least 15 minutes early in case I have another nasty bout of Freshie Lostness. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-115027109361355302?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/115027109361355302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=115027109361355302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/115027109361355302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/115027109361355302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-much-for-being-early-bird.html' title='So much for being an early bird'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-115027102826460144</id><published>2006-06-14T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:43:48.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up and Smell the...Tambucho</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's the first thing I smell in the morning. Exhaust from darn cars. My only window faces the parking garage of the frickin' apartment complex, tapat pa talaga ng gate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, living here certainly has its perks. My fave perk is the fact that I only need to wake up an hour before my class and still get to school early.  Sa bagal ko gumalaw, I didn't think it was ever possible for me to be on time, let alone be early for class. I even have time to fix my room before leaving! Innit cool?? :D And i'm writing this while having my morning coffee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is really small, compared to the house.  Siguro the floor area of the whole thing is as big as our living room at home. Or maybe add a quarter of the dining room to the living room tas yun na yun.  This has to be the first time I've lived in a place without stairs, so ginaganahan na kong gumalaw. Yay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to get used to the noise. My house is a frickin' nature park, compared to this place.  I'm sure I'll get used to it din naman. I think I like it here already. :) Gotta go get ready for school! My first class is at 8am kasi (Clinical Ana...wonder how it'll go...) and it's 7:35am na. Hehe. A 5-minute walk to school. Yeah. Sounds great, huh? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-115027102826460144?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/115027102826460144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=115027102826460144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/115027102826460144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/115027102826460144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/06/wake-up-and-smell-thetambucho.html' title='Wake up and Smell the...Tambucho'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-115027098104516573</id><published>2006-06-14T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:43:01.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trigger Happy</title><content type='html'>Cockroaches. Be it Periplaneta americana or Blatta, I treat them all with equal disgust.  With roaches, size DOES matter.  I’m having flashbacks of the time when I joined a study group session at Aldi’s and we found a roach that looked like a prehistoric, evolution-forgotten creature. It was roughly the size of a badly squelched trilobite. Looked a lot like it too. *shudder*  Roaches get bonus points for flying. Aaaaagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to the apartment, armed to the teeth with anti-pest products.  I think I made the owner of Baygon a whole lot richer in a single shopping trip.  I also bought Blattanex, a highly recommended product by  my Auntie Ces. Apart from those things, I also brought a huge canister of Lysol for my oh-my-God-they-crawled-here paranoid moments.  Roaches and their damn cooties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day I moved in, I was soooo tired that I wanted to go to sleep right away…but I just HAD to at least use the Baygon chalk. Haha. After closing every door and attempting to seal every crevice accessible to those mortifying insects, I literally drew a line around my territory.  My inter-species way of saying “Bugs, Lynduh goes this way and you guys...er…go away”.  Imagine me walking around in my jammies, crankily scraping Baygon chalk on the base of every door.  Hehe.  I had my first victim this morning (found it twitching on the kitchen floor), and I was only able to summon up the courage to sweep it outside a few minutes ago (it wasn’t moving anymore and it looked satisfyingly crusty = uber dead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After orientation day, I had more time and more energy (I took a 2-hour nap out of boredom) for my anti-ipis campaign.  The instructions on the Blattanex label said that I should apply 5mm-radius dots in discreet corners near suspected cockroach breeding grounds.  Okay, one, there’s no way in hell I’m going near the frickin’ suspected breeding grounds. Two, I’m overly paranoid with those creatures, so discreetly placed 5mm-radius dots wouldn’t do the trick for me.  I don’t give a hoot if the small syringe costs around 200 bucks, basta dapat mamatay silang lahat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I’m just waiting for more victims.  Hopefully, they’d choose to die outside (the i-want-to-see-the-sun-for-the-last-time urges, if it’s applicable to those pesky Arthropods) so I won’t have to wait for them to stop writhing and go crusty before sweeping the damn floor.  Oh wait, I just remembered that I wanted to spray Lysol where I found the first kill. Wahahah. Die, roaches, DIE!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-115027098104516573?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/115027098104516573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=115027098104516573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/115027098104516573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/115027098104516573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/06/trigger-happy.html' title='Trigger Happy'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114793611019089383</id><published>2006-05-18T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:08:30.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain, Go Away -- What, are you cRaZy??!</title><content type='html'>I'm a rain person. While most people feel depressed whenever threatening clouds huddle in the sky, I become giddy with the prospect of having a rainy day ahead. I love everything about it! I especially like the earthy smell that wafts into my room just as the first raindrops start to fall on the ground. As soon as i take a whiff, i always drop whatever I'm doing and run to the balcony to silently urge the light drizzle to turn into a steady downpour (sorry sa mga nagcocommute :D). Sometimes, the sky doesn't need further encouragement as humongous raindrops grace the earth, but I'd still run out into the balcony anyway to get drenched. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storms bring out my not-so-inner child. My younger sisters would sit around and look outside gloomily, until they see their usually grumpy Ate running like a crazy kid towards the garden. Not to be outdone, Leila and Aea would both grab their towels, fling them on the dining chairs and run outside with flailing arms and all. We'd usually play tag, take turns spinning Aea around and doing zany dances in our soaked pajamas. Ynna, the sleepyhead, is always the calmest one of the group. She'd walk slowly down the stairs with her towel and stare at us from the shelter of the dining room, contemplating whether she really wanted to join us or not. Leila, Aea and I would yell out "Corny!", "Tara na!", "Masaya!" in the middle of taunting chicken dances until Ynna finally shrugs and charges to the garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana di mashadong umulan pag med na. I'll be living alone then. No garden to dance in, no silly kids to spin around, no one to persuade into dancing in the rain...just me and my textbooks. Then again, I love reading din naman when it rains. Ah well, i still love the rain, no point being senti about it. I just hope it pours when I come home every weekend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-114793611019089383?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/114793611019089383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=114793611019089383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114793611019089383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114793611019089383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/05/rain-rain-go-away-what-are-you-crazy.html' title='Rain, Rain, Go Away -- What, are you cRaZy??!'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114793606712908545</id><published>2006-05-18T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:07:47.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errand Girl</title><content type='html'>On a regular school day, I'd be really ticked off if i were given a lot of errands for one day. Right now, i feel great about it. Felt great crossing out each and every single item on my list. I'm a list person. I like writing down whatever I need to finish for the day and crossing them out one by one. Yeah, I know it sounds so OC, but i yearn for that sense of accomplishment at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astig pa kasi i ran around QC for three hours, getting my clearance, applying for school stuff, claiming a parcel, retrieving moolah, buying stuff, etc. Normally, it'd take me a day and i won't even finish half of my list. Wala lang. Natutuwa ako sa araw na to. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as i finished wrapping Aea's books with Leila, Emong came over to drop off a pasta dish that he cooked. Astig! Sarap!! My family ate at this posh italian restaurant in Tagaytay na suuuuuuuuuuper sarap yung pasta about a month ago, and Emong's pasta tasted exactly like the dish i ordered! I told him to start a business eventually for extra income...i swear, dun ako kakain parati! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this day. :) There's something nice about waking up in the morning (hey, 9am is pretty early by my standards) and having stuff to do without being nagged about it. I'm not a complete sloth naman, I just don't like being rushed. Promise, kahit utusan pa ko buong araw ok lang, basta wag akong bigyan ng deadlines. Hehe. Hmmm...so THAT's why i'm grumpy when i have classes. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-114793606712908545?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/114793606712908545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=114793606712908545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114793606712908545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114793606712908545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/05/errand-girl.html' title='Errand Girl'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114793575008207527</id><published>2006-05-18T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:02:30.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fool Behind the Wheel</title><content type='html'>My dad asked me to pay the waterbill today and I agreed instantly, since i had other errands as well. Speed Construction (Soliven's own company) provides water for our entire subdivision (not Manila Water or MWSS) so i was supposed to find out where their field office is located. I had no idea where to start...all i knew was that it was somewhere in LGV. I asked different guards and went as far as the LGVHAI main office, but all they could tell me was that it was somewhere in Moscow St. As soon as I took note of the street, I went off to find the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got as far as Phase two when realization hit me: i had no idea where Moscow was (don't get smart with me, i'm talking about the street here :P). Come to think of it, whenever someone mentions a street in the i-know-blah-blah-from-blah-blah-in-LGV, I always nod as if i actually knew where that person lived. It just struck me that I never thought that LGV was actually a pretty big place. Sure, I'll never get lost inside it, but i don't take note of the street names and stuff. I'd be better off when asked for instructions going to, say, Robinson's Place from Katipunan, than if asked how to go to a particular house in our village. Wala lang. Naisip ko lang. Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went round and round, asking several guards (again) where the darn street was. Grabe, I felt like such an idiot driving back and forth in my own village looking for a particular street. Heck, the office should provide the residents with a map of this danged subdivision. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, nahanap ko naman din yung office after several wrong turns and after going to three different construction sites (shame! malay ko ba??). Hehehe. Lalang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-114793575008207527?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/114793575008207527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=114793575008207527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114793575008207527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114793575008207527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/05/fool-behind-wheel.html' title='The Fool Behind the Wheel'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114693542508270396</id><published>2006-05-07T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T01:10:25.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Devil</title><content type='html'>have you ever had this feeling of extreme unrest from time to time? more importantly, have you done anything relatively insane recently? in the past month? in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been the wildchild in almost all barkadas i've had so far. i'm the unpredictable, moody, &lt;em&gt;pasimuno ng kalokohan &lt;/em&gt; person with the fake, er, responsible-meek-and-mild expression (or so people say). i've been in rough spots before, but no one can ever argue that i had tons of fun. some of my friends won't even believe that i'm (partly) decent na. i'm a good girl now. really. 0:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not look like a weird freaky partygirl or anything and i can be really boring (as in SNORE to the highest degree), but i can smack anyone with detailed accounts of my previously crazy life in a snap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't even begin any of those stories here. just ask me face to face and brace yourself. hehe. but then a wakeup call came, in the form of failing grades (yep, i passed 7 units out of 19 in one sem and had 2 5s the following semester) and my ego was bruised beyond recognition. i know i'm not a moron or even close to being a complete idiot, but i flunked. i couldn't bear giving teachers the chance to jab me left and right with killer exams that i knew i could've passed if only i decided to take them seriously. so i stuffed my unpredictable self in an imaginary duffel bag for a while and it certainly paid off. sometimes i regret having let it go that far. sometimes i think about what i could have achieved if i've taken everything seriously from day one. but at least i know myself better now. i guess i needed those failures in a way. i had to be scared, to be threatened enough, for me to decide that i'm going to be on top of my game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i trade all those party nights for more study time? would i take it back if i had the chance? i really don't know. if i passed all my subjects (as in flat out tres manlang), i would've gone on drinking before exams. i would've continued to drive under the influence at 3am on a school night, thinking i'd get away with it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by now i know WHEN i can be on my all-out party mode. i don't live the haphazard life  anymore.  a girl's gotta have fun before life sucks the life out of her, but it's more of a flexible mantra than an unbreakable rule. kinda confusing huh? then again, the wildchild's out, so nothing's supposed to make sense right now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-114693542508270396?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/114693542508270396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=114693542508270396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114693542508270396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114693542508270396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/05/crazy-devil.html' title='Crazy Devil'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114693530227833349</id><published>2006-05-07T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T01:08:22.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction guaranteed</title><content type='html'>I have this constant battle with contentment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's time to relax (like now, for instance), i feel so...useless? lazy? maybe unsettled would be a better word. I promised myself that I'd kick back and relax for two whole months after all the bio sh*t I've gone through. So here I am, wolfing down anything i lay my eyes on, smoking like a chimney and getting headaches from oversleeping. Everything's just peachy. But then I get bored most of the time, not doing anything particularly productive. Maybe i'm just used to being under tremendous amounts of stress that i find all this free time a bit unnerving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On regular school days, I neither eat well nor sleep much. I still smoke like a chimney, but at least I can use the well-worn i'm-too-stressed-to-slow-down line as an excuse. I complain a lot which gives people the impression that i'm unhappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm in my element, in my zone so to speak, i have this tendency to skip meals just to finish my academic requirements. It's not that i don't have the time to eat, it's just that i somehow feel like i have to be literally hungry in order to strive for something. Whereas most people can't think on an empty stomach, i can't do the opposite. Digestion is tedious and yes, i do notice that above the cellular level. After meals i'm usually slow and sleepy, so no pre-paper binge fests for me, thank you. &lt;br /&gt;Getting more than 7 hours of sleep is a surefire way for me to be sluggish for the rest of the day, which feels annoyingly the same as having a nasty hangover after booze night. Hey wait, I'm not entirely abnormal...I do need to sleep at some point,but I'm more of a night person. I like working late when everyone else is asleep. No disturbance, no noise, no phonecalls or text messages to answer. I like curling up in my comfy computer chair and being all-out OC without anyone teasing me about the whole dorky setup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Wardstone Chronicles, the Apprentice was trained by the Spook to work on an empty stomach. He said that people are more susceptible to dangers when they're physically satisfied. The same rule is applicable to anacondas. As soon as the snake detects a threat, it regurgitates its meal, knowing that it can't put up a fight while it's digesting tons and tons of meat. hmm...maybe i was an anaconda in my past life. hehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a saying that satisfaction is the antithesis of productivity. when a person is entirely content with his/her life, it becomes harder to move his/her ass. seriously. maybe human nature is all about discontent. accomplishments are not so fulfilling if you didn't get your face smashed into a mudhole for a while. challenges can break you, but overcoming them is priceless. i may whine, groan and complain about all the nasty patches i've had in college but i'm inwardly smiling about how i got through them anyway. for anyone who fears stagnation, satisfaction is the enemy. there's plenty of time to gloat about your accomplishments in the afterlife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-114693530227833349?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/114693530227833349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=114693530227833349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114693530227833349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114693530227833349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/05/satisfaction-guaranteed.html' title='Satisfaction guaranteed'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114662563498896991</id><published>2006-05-03T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T11:14:04.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toe cheese and Dad conversations</title><content type='html'>I had an uber funny cenversation with Bel on YM kanina...we were laughing so hard, i decided to post it out of boredom. hehehe. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilyn: so nag aaway kayo sa house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: oo. kahapon pa. actually, more of silent treatment kagabi. hindi ko talaga sha pinapansin at nagpapacute sha. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew. lalong nakakainis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: kanina, he had visitors and i couldnt care less for being rude to him dahil nagdadabog ako to his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilyn: hahahhahahha...i can't get over the nagpapacute part &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: gross diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilyn: hahahahha...gross, but i definitely get it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilyn: hay nako, si itay dear naman ay may bagong morning habit...he wakes up early in the am and crawls into my bed like a kid. maaraw at mainit daw kase sa room nila so he sleeps in my room from 7am-10am. blech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilyn: parang ang sweet nga when you think about it, kaso ang lakas nyang humilik, nagigising tuloy ako!!! plus he sleeps in the opposite orientation so minsan katapat ng muka ko yung paa nya and dinadagan nya yung paa nya sa pillow ko. eww. TOE CHEESE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: ang cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute ng dad mo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: pero god, if my dad did that, i swear, i'll storm out of my room, slam the door and lck him up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilyn: hahahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilyn: yeah, mej natatawa nga ako kse parang lambing nya yun since i'm leaving in a month, pero still!!! minsan ako yung lumilipat sa room nya, tinitiis yung init and all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: ngayon ko lang nabasa yung toe cheese!! sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!! benta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilyn: hahahah!! that's what i used to call emong..him and his flaky feet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: haahahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilyn: and i used to say flaky feet right in front of him too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: KADIRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilyn: kaya pag 115 lec, tinataas nya paa nya sa tabi ng chair ko. ewwwww!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: LYN!!!! IM EATIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;bel1: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: okay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilyn: sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: sumisigaw na talaga lo dito!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: im having ham and cheese omelet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: and my sister's eating cornflakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilyn: sobra naman akong natatawa sayo while smoking kaya may staccato bursts of smoke dito &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: ang sakit sa uloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilyn: oops &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilyn: wag mo nalang isipin yung paa ni emong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: i didnt even notice what we were eating until i had to leave to get a glass of water sa sobrang tawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: shet. ung paa ni emong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: grabe. im so saving this conversation. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilyn: hahahahhah!!! ako din...tas papabasa ko kay emong sometime &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel1: hahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahah&gt; ))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-114662563498896991?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/114662563498896991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=114662563498896991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114662563498896991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114662563498896991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/05/toe-cheese-and-dad-conversations.html' title='Toe cheese and Dad conversations'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114662552588455512</id><published>2006-05-03T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T11:05:25.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of blogs and journals</title><content type='html'>i've only plunged into the vanity-plagued world of blogs and journals fairly recently. wait, that's not fair to everyone pala..keeping track of one's life is not a completely narcisstic endeavor naman (self-saving remark). oops, my bad. :P now i can't make up my mind whether i should update my blog or write in my journal or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for years, the closest thing i had to a journal was this thick notebook with half-filled pages of boylet stories. damn, ang landi ng dating. haha. it was more of a kilig logbook which served as a remedy whenever i'm nursing one of them i-hate-the-world episodes. haven't written in it for the longest time though. so matino na nga ako. haha. plus it doubles as an amusing bathroom reading material when i'm bored with all the decent publications in our bookshelves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging is a way for me to publicize my rants, raves and other stuff na i'm willing to share with the world at large. references to people can range from actual names to partially vague descriptions, depending on whether what i'm writing about them is fantastic or horrible. plus when i'm too tamad to write legibly (usually when i want to relay stories that are overly detailed), it's usually much more convenient to type, what with my scientific-paper-writing-trained fingers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my old fashioned journal is much more private (obviously!), cheesy, disorganized and definitely much much more intriguing. don't you just want to read it?? hahaha. fat chance. i'll probably leave it to one of my kids as part of my last will and testament just so they'd know their mother wasn't completely boring. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay, iba talaga ang walang magawa...friendster galore ito. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-114662552588455512?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/114662552588455512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=114662552588455512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114662552588455512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114662552588455512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/05/of-blogs-and-journals.html' title='Of blogs and journals'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114658762646781637</id><published>2006-05-03T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:33:46.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/with%20bing.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/320/with%20bing.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic with Bing during our sleepover-slash-trigger-happy-hose-down-everyone night&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-114658762646781637?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/114658762646781637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=114658762646781637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114658762646781637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114658762646781637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/05/pic-with-bing-during-our-sleepover.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114658660937274253</id><published>2006-05-03T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:16:49.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The REAL Ditz Fit: Shopping with Lulu</title><content type='html'>Yep, you guessed it. After a loooooooong entry about shopping (see previous post), the main story's here. Hehehe. The first post should serve as my semi-apologetic-half-indignant introduction-slash-disclaimer. Just so people wouldn't think I'm a complete airhead. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was May 1, Labor Day, the last of the three-day sale at any imaginable mall in all cities. Since it was a holiday, Lulu was free to run around for errands so I offered to tag along. I promised to go as her adviser (yes, kailangan meron!) on her quest for the perfect summer shades ever since I bought my summer pair and she also hoped to have a couple of rubber stamps made for her clinic/office documents. The only thing I had on my To Buy list was a belly ring/stud since I'm having my tempo stud removed next Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a practical note, we decided to go to SM North since that's where the stamp-making shop was. We went there around lunchtime to beat the crowd. The Digi-Stamp stall was sooooo cool! We watched the attendant create rubber stamps from scratch in less than 20 minutes. The whole time I was thinking "I gotta get me one of these things when I'm older!!" -- not the stamps, but the machine. Hehehe. Astig tlaga, I swear! B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we crossed out one item from our agenda amazingly fast, we continued walking around the mall like hyperactive springy sprites. Next stop: Flywear. We singled out a pair of shades right away, but decided to come back for it after checking out i2i kc it felt kinda off na ang bilis ng progress namin. We went back for it anyway after 10 minutes. Hehe. Then we browsed inside Simple Joys for creative ideas on my Dad's birthday present and came out with nothing. I saw this fantastic jewelry box, but I wanted to smack my forehead when it occurred to me that I wanted that for myself. Tsk tsk. Couldn't help it. :D I had to go to the bathroom and on our way there, Lulu and I checked out a couple of jewelry stores for navel studs. Nothing appealed to me much so I headed to the restroom. Lulu said she'd wait for me outside but when I got out (walang pila, kakaiba!), she wasn't there. I texted her but then I got impatient so I called her after a few minutes. She kept rejecting my calls, which was odd. Suddenly, I thought that maybe her phone was stolen or something and I couldn't spot her anywhere near the restrooms. It was weird but kinda funny that a grown woman like me felt like screaming "MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMY!!" like a lost kid in a crowd. Hehehe. :P She came running towards me a couple of minutes later, holding a gigantic paperbag. She had this excited smile and said she ran to get the perfect grad gift for me. As soon as I saw the Simple Joys tag on the bag, I started hopping up and down (i swear, sometimes i act like a 6-year-old) excitedly. We had a 60-second squeal-giggle-hug-fest that made other people stare at us for a while. I was sooooo thrilled, I wanted to cry. Hihihi. &lt;sheepish grin&gt; I love you Lulieeeeeeeee!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get over our show-stopping episode, we continued to walk around the mall in search for better albeit cheaper belly rings. Ang mahal pala nun, leche :P We ended up browsing in the department store and we spotted summer clothes at one area. Even though we weren't looking for anything in particular, Lulu wanted to try on a pair of boardshorts and I tried on a bikini for damayan's sake (eto nanaman ako!! hahahah). Aba mirakulo at nagustuhan namin pareho! And since we were in the department store, those garments were waaaaaaaaaaay beyond cheap and looked durable naman so we bought them without second thoughts. Unthinkable. Amazing talaga. Belat to all those people who blow off loads of cash on mediocre, skimpy clothes. Sure beats the tiangge, grabe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we pigged out on chicharon bituka, bulaklak and gizzard. Hehe, we really can't get the UP cravings out of our systems even after leaving UP behind. After our cholesterol fest, we found the ultimate bakla belly stud at The Bead Shop. It was pricey, but at least it looked great. Ahh, mission accomplished. We finished early, by the way. Thank God at mababaliw ata ako if I hear the closing jingle of another mall without completing our set agenda. We sat in the parking lot, resting our feet while drinking Zagu shakes contentedly. All in all, our half-planned shopping trip was a success. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: some of the shops I mentioned ought to give me something for endorsing their products. hmphft. i wouldn't even dream of turning down a free belly stud from The Bead Shop. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-114658660937274253?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/114658660937274253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=114658660937274253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114658660937274253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114658660937274253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/05/real-ditz-fit-shopping-with-lulu.html' title='The REAL Ditz Fit: Shopping with Lulu'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114658657689447881</id><published>2006-05-03T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:16:16.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditz Fit: Shopping</title><content type='html'>Women's affinity for shopping is something that would forever elude men. When guys go out and buy stuff, that's really all there is to it. They go out, find what they're looking for, and go straight to the cashier to pay for it. Daya. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things about women that seem too cliche-ish like us being shoe addicts and shopping maniacs. I was against all those things that portrayed women as shallow ditzy people. When I was younger, I used to think that girls who wore makeup and looked picture-perfect all the time either had no brains or HAD to look good because that was their only asset. Chauvinistic female? Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as life would have it, some things are simply inevitable. No matter how I struggled against it, I do love shopping and I do look longingly at glam shoes from time to time. Yeah well, I haven't completely gotten rid of the impulse to roll my eyes whenever one of the self-labeled "IT" girls (a questionable claim indeed) raves about some weird thing she calls "Step Ins" (that's what my grandmother used to call slippers too, you know) for the sake of making it known to the world that she's an "IT" girl and I still have the irrepressible urge to throw disgusted looks to a group of "IT" girls fussing about makeup when it's absolutely inappropriate. Poser Losers. I don't like it either when girls i barely know try to strike a conversation with me with shopping as an icebreaker. It's almost like coming up to me and saying "You're shallow just like me--and I think about nothing else but clothes, makeup and boys". Eurggghhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk with my girlfriends about shopping and I don't feel the slightest discomfort about it either. Part of it is due to the fact that we don't go gaga over some ridiculously overpriced branded thing. For us, the thrill lies in the bargain, much to the dismay of the unlucky males who unwittingly got dragged into the supposedly all-female shopping gimmicks. Besides, we don't scream about our shopping escapades, fervently hoping that someone would overhear us and think we're conyo. We're not, and we don't pretend to be. Eww to Poser Losers again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all those things I said, shopping does make me happy. I really can't explain it...one of those female quirks that makes Gau laugh whenever I try to indignantly deny ever having them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the guys got one thing straight...women ARE complicated. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-114658657689447881?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/114658657689447881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=114658657689447881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114658657689447881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114658657689447881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/05/ditz-fit-shopping.html' title='Ditz Fit: Shopping'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114658644172343689</id><published>2006-05-03T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:14:01.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/Image%2802%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/320/Image%2802%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-114658644172343689?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/114658644172343689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=114658644172343689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114658644172343689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114658644172343689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/05/woohoo-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114658731191243013</id><published>2006-04-29T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:28:31.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elites Sleepover</title><content type='html'>ok wait, scratch the "sleep" part cuz that's one thing we didn't do. grabe, bangag pa rin ako right now..3 hours of sleep and another gimmick coming up. i'm gonna die. heck, i don't even feel like writing right now...wala lang tlaga akong magawa while waiting for gau and lulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Elites (short for eliterates, hehehe) spent the night at my house since beige is supposed to leave for the states this weekend (i'm not entirely sure when). glad to know that she's gonna postpone her flight para naman di bitin ang aming long-overdue reunion. so anyway, nothing much happened while we were waiting for her to leave a party in LGV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we picked her up at 2am from her friend's house and we dragged a very drunk, very haliparot beige (yes beige, VERRRRRRYYYYY haliparot!!) into my car and up the stairs. wahaha. we didn't really have particular plans for (what's left of) the night, the only certain agenda was for the 5 of us (miss you Tatin!!) to flounder around in the kiddie pool. yeah, sobrang init kasi, hindi na namin kinaya..and we were frustrated about not having our beach plans push through, so pinatos namin pati yung inflatable kiddie pool sa bahay. it was large enough anyway. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came an unforseen obstacle. we assumed that the pool would fill up fast enough, but apparently, we neglected to fator in the size of the pool plus the rate of flow of water from the hose. sorry, i think i'm the only one who actually liked math before and now i've given up on it, so mali talaga ang assumption namin. hahaha. so anyway, we changed into our suits narin to prep up and to get out of our stifling clothes (i swear, ang init tlaga, kakaiba!!). as usual, pics were taken, all of us half-bangag with sleep (one, laughing hysterically due to extreme amounts of alcohol in her bloodstream).  so there we were, 5 grown women acting like kids, running around my patio in bikinis. fun noh?? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were so impatient by 3am (at which the water was just ankle-deep) that at some point, i just started hosing down people. wahahaha! my main target was beige..masarap pagtripan ang lasing eh! &gt;:D anyway, we got into the pool while waiting for it to fill up. we took more pics which amazingly looked like we were in a real pool. asteg! hahaha. by the time the pool had sufficient water in it, we were all tulala and more bangag...it was 5am. we had loads of fun though, exchanging edgy hirits and laughing like hyenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dropped them off at katipunan (well si beige sa bahay nya tlaga) right after i took a bath. no sleep still. i bought coffee at mcdo on my way here and scalded my tongue and palate as soon as i took a small sip. demmit. i should've asked for ice cubes or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended up here at gaui's apartment, waiting for him and lulu to finish their duty/work. i slept for 3 hours and now i'm awake even though i still want to crawl back into bed and die.  i'm on my second cup of coffee for the day, doesn't matter that it's high noon and i'm sweating like a pig. agh, i can't really organize my thoughts right now, i'll just post another entry when i'm more lucid. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-114658731191243013?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/114658731191243013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=114658731191243013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114658731191243013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114658731191243013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/04/elites-sleepover.html' title='Elites Sleepover'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114615856207849593</id><published>2006-04-28T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T01:22:42.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a whim</title><content type='html'>i've repeatedly thought about having my navel pierced since...er..grade 7 (i think), and i usually let the crazy impulse pass. the farthest i've gone was to inquire about the price in a reputable place. at least until this afternoon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine (shempre di ko masabi, hayaan ko na syang mag publicize ng kanyang sariling kalokohan, hehe) asked if i could go with him to Galle and i did, without knowing what he wanted to do there. malay ko ba, kala ko naman he had errands or something. he told me he wanted to INQUIRE about getting a tattoo and i mentioned about my belly piercing frustrations, so he asked me to inquire as well, for damayan purposes lang dapat. i asked about the pricing details and he did too and that was it...or so i thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as he found out na pwedeng i-charge yung gastos, he suddenly wanted to have the tattoo done for sure. as right that very minute. nervous as he was, i guess he didn't want to go through it alone so he proposed to pay for MY piercing too. i finally conceded when he told me he wouldn't push through with his tattoo unless i went for the offer. i thought, what the heck, sayang naman ang ipinunta namin dun, i've always wanted to do this anyway and i probably won't do it on my own. :P grabe, para kmeng mga nininerbyos na mga bata when we walked back in the shop. yeah sure, i've had more than my fair share of masochistic tendencies, but i wasn't prepared for it at all!! to think na i've always been thinking about it but never had the guts all these years then *boom!*, payag lang agad?? but i already said yes and i didn't want to pass up the opportunity. chalk it up as one of my crazy impulses fueled my another one's crazy proposal. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was surprisingly quick and relatively painless. astig, i swear!! :D  coming from someone who's terrified of needles (yeah, i am), that's really something. i watched him get his tattoo, which looked far more excruciating than my 15 seconds worth of tension. we came out of the shop with giddy smiles and a whole lotta jokes about our weird bonding incident. coolness! i still can't get over it. hehehehe. since i got home, i've been showing it off to my sisters, heck, even the maids, and everyone else who cared to look. heheheh. wala lang, one more thing crossed out from my wacky-stuff-to-do-before-i-die list. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-114615856207849593?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/114615856207849593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=114615856207849593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114615856207849593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114615856207849593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-whim.html' title='On a whim'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114615852823472995</id><published>2006-04-28T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T01:22:08.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>underweight?? UNBELIEVABLE.</title><content type='html'>i went to St. Luke's for my physical exam before enrolment and the attending physician's only advice was for me was to pack in a couple of pounds. she said i was below the target weight for my height, which was pretty surprising after my Holy Week binge fest. go figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are only three plausible explanations for my being underweight: 1) the stress-filled days of the second sem took a greater toll than i imagined, 2) my thyroid, having been unchecked yet again, is going on overdrive for the nth time, or 3) muscle is heavier than fat, so maybe i'm all fat and no muscle. i'm personally leaning on the third hypothesis since i've been eating like a pig since there's nothing much to do around here (cross out #1) and i've been religiously taking my antithyroid medicine (cross out #2). so that means i'd have to start working out again. drat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-114615852823472995?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/114615852823472995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=114615852823472995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114615852823472995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114615852823472995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/04/underweight-unbelievable.html' title='underweight?? UNBELIEVABLE.'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114433392935727357</id><published>2006-04-06T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:32:09.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wawa Gaui ko :(</title><content type='html'>grabe, i've been so excited about going to med for as long as i can remember..but seeing how taxing it is on gau brought me crashing back to earth. he just started his clerkship (4th year med), where he's supposed to have rounds for most of the time. grabe, they don't even have weekends or breaks anymore, they only get time off after shifts and during holidays. worse, his school year has already begun. as in april 1 pa. shet, kakastart pa ngalang ng break ko eh! :P wawa baby ko :( so this saturday, i'm gonna spoil him. i'll be a gaui slave. hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero still, i think it's pretty exciting. one more huge step towards being a doctor. i guess the road to your ultimate dream will never be easy, but sheer determination can get you through. besides, as long as you know that it'll help you get the kind of future that you want, then i guess it won't be so bad. i complain a lot about bio and other acad work, but half of me loves the adrenaline rush, the tension and the stress...ok, maybe 1/3 of me likes all those stuff. hehehehe. still, med school, here i come!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-114433392935727357?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/114433392935727357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=114433392935727357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114433392935727357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114433392935727357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/04/wawa-gaui-ko.html' title='wawa Gaui ko :('/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114428906127175046</id><published>2006-04-06T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:04:21.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secret? talaga lang ha.</title><content type='html'>i have to react. i swear, i'm on a roll tonight. i just can't seem to reign in my aversion to unbelievable people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has secrets, but no one ever keeps them. it's apparently too taxing to muster enough self-control to keep one's mouth shut. people figure they could just shift the blame by saying "hey, i have to tell you something, but promise you won't tell anyone else..". and so goes the chain of secret-keeping until in the end, everyone knows about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the ultimate flaw? YOU. you're the first person who broke the rule by telling another soul.  i guess it's forgivable if you only meant to unburden yourself with guilt, but then someone's bound to have moral issues down the pseudo-chain of command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it finally comes out, you deny everything. you suddenly opt to have a massive episode of amnesia. you call the other person a liar and try to frantically retrieve your fragmented lies. give it a year and the truth comes out from your own mouth, you admit defeat in your i-made-a-mistake-but-i'm-glad-i-did-it manner, and you try to rationalize or worse, romanticize it. how can you still wake up in the morning and look at yourself in the mirror? at this point, all the bridges have been burned and all past relationships are irrepairable. you've just made a bigger fool out of yourself so don't expect people to appreciate your sudden dose of honesty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114428903369622311</id><published>2006-04-06T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:03:53.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the BOYPREN talk</title><content type='html'>it's stupid. it really is. i probably (sorry, i don't keep an exact count) have more guy friends than girl friends for simple reasons: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) it's easier to talk to guys cuz they don't have hangups like most girls do, or at least they don't wear their insecurities like badges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) guys don't have to blab about kikay stuff (i'm allergic to kikay talk in general) just to feel good about themselves. they don't go, "Pare, i went o the mall kanina and God, i saw the most fantastic pair of STEP-INS and i just had to buy it...but when i tried it on, i felt depressed kasi my feet were too mabuhok and fat so i had to go for a facial at this expensive spa". dear Lord, bakit ba pinanganak ang mga babaeng ganun??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) guy talk is plain and simple. they mean what they say and they say it in less than a minute. no sob stories to solicit your pity and succeeding cooperation. they go "pare pautang, bayaran kita bukas". o di ba? simple! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) bonding with guys don't require a tremendous amount of effort nor slavery. guys won't mind if you tell them you can't pick them up kasi it's out of your way. walang tampu-tampururot. guilt is not their ultimate tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. i don't get girls who start whispering about fictitious plots to steal their crushes/boyfriends. sorry hija, i'm taken. yes, i have my own boyfriend and i'm not interested in yours. and by the way, it's BOYFRIEND, not BOYPRRRRREN. stop sounding so cheap and maybe you can get another one. geez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i'm not giving girls in general a bad rep, it's just that i've been stuck for four years in a place teeming with these shameless types. i haven't been proven wrong yet since most of my friends ARE guys and no, i don't flirt with males to build friendships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-114428903369622311?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/114428903369622311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=114428903369622311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114428903369622311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/114428903369622311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2006/04/boypren-talk.html' title='the BOYPREN talk'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-114428896694851340</id><published>2006-04-06T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:02:46.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better than who?</title><content type='html'>why is it that even the most pathetic low-life on earth would still manage to think that s/he is better than other people? is it merely a default setting for human beings to think that way, like some sort of self-preserving mechanism? it's amusing to observe the way an individual behaves around different sorts of people. that is, it's amusing as long as you're not their point of reference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it weird that the most insecure person in the world can still look and the mirror and say "i'm better than her" or some other bullcrap. maybe it helps them go through the day without breaking down into tiny weepy pieces. whatever makes you happy, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't like people who point fingers and go "she's like this and like that and isn't that just so disgusting?" when in fact, they're the ones with the hidden stench. they're the ones you overhear in hallways saying "grabe, si blah blah, she's so malandi" and then their next topic of conversation is about a guy who's (pardon me, these are direct quotes..di ako ganito magsalita talaga) "masarap dilaan" or "the guy whom i'd share forbidden exploits with". just reading/hearing about it makes me want to take a bath all over again just to get rid of my spastic, disgusted reaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my four years in bio, after all the laboratory exercises involving some of the grossest animals (try dissecting a roach), i've finally concluded that the most appalling being on earth is the female human in heat. no, i'm not being a hypocrite. yeah sure, it's normal to get the hots for some guy and fecundity/fertility is a good thing, but the way some CRASS people react to it just wants to make me barf! bonus points to those who can't keep it to themselves and just HAVE to share their escapades/fantasies with the rest of the human race. this is probably the only time i'm gonna side with the moms, the lolas, and all the other prude-ish people. this time, i'd have to agree with their arguments that start with "hoy, ka-babae mong tao...". sana lang tablan pa ang mga taong yun despite the thick carapace covering their faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-114428896694851340?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/320/Image.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!! stitches ko :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110941280386601864?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110941280386601864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110941280386601864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110941280386601864'/><link rel='self' 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couch time while enjoying my lola's munchies, since i was allowed to eat na. the surgeon visited to check up on me and to tell me that i can be discharged on that day. i went home at 2pm, lola moves and all. :) now i'm back here, typing in my room, enjoying nicotine kicks (i've smoked like, half the pack already!!) and yakult and milk. ick. i never liked milk before, but it's nice when you're sick. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being sick once in a while is nice, having an excuse for being a brat, having special food (okay,noodles isn't so great, but what the heck) and having people who wish you well and take care of you in your most vulnerable state...but i want to pick up where i left off ASAP. i feel like i missed lotsa stuff that i'd normally happily skip (classes, mostly). i missed peach's event and the BTHS gig. :( astig pamandin yung gig (Aww, they missed me daw :D) and peach was really hoping i would come. pero ok narin...like lulu said, at least i'll be well-rested for another 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playing with the bed controls, lifting my torso and my legs alternately. when i tried to get up, i got woozy and laid back down. we chatted after it subsided and i can't remember much.. the after effects of the anesthetics were still there. after a couple of hours, juno showed up from his med school interview. we were talking incessantly and i had a 2nd attempt to get up, but i just got so nauseated that i turned away. they immediately rushed over to see what was wrong and i turned to the other side and threw up all over the bed. ick. that was so0o0o0o embarrassing!! they both kept stroking my head while trying to clean up the mess and called the nurse's station to get new beddings. bah, that was disgusting. at ung lagay na yun, walang laman stomach ko! pure bile. ick. oversharing. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we were all quiet for sometime until i recovered. my lola and tita dropped by to visit me and brought food din. i wasn't allowed to eat anything, so i told juno &amp; lulu to eat the food so i wouldn't be tempted. yes, nag-food trip ang dalawa eventually, i was allowed to drink juice but i barfed it out (into a plastic bag...natuto na kami) on my third attempt to get up :P hay, lahat yun sa harap ni lulu, juno &amp; inna (another orgmate who now studies at st. luke's nursing school) kahiya-hiya. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, my catheter (yaaaack, another experience i'd rather forget) was removed while lulu &amp; juno were outside. when they came back in, i was standing up and changing the channels on the tv (nawawala ang remote. olats.). they were sooo funny, the ran around like frantic parents trying to put me back to bed without tripping on my IV tube. :) afterwards, they went down again to buy halo-halo (grabe, mang inggit ba?!) when i was falling asleep. i guess they were about to go out the door when juno ran back, kissed me on the forehead and whispered that they'd be back in a few minutes. ever so pasaway, i hopped (okay, crawled) out of bed, stole the bag of chips my lola brought and ate it under the covers. malamang, nahuli din nila ako with orange-tipped fingers and all. bulok ang performance level!!! hehehehehehe. :D i just grinned sheepishly and gave up the chips, i've practically eaten the whole bag anyway. hey, i chewed CAREFULLY!!! juno smoked in the bathroom and i tried to convince him to let me have a puff or two..i could see that he was considering it (hahahah, walang maaawa sa isang smoker, kundi kapwa smoker din), but lulu glared at him and pulled me away from the bathroom door. i pouted and oblingingly went back to bed. when juno came back, they explained my new nickname: tamagotchi. i'm like a baby pet daw, pasaway and grumpy and entirely helpless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 6pm, they had to leave again kse it was getting late na at malayo pa ang mga bahay nila.. they each gave me a hug, a kiss, another hug (ulit) and told me they loved me so0o0o0o0o much and hoped that i'd get better soon. man, i really felt like one spoiled tamagotchi :) i slept when they left and woke up when gaui came. after that, i had my 1st stick in 1.5 days. tee hee! then, we both fell asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110934836582928459?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110934836582928459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110934836582928459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110934836582928459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110934836582928459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2005/02/part-4-ang-haba.html' title='part 4--ang haba!!'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110934827491376603</id><published>2005-02-26T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T00:17:54.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>part 3</title><content type='html'>i haven't even settled into my room yeat when the resident came in to see me. daddy was on his way back to the office (he'd come back daw after fixing stuff up sa house and sa office for my supposedly overnight hospital stay) and gaui went back to his apartment to get his acad paraph so i was pretty much alone. the resident carefully explained to me na my surgeon (na friend pala ni daddy, astig!!) wanted me to undergo surgery that night kse wala nang available rooms for thursday in case my appendix ruptured that morning. he said na it was progressing so inevitable na namag-rupture sya during the next 24 hours so he wanted to get it out before it gets complicated. i asked him how come it doesn't hurt anymore if that's the case (yes, ever to impertinent..mahal ang surgery noh!!) and he palpated my tummy to make sure i wasn't lying about it. ahh yes, i was caught lying through my teeth, my face just crumpled when he got to the right lower quadrant (naks naman, may technical jargon na kong nalalaman dahil sa early crash tests ni gau sakin about diagnostics). he smiled knowingly and said "hay nako, you can't hide it when it hurts..you need to undergo surgery agad." i asked him what time i was scheduled for and he said i was supposed to be prepping up na, at 9pm ang operation. crap!! it was 8:30 when he talked to me!! when my dad arrived, he confirmed the news by calling the surgeon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaui arrived at the same time as the nurse gave me a hospital gown and last minute instructions. after a few minutes, 2 orderlies arrived with a stretcher. shit, i was so nervous. gaui kissed me goodbye before i was wheeled out and i was trembling under the covers when we got to the elevators. at the operating room, the anesthesiologist explained that he was going to inject an anesthetic to my spine to make my lower body numb. i kept nodding and trembling as they injected something to make me sleep into my IV tube. then they asked me to turn to my side and i could barely do so cz i was feeling heavy as hell. the surgeon asked if i was getting sleepy and i just nodded and smiled (God, what a floozy..) and didn't remember anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they woke me up at the recovery room and told me that they'd put me back in my room as soon as my legs went back to normal, so i wiggled and struggled to get the feeling back in my rubbery legs. i wanted to be with gaui. my right foot was doing fine, but i couldn't feel my left one so i looked down and saw it doing weird wiggly jiggly things that i wasn't consciously ordering it to do. anlabo, i swear. it was like watching a moving alien part attached to your body or something. then i fell asleep again. i woke up the next day and watched gaui studying on the cot next to my bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110934827491376603?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110934827491376603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110934827491376603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110934827491376603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110934827491376603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2005/02/part-3.html' title='part 3'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110941241438491607</id><published>2005-02-26T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T18:23:32.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/640/4%20Mga%20bantay%20.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/320/4%20Mga%20bantay%20.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my angels in the ER&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110941241438491607?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110941241438491607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110941241438491607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110941241438491607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110941241438491607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-angels-in-er.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110941236157824204</id><published>2005-02-26T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T18:22:51.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/640/1%20No%20peechures!.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/320/1%20No%20peechures!.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaaaaaaaaaarks!!!! don't photograph me!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110941236157824204?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110941236157824204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110941236157824204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110941236157824204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110941236157824204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2005/02/yaaaaaaaaaarks-dont-photograph-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110934776477762162</id><published>2005-02-26T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T00:09:24.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plot -- na nagkatotoo -- KARMA ito!!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had makeup genetics lab &amp; lec that day because of the cancellation of classes last tuesday.  I decided to join the morning lab class para i can go to the math blgd to surprise juno after his exam. lulu and i plotted to constantly be there right after his exams para he wouldn't feel so bad anymore. i even planned to tell my teacher that i had a doctor's appointment at 2:30pm para i could leave class early kse my class was gonna end at 2:30 and juno's exam was supposed to end at 2pm. Karma ito. around 11am, i started feeling crummy during lab and i was getting squeamish while the teacher was giving instructions for our exercise due on tuesday. i excused myself and went to the bathroom just to check if i could still walk. i figured if i could walk, then i can still make it to the math building after 3 hours..boy, was i wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time lab class ended, i was so bent with pain so i asked macky to help me bring the laptop to my car. my whole right side ached down to my hip that i could hardly walk and macky jokingly offered to carry me downstairs. of course i refused, but had it been more painful than that, i'd have consented. grabe, i felt like i was gonna collapse at any minute. when we got to my car, i was gasping in pain and macky bought me a bottle of water while we waited for noel (the driver) to pick me up. i went straight to st. luke's to have myself checked at the ER afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad was waiting when i got there and gaui came over right after his class. i was there since 12:30pm and the test results came back at about 3:30pm. i really thought na appendicitis sya, but i was hoping for something milder (and grosser :P) like UTI or something para i can go home on that day narin. but then my urinalysis was normal and my CBC showed elevated levels of white blood cells, so the doctors said it was most probably appendicitis. they said i had to be confined for observation for at least 24 hours, even though di na gnon kasakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i texted juno and lulu na i couldn't meet up with them, and they were both soooooo worried when they found out na i was at the ER. juno even called to check if i was OK and was home na, and when i told him na i was gonna be confined, he told me na they were on their way to st. luke's. awwww. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they got there, i was still waiting for an available room, so they squeezed into my little cubicle to cheer me up and stuff. they made me laugh for the first time that day, even though i wasn't supposed to be laughing. they even took fonepics of me looking like a dazed weirdo on the stretcher. ick. :P they left at 6pm kse juno had to drive his mom somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110934776477762162?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110934776477762162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110934776477762162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110934776477762162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110934776477762162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2005/02/plot-na-nagkatotoo-karma-ito.html' title='The Plot -- na nagkatotoo -- KARMA ito!!'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110934727320243534</id><published>2005-02-25T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T00:01:13.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3-Day No-ligo Sentence</title><content type='html'>It's nice to be back home. Ahh, my own room, my own bed and pillows... :) i never thought i'd miss my bed so much :) I've just come back from the hospital. I was there for 3 days (2 days, technically speaking) because of acute congestive appendicitis.  i'll limit my entries to one day per entry para di mahaba..the kwentos will start with the next one. (see above)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110934727320243534?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110934727320243534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110934727320243534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110934727320243534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110934727320243534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-3-day-no-ligo-sentence.html' title='My 3-Day No-ligo Sentence'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110825294666640101</id><published>2005-02-13T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T08:02:26.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/640/146_4641.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/320/146_4641.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half-singing half-hosting sa alumni homecoming... :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110825294666640101?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110825294666640101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110825294666640101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110825294666640101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110825294666640101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2005/02/half-singing-half-hosting-sa-alumni.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110825247123403996</id><published>2005-02-13T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T07:54:31.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/640/146_4626.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/320/146_4626.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay nako, mag-nanay na haliparot!! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110825247123403996?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110825247123403996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110825247123403996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110825247123403996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110825247123403996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2005/02/hay-nako-mag-nanay-na-haliparot-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110825226871901432</id><published>2005-02-13T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T07:51:08.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/640/6%20moopie%20%26%20mopmop.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/320/6%20moopie%20%26%20mopmop.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moopie and mopmop moment...awww :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110825226871901432?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110825226871901432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110825226871901432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110825226871901432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110825226871901432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2005/02/moopie-and-mopmop-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110825215974183233</id><published>2005-02-13T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T07:49:19.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/640/145_4572.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/320/145_4572.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all dressed up...and still not ready for pics :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110825215974183233?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110825215974183233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110825215974183233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110825215974183233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110825215974183233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2005/02/all-dressed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110770903443662567</id><published>2005-02-07T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T00:57:14.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuuy Moment</title><content type='html'>intro lang: this entry is vague pra di naman obvious kung cno ang pinag uusapan :D para sa mga hindi makatiis ng ego trip, wag nyo na 'tong basahin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all dressed up for an event that night. it took us girls almost 2 hours to prepare as compared to the guys' 1-hour prep. yep, we were THAT meticulous about everything. i took a long hot bath, curled my hair, fussed over make up (damn make up, i hate it.), put on my new dress and wore ynna's super high stilettos.  as i made my way down, he stood at the foot of the stairs, mouth agape. (uuuy, ego boost :P) ahh, that moment made all the stressful preparations worth it. we had group pics, prom style, before leaving the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the event itself, we sat next to each other. after eating, we smoked outside the patio, far from everyone else. reciprocal appreciation followed (the typical i-swear-to-God-you-look-so-good-tonight conversation). we each put an arm around each other in a hug-turned-akbay attempt, wherein i tilted my head towards him and in turn, he rested his head on mine...then a camera flash went off and we saw that one of our friends took a picture of THE moment. note to self: acquire a copy of that pic ASAP. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the event was finished, we went to katipunan to chill out. we stayed at seattle's for a while, smoking our lungs out while ranting about vexy (the vexation in our lives) and bruddha (bruha na buddha sa laki ng tyan). we left nearly at 2 am and he held out his hand for me before i took a step down the stairs. heads turned while we were walking at medjo nakaka-intriga nga namang tignan ang dalawang bihis-na-bihis na taong naglalakad pababa ng hagdan. hehehe. actually, i think we looked a bit funny nga kse parang ang regal ng dating, parang kmeng highschool people going home from the prom. i walked with my hand on the crook of his arm the rest of the way to jammy's condo (where the rest of our friends were).. shet, dapat tlaga lagi akong naka killer heels...hehehhehehe. when we got there, he gave me his jacket so i wouldn't freeze to death..yes, dapat din lagi akong nakadress. hahaha. i forgot to give him his jacket back and it's still here beside me right now...smells so0o0o0o0o good.. wish i can keep it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110770903443662567?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110770903443662567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110770903443662567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110770903443662567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110770903443662567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2005/02/nuuy-moment.html' title='Nuuy Moment'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110770895386960711</id><published>2005-02-07T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T00:55:53.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Warm</title><content type='html'>a "keep warm" is someone from the opposite sex who's madly in love with you..someone whose hopes you keep up, without knowing why you do..someone whose presence boosts your ego, because you know that that person likes you despite of your flaws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may be attracted to that person, but there's something (or someONE else) holding you back. so basically, ginagago mo sya, whether you know it or not. pwedeng sinasadya, pwedeng hindi, pero ginagago mo parin sya. that's the bottomline of the keep warm story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks when you realize that you've been the "keep warm" of someone you really like.. and most of the time, someone else becomes YOUR "keep warm" just in case things don't work out with the person to whom you are a "keep warm" to. anlabo na ba? wala lang. thinking out loud moment. haha. damn you jamoi!! you and your apt terminology. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110770895386960711?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110770895386960711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110770895386960711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110770895386960711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110770895386960711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2005/02/keep-warm.html' title='Keep Warm'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110770889494577005</id><published>2005-02-07T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T00:54:54.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheering part two</title><content type='html'>we were 2nd on the list of competitors, and we were all nervous as hell. but when the music started, everything felt right. i didn't mind the errors we committed, lahat naman minor lang..and even if it were a major booboo, i don't think i'd have minded. we danced like true cheerleaders, the guys were uber cool abm boosters, everyone was smiling, my music cut was flawless (shempre may self-serving remark di ba?!!? hehehehe)..when we formed the pyramid, all of the units were stable, unlike the pyramids from the other teams. i got into a fit of giggles while i was upside down doing the bridge thing, but it turned out okay, di naman ako nahulog or anything..i'm still alive. hehe. yezz, gastardo sisters bridge na ito. ynna did the other bridge kse. so yun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it was announced that we won first place for cheering, we all freaked out!! for a while, i couldn't figure out what i was feeling...i was soooo happy that our efforts paid off (goodbye 140 exam, goodbye 119 exam..bagsak sa probset at ang saklap ng 101 lab exam..), and i felt so relieved that we maintained our title for the FOURTH year in a row!!! everything just bubbled up to the surface and i ended up like a madman, crying, laughing and screaming at the same time with matching hippity-hop-clap-pump-fist move. juno and lulu hugged me and everyone followed suit, almost tackling me to the court floor. i just wanted to lie down on the floor out of sheer relief and exhaustion..but then macky almost threw me towards the awarding area. hehe. can i just say, hindi ako mukang tao sa pics!!! i swear, never laugh AND cry when people are taking pics. :P while i was walking to the area, juno and lulu stood at the stands, looking like proud parents. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the awarding ceremony, we huddled and prayed as a group then headed to kfc katipunan to have dinner. i went home to take a shower and went back to jamoi's place so that cricket, jamoi and i could study for our 119 exam (which is what i'm supposed to be doing right now, by the way). kimy, lulu and juno were there too, just to hang out and recount out cheering victory. :) i immediately fell asleep on the armchair. hehehe. so much for studying ichthyology. i woke up around 30 minutes later and was looking around, still in my waking stupor. juno came over and kissed me on the cheek and smiled. i smiled too and looked at him for a while, assuming that he was going home na (we only beso when we're about to part ways already). but then he headed to one of the dining chairs and the both of us just sat there, gazing at each other across the room while smiling. i turned away, not sure of what to think...it was just a peck and it must've been a dad-like thing...but on the other hand, i did like him still, and i couldn't help feeling a bit giddy about it. &lt;lynduh with sheepish look&gt; half an hour later, they told us na they'll go home na para we can study and we beso-ed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agreed with jamoi when he said "hay nako, this day could've been perfect, it could've ended happily, but noooo.. we have 119 exam pa..damn fishes!!!" hahah, amen to that. thank God the exam was relatively easy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110770889494577005?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110770889494577005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110770889494577005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110770889494577005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110770889494577005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2005/02/cheering-part-two.html' title='Cheering part two'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110770882762206778</id><published>2005-02-07T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T00:53:47.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamy Nights --the Hexameet Cheering Competition</title><content type='html'>Wow. I think I’m gonna need some time to recover from my cheerdance stint.  I danced with the then-seniors last year during the hexameet competition, so the remaining ABMers were counting on me to organize the cheerdance for this year’s compet since most of the cheerleaders have graduated already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had no idea how to handle it, nor the slightest inkling on how to get everything started (like most of the tasks assigned to me this year, hehe).  At first it was really discouraging…only 3 people were attending the practices that actually pushed through... and ksama na ko sa talong yun.  I was so frustrated. as in. :( So I sent messages to every ABMer in my phonebook, telling them how much Geri, Jea and I were sacrificing for the competition. I typed my uber long, uber drama text while crying..shit tlaga yung araw na yun. juno, lulu, jamoi, chappy, doan &amp; joguel immediately replied, assuring me na they'd help me out. the first four promised to dance, while the next two promised to convince the mems to join the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by monday, our group grew from 3 people to 20 people! astig! and they got the steps naman.. even the guys who thought they looked silly, (hindi kaya!!!) they looked sooooooo cool!!! while jea and geri were training the girls, i was working with the guys, revising some steps to make it easier for them at para di sila magmukang bading. :D *commercial: little crush was there!!!! cuteness!!! :D* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finally let the guys join the girls and saw the outcome, i was sooo impressed!!! i got the aww-those-are-my-babies-they-grow-up-so-fast-*tear!*-ang-galing-nila feeling. :) i swear, i was so0o0o0o0o0o proud of everyone, especially the guys (kse nga sila yung tinuruan ko). at that moment, i felt that even if we didn't win, i'd have been happy anyway..just the fact na they were all willing to dance for ABM, it was really inspiring for me. *tear!* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we prayed before the competition started and while i was leading the prayer, i couldn't hold myself back na at naiyak tlaga ako. mixed feelings..i was so proud of them, i was touched, happy, excited, nervous..everything bubbled to the surface. after our prayer, hugs were exchanged and the abm battlecry was screamed as loud as vocally possible. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..see next entry for the conclusion...haha, ang daldal ko kse. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110770882762206778?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110770882762206778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110770882762206778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110770882762206778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110770882762206778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2005/02/steamy-nights-hexameet-cheering.html' title='Steamy Nights --the Hexameet Cheering Competition'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110268339711223949</id><published>2004-12-10T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T20:56:37.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/640/edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/320/edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kulit kulot :D yuuuck, pa-cute. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110268339711223949?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110268339711223949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110268339711223949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110268339711223949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110268339711223949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2004/12/kulit-kulot-d-yuuuck-pa-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110268285834658850</id><published>2004-12-09T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T20:47:38.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Haters Triangle</title><content type='html'>Juno's dreaded Math exam was scheduled for 12nn today. I wanted to surprise him and show up at the math bldg with Lulu (like Juno and I did when Lulu took her completion exam...), but Juno said that his exam was from 12nn to 2pm and I had a Genetics probset at 2pm. I went there with Lulu anyway. Hehe. I told Lulu na I'd write a note nlang in case I had to go na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-kay. &lt;br /&gt;1:30pm, still no Juno..my right eye twitches involuntarily&lt;br /&gt;1:45pm  Lyn to Lulu: "Kaya ko naman sigurong magdrive to IB in 5 mins noh?"&lt;br /&gt;1:55pm  Lyn to Lulu: "Ok lang naman kung 5 minutes late ako di ba?"&lt;br /&gt;2:05pm  Lulu to Lyn: "Waaaah! Sayang ang effort ni Lyn!!!"&lt;br /&gt;        Lulu to Math bldg: "Juno, maganap ka na!!!"&lt;br /&gt;2:10pm  Lulu &amp; Lyn: "Pucha! Salubungin na natin, di ko na kinakaya!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i scribbled a note na and left it with Lulu, just in case i had cold feet and suddenly decided to scram. She insisted that we run for it, para di masayang ang efforts ko. Lulu stayed sa entrance, to make sure that Juno won't go down the other stairwell, while I ran to the 3rd floor. When I got there, Juno was slowly walking in my direction with a stupefied look. When he finally saw me, his jaw dropped, so surprised that I was there. Then we ran and hugged each other tightly. God, I haven't seen him for one week! I-miss-you's were exchanged and we had a laughing fit out of sheer relief (in my case) and disbelief (in his case). I gave him his fave doughnut that I bought for him, for immediate resucitation from the numbing math exam, which he ate right away with gusto. Then he practically pushed me out of the building when he realized that I had a probset and that I was already late for it. We reached Lulu and had a quick, efficient 3-way hug and then screamed goodbyes and goodlucks (Lulu had an embryology exam din at 3pm naman). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the Math Haters Triangle effect. We're like a support group. Lulu kept laughing when I told her we should be called the Mathematics Anonymous. Heheheh. Lalang, it was fun..I finished the probset pa 10 mins before the given time ended...i just hope i didn't flunk. Haha, baka mamaya, false confidence lang pla. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110268285834658850?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110268285834658850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110268285834658850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110268285834658850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110268285834658850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2004/12/math-haters-triangle.html' title='Math Haters Triangle'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110268277288069977</id><published>2004-12-08T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T20:46:12.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D. M. A. B.</title><content type='html'>I saw him again today. I was kinda surprised kse from what i know, he's not in UP anymore. Boyfie duties. Tss. I hung out with Macky and Jay right after genetics lab and i played table tennis (na parang naging circus) for a while. When Jay had to go, we all left narin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even planning on going to p.lot, i just decided to go to manang's to buy cigs before i went home..ahh, laziness. I parked haphazardly near the store (they wouldn't touch my car,they know me naman eh. heheh) and went to the other side of it so as not to disturb ongoing conversations and shit. It was pretty dark already and manang had a candle lang, so i didn't really notice who was making tambay. I was kinda surprised when HE (ok from now on, i'll tag him as guy #3..malay ko ba kung sinong nagbabasa nito..) greeted me. He was right beside manang pla and i didn't even see him. Hehehe. Myra was there too..we chatted for a while since this is the first time I've seen her in ages. I kept glancing at guy #3, but he was texting so i didn't talk to him or anything (besides, andun ung gurl nya, and i heard that she's the jealous type). While i was waiting for my change and my cigs, he spoke up na rin finally. He asked me what time i left Kev's party and i told him na we left pretty early, around 11pm. Then he said, "Talaga to, di manlang nagpaalam,". I felt kinda funny cuz he seemed genuinely hurt and disappointed, shaking his head with this dejected look. I laughed and told him na i thought they left na kse i didn't see him anywhere. "Besides, we were rushing to Eastwood pa, kya kay Kev lang kme nakapagpaalam," and he said "Tsk, conyo tlaga kyo.." and i was indignant about his hirit and told him, "Di kaya! Wla na nga kong pera nun..birthday din kse nung isa naming kabarkada, so we had to go there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it. I just couldn't bring myself to talk with him longer, so i left na..but i made sure na nagpaalam na ko. hehehe. Labo. Kinda perked my night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110268277288069977?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110268277288069977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110268277288069977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110268277288069977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110268277288069977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2004/12/d-m-b.html' title='D. M. A. B.'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110268267971301569</id><published>2004-12-06T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T20:44:39.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin's bday</title><content type='html'>While i was in Gau's apt on his birthday, another guy texted me about HIS birthday. Kevin's invitation kinda surprised me cuz we haven't been hanging out for a long long lo0o0o0ong time.  It's been almost two years since we last hung out together sa house namin with my then-barkada...peach, ynna, patcat, kevin, guy #3 and me...ang mga suwail ng summer classes. We'd skip classes and go on drinking sessions together, ate like pigs everyday, meet each other at p.lot, despite the presence of an evil bitch who made me crazy-jealous..I miss those times..I miss THEM. Well, not exactly. See, when i started hanging out with them, my acads went really bad. I'm not blaming them for it, but it's just that i felt like i just wanted to bum around all them time and be with them at that time. Addictive friendship. That's what it was. Sure, i go out with SBTA all the time, but not to the point that i'd go way past the allotted absences in every single one of my classes. I guess that's what happens when your ultimate crush of the moment becomes your kabarkada. Damn, that was sooooo bad. But i miss the laughter, the kagaguhans, etc. Whatever, i'll stop reminiscing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i had to go through that lengthy discussion to explain why i badly wanted to go to that party. I knew my frat friends would show up. And Kev is guy #3's bestfriend. Yeah, now you get it. :P Anyway, we went there later than we planned...about an hour later. heheh. But then people i knew started arriving much later than us, so it wasn't all that bad. Guy #3 arrived with his girlfriend, so i didn't greet him at all. Feeling ko evil-eye ni girlfriend ang mapapala ko. phooey. She followed her everywhere, i swear! He was actually the one who greeted me on my way out of the house (i just came from the bathroom). He put a hand on my shoulder, pulling me towards him sorta like to hug or beso, but i subtlely moved away when i saw his gurl. Shit, bantay tlaga. Pucha. Sayang!! Hahaha. Yech. He kept trying to start a conversation,but i always gave dead-end answers not to be rude, but just to play it safe. It wouldn't do me any good to be haliparot in front of a gurlfie who acts like a watchdog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to leave early to meet up with Grace, one of my ex-blockmates na kabarkada namin. Sabay sila ni Kev ng birthday and we decided to go out on the same night as Kev's party in case any evil sorority girls ruin the party for us.  I didn't see guy #3 on our way out, so i assumed that they left already. Besides, i didn't want to act like a hung up idiot and look for him just to say bye. Anyway, i didn't think he'd care. Sure we're friends, but i dunno, we're just not that close anymore to care much about each other's whereabouts. Ok i'll stop now, it already sounds like i'm sour graping or something. (hmm, maybe i AM..hehe) Tsss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110268267971301569?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110268267971301569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110268267971301569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110268267971301569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110268267971301569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2004/12/kevins-bday.html' title='Kevin&apos;s bday'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110268259704557120</id><published>2004-12-02T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T20:43:17.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaui's bday</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! My gaui's 24 na! wahahahah! I told him to go to his apartment during his lunchbreak cuz i asked the driver to deliver something for him. Sabi ko I wanted to go there and give it to him myself, but i had tons to do and that i'll make it up to him on friday. Hehehe. He actually believed me and was sooooooo surprised when i showed up with a birthday cake for him. Shemps, i got his favorite...black forest. Yech. God, we are complements of each other. He doesn't like the food that i love and i don't like his faves neither. At least walang agawan. Hehehe. We played NFSU2 for a while, but i had to go rin around 7pm kse I have 7am classes everyday. So yun..He was so gigil when he saw me kse he honestly felt disappointed na i wasn't gna go to his place. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I love my gaui :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110268259704557120?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110268259704557120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110268259704557120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110268259704557120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110268259704557120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2004/12/gauis-bday_01.html' title='Gaui&apos;s bday'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110046244210377880</id><published>2004-11-15T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T04:00:42.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/640/35%20SB%20at%20La%20Luz.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/320/35%20SB%20at%20La%20Luz.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I still have a Batangas hangover... haaaaaaaaaaay, heaven. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110046244210377880?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110046244210377880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110046244210377880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110046244210377880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110046244210377880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2004/11/haha-i-still-have-batangas-hangover.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110046048012019087</id><published>2004-11-15T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T03:28:00.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/640/DSC03469.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/320/DSC03469.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treats Stopover&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110046048012019087?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110046048012019087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110046048012019087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110046048012019087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110046048012019087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2004/11/treats-stopover.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-110045998728015429</id><published>2004-11-15T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T03:19:47.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!! </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woohoo! My laptop's fixed, thank God!! I freed up some memory..yun lang pla yung problem..grabe ha, and it took me ages to finish uninstalling useless shit. :P *sigh* i missed my lappy so much!!! so ayan, gising pa ko, just surfing and stuff.. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-110045998728015429?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/110045998728015429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=110045998728015429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110045998728015429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/110045998728015429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2004/11/yay.html' title='Yay!! '/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-109948819013606153</id><published>2004-11-04T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T02:06:49.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Curls and Car Batteries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I decided to go to school today with curly hair just for kicks. So I spent quite some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;time curling my hair, making sure that I didn’t miss any strands. Half an hour later, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;was ready to go…Oh wait, I just had to have that one last look in the mirror. So yeah, as I was saying, I skipped right down through the french doors (quickly checking my reflection in the glass panels, of course) and skidded to a halt when I reached the balcony. Oh great. It just started raining. No problem, I’ll just exit through the kitchen door and head straight to my car. When I got to my car, I couldn’t start the engine. Yep, the battery needed to be replaced. Crap. Oh well, too bad for my curls. Looks like I have to walk around UP during registration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, the rain stopped. Ahhh, God loves me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pretty good feedback from my friends naman, so I had fun with my hair. Nyehe. An added bonus: I didn’t have to brush my hair at all!! After lying for an hour in the ABM comfy corner, all I had to do was…well…uh…tuck my hair behind my ear? I dunno, I didn’t have to do anything at all and I still didn’t look sabog. Looking sabog WAS the idea, but not unintentional sabog…gets? There was only one downside to it though…my neck was itchy half the time cuz of the stupid clingy curls. I swear!! Enough about my curls, I actually just finished taking a shower. By now, my in-between-neither-straight-nor-curly-hair is all wet and limp around my shoulders…feels so0o0o0o0o0o0o comfy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhahahahahahahahah!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalang, daming nag react eh! I just felt like I had to say something about it :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;damn, i'm so tired from walking...i haven't walked that much since...well... since i got my own car. tsss. i'm pooped. gnytie!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-109948819013606153?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/109948819013606153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=109948819013606153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/109948819013606153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/109948819013606153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/2004/11/of-curls-and-car-batteries.html' title='Of Curls and Car Batteries'/><author><name>Lynduh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16036893551178087014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-109931800232900529</id><published>2004-11-02T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T22:17:06.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Souls' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i woke up early this morning cuz my dad kept making me kulit. rats. i hate it when someone makes me kulit so early in the morning. (okay, do i sound like a complete bimbo now? sorry, i'm typing from the top of my head here..) so anyway, i went to dapitan to buy flowers and baskets and floral foam for mommy. since around 2 years ago, we started arranging flowers by oursleves for all souls' day. lalang, mas cute kya. and hindi mukang kinuripot yung basket/pot/whatever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;after i arranged the flowers, we had lunch and i felt like having peaches and cream for dessert so i whipped some cream and stuff. afterwards, i called up gaui just to find out if he wanted to come with us to the cemetery. he went along naman and we stayed at loyola mem for a while. we even tried to look for his tita's grave, but we kept going around in circles til i was all woozy (sobrang busog &amp;amp; kakayosi while walking). hehehehe. so we went back nalang to my mom's grave and stayed there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sobrang ang funny ni aea, she acted like a cranky crazy kid all day! i suddenly realized how much she's grown up na. it's like before, she's just this caterpillar wrapped in a blankie and now she's this midget running around like a beheaded chicken!! aww, those of you who haven't seen her since she was a baby, you've gotta go to my house reeeeal soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ack, i'm soo sleepy already..i keep losing my trail of thought.. i'll write nalang another time... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/187/2196/640/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925155.post-109931762662786191</id><published>2004-11-02T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T22:25:53.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/640/29%20LT%20with%20chickies.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2196/320/29%20LT%20with%20chickies.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batangas hut &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" 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like this cuz i forgot to take my antithyroids. again. hahahahha. crap. i think i need to stick post-its on my forehead para i'd remember to drink my medicine all the time. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925155-109916490746999656?l=lilynduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilynduh.blogspot.com/feeds/109916490746999656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925155&amp;postID=109916490746999656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/109916490746999656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925155/posts/default/109916490746999656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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