<?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-2565909101596323295</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:52:11.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kateriina's craziness</title><subtitle type='html'>blog's objective is nothing..
haha!! pastime lng??
juk lng...=p</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-8876082691557486840</id><published>2010-05-25T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:41:27.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly, I Gave Up.</title><content type='html'>I found many things to rely my time on. So now, I am giving up being a blogger. T^T I've enjoyed my 1 year of blogging. But now, I have to end this. Thanks to all the people from blogger.com who became a part of my cyberworld. I hope you wont forget me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_crying.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-8876082691557486840?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/8876082691557486840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=8876082691557486840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8876082691557486840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8876082691557486840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2010/05/suddenly-i-gave-up.html' title='Suddenly, I Gave Up.'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-86907764416478613</id><published>2010-03-26T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:34:54.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my blog. ;((</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://priceless-happiness.tumblr.com/post/473779071/i-miss-my-blog"&gt;Well, there's nothing else I can say. :)))&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expect that I'll feel this way again. Hohoho. 3.3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-86907764416478613?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/86907764416478613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=86907764416478613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/86907764416478613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/86907764416478613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-my-blog.html' title='i miss my blog. ;(('/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-885257392393408542</id><published>2010-01-11T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:58:30.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello blogger! how are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rahee_nerurkar/3831700659/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2472/3831700659_572f90f9c7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rahee_nerurkar/3831700659/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rahee_nerurkar/"&gt;Rahee Nerurkar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's been a long time! bye! LOL.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-885257392393408542?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/885257392393408542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=885257392393408542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/885257392393408542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/885257392393408542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-blogger-how-are-you.html' title='hello blogger! how are you?'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2472/3831700659_572f90f9c7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-1136704773083701761</id><published>2009-12-06T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:34:15.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bring me to Paris...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tammymanet/415288564/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/124/415288564_77f253ead2_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tammymanet/415288564/"&gt;scan0050&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/tammymanet/"&gt;Tammy Manet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;well, this is the only way i can communicate with my blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;VISIT ME @: http://priceless-happiness.tumblr.com/ Ü&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-1136704773083701761?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/1136704773083701761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=1136704773083701761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1136704773083701761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1136704773083701761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/12/bring-me-to-paris.html' title='bring me to Paris...'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/124/415288564_77f253ead2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-9002327542848725428</id><published>2009-12-02T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:22:53.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Wonderful Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amcclaiak/4149353207/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2643/4149353207_4b2ac4b711_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amcclaiak/4149353207/"&gt;The Most Wonderful Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/amcclaiak/"&gt;Andrea McClain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i don't think i'll be back at Blogger anymore. hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://priceless-happiness.tumblr.com/"&gt;i'm currently staying at tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-9002327542848725428?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/9002327542848725428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=9002327542848725428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/9002327542848725428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/9002327542848725428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/12/most-wonderful-time.html' title='The Most Wonderful Time'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2643/4149353207_4b2ac4b711_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-5105211404561228664</id><published>2009-11-26T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:13:22.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/zackattackkk/3604744127/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2465/3604744127_93e3b15058_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/zackattackkk/3604744127/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/zackattackkk/"&gt;Zack Attack.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-5105211404561228664?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/5105211404561228664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=5105211404561228664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/5105211404561228664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/5105211404561228664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2465/3604744127_93e3b15058_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-234581319746034291</id><published>2009-11-26T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:12:25.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunrisegoodbyes/3191150859/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3428/3191150859_025bcdc6b3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunrisegoodbyes/3191150859/"&gt;think&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sunrisegoodbyes/"&gt;kat burns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-234581319746034291?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/234581319746034291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=234581319746034291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/234581319746034291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/234581319746034291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/11/think.html' title='think'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3428/3191150859_025bcdc6b3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-1465369497801504480</id><published>2009-11-26T18:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:55:31.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it started raining.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nikolinelr/3820941071/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2583/3820941071_ed720cd535_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nikolinelr/3820941071/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nikolinelr/"&gt;nikolinelr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-1465369497801504480?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/1465369497801504480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=1465369497801504480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1465369497801504480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1465369497801504480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-started-raining.html' title='it started raining.'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2583/3820941071_ed720cd535_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-8987412552210971362</id><published>2009-11-22T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:01:20.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day</title><content type='html'>and if you're listening i miss you&lt;br /&gt;and if you hear me now i need you&lt;br /&gt;where did you go coz you're not gone&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows that something wrong&lt;br /&gt;the wires were cut and i'm alone&lt;br /&gt;i know we're getting closer&lt;br /&gt;i know you're coming back for me this time&lt;br /&gt;and do you ever want me, do you ever need me&lt;br /&gt;i know that you left before goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and it's okay, there's always another day&lt;br /&gt;and anytime you want me, anytime you see me&lt;br /&gt;a don't think you meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and it's okay, there's always another day &lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ianton/3643290859/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2443/3643290859_497a7a8ff9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.9em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ianton/3643290859/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ianton/"&gt;i.Anton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-8987412552210971362?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/8987412552210971362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=8987412552210971362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8987412552210971362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8987412552210971362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/11/originally-uploaded-by-i.html' title='another day'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2443/3643290859_497a7a8ff9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-3852390206943078628</id><published>2009-11-22T12:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:21:18.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aixxx/3263351314/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3523/3263351314_7f8d7a7083_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aixxx/3263351314/"&gt;sunday breakfast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/aixxx/"&gt;aixxx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;YUM! :D&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-3852390206943078628?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/3852390206943078628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=3852390206943078628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/3852390206943078628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/3852390206943078628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-breakfast.html' title='sunday breakfast'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3523/3263351314_7f8d7a7083_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-4979382733570552565</id><published>2009-11-21T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:21:34.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>34 more days before Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/leilasayshi/4120822677/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2723/4120822677_40ab1e28e3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/leilasayshi/4120822677/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/leilasayshi/"&gt;leila chee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i've been busy on tumblr. tsk. check it out if you want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://priceless-happiness.tumblr.com/"&gt;Priceless Happiness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-4979382733570552565?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/4979382733570552565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=4979382733570552565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/4979382733570552565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/4979382733570552565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/11/34-more-days-before-christmas.html' title='34 more days before Christmas'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2723/4120822677_40ab1e28e3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-7334601221423411877</id><published>2009-11-16T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:44:53.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sky full of silent suns II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ianton/2789873518/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3142/2789873518_7f74493375_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ianton/2789873518/"&gt;A sky full of silent suns II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ianton/"&gt;i.Anton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;that's perfect.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-7334601221423411877?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/7334601221423411877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=7334601221423411877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7334601221423411877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7334601221423411877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/11/sky-full-of-silent-suns-ii.html' title='A sky full of silent suns II'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3142/2789873518_7f74493375_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-1130985522663013311</id><published>2009-10-26T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:19:07.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gimme your money!</title><content type='html'>okay. i have no choice but to use this OLD layout for a while. argh. i need an adobe photoshop right away because i am planning to make a 'brand new eyes' layout. but, sadly, i don't have savings right now. all of my money was spent on our everyday snacks. (that's the sad thing about vacations) -__- ohh! i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sembreak is, as usual, &lt;u&gt;nonsense&lt;/u&gt;. my friends planned a swimming party but they said it wasn't sure. my classmates were also planning to visit enchanted kingdom BUT since i don't have any money left with me, i am sure it'll be postponed too. haa! because if they are still going, i'll go too! :D i'll find a way to have money. xD waa! i've been inside our house for the whole sembreak. wtf. this is hell. xC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. just posted some updates about me. i will find a great time to share you my inspirations. :D so, time to clean my &lt;b&gt;links&lt;/b&gt;! those people who removed me on their links won't be forgiven. &gt;:] and of course, those who didn't will be loved forever! ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-1130985522663013311?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/1130985522663013311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=1130985522663013311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1130985522663013311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1130985522663013311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/10/gimme-your-money.html' title='gimme your money!'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-944108122289956434</id><published>2009-10-17T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:58:18.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh! how many months have passed since my last post!? i miss blogging.. but definitely got no time to update. and i also lost my Adobe Photoshop to make a new layout for my blog.. so guys, if you have some questions or want to stay connected with this stupid creature, (that's me), just add me on facebook &amp;amp; twitter, neh? thanks guys! i miss all my blog friends.. specially those who didn't even remove me on their blogrolls after a century. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kateriinaisbored@yahoo.com (main account)&lt;br /&gt;katre_0628@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWITTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://twitter.com/kateriina&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i promise that i'll be back this sembreak. :D thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-944108122289956434?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/944108122289956434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=944108122289956434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/944108122289956434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/944108122289956434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/10/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-8974917900642976964</id><published>2009-06-01T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:33:46.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passed by...</title><content type='html'>oww.. just happened to pass by and post something.&lt;br /&gt;grr.. i hate it. wala  pa rin akong internnet.&lt;br /&gt;pano na ang mga accounts ko sa web?! argh..&lt;br /&gt;isa  talagang malaking parusa ang babaing yon! [&lt;a href="http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-way-oh-yes-way.html"&gt;nabanggit sa post  na ito&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;wala akong nagawa buong bakasyon.. konti lang yung napanuod ko sa anime &amp; asianovelas. wala kong natapos na manga.. waa... badtrip talaga..&lt;br /&gt;malapit  na pasukan namen..  nakakalungkot... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-internet shop-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-8974917900642976964?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/8974917900642976964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=8974917900642976964&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8974917900642976964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8974917900642976964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/06/passed-by.html' title='passed by...'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-2554113523626793169</id><published>2009-04-29T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:18:26.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGBOARD NOTICE!!!</title><content type='html'>i think it's not that hard to read the message above my tagboard. at first, it's just as small as my regular font, but now, it's more BIGGER! and yet, there are still people who enter their message twice or more! argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm still on hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when will i come back. but i want my blog to stay alive by the use of my tagboard. Cbox can accommodate up to 200 messages. sometimes, it will delete your messages without giving you notifications. that's the disadvantage of CBOX.WS. your previous messages will mysteriously disappear. (mysteriously?! really?!) AND I CAN'T REPLY THOSE MESSAGES THAT I HAVEN'T READ YET BECAUSE IT'S GONE. GONE. GONE!!!! argh.. i'm pissed off. please understand my attitude. -___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-2554113523626793169?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/2554113523626793169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=2554113523626793169&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/2554113523626793169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/2554113523626793169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagboard-notice.html' title='TAGBOARD NOTICE!!!'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-1091231659697710565</id><published>2009-04-22T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:54:40.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus???</title><content type='html'>i don't know. things aren't going well. i wish i can escape what is really happening. but.. ahhh.. it's impossible. i wish you all could understand that i can't entertain your messages this time. i need my space. and i promise, when i come back, everything will be normal again. it won't take long. i just really can't find time for my blog now. but you can catch me up at facebook. i don't log on every minute but here's my email &gt;&gt; kateriinaisbored@yahoo.com. you can add me and message me whenever you need something. ahaha.. i'm not that important to everyone, but i can determine who my true friends are here in the cyberworld. so yeah! so, bye for now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-1091231659697710565?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/1091231659697710565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=1091231659697710565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1091231659697710565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1091231659697710565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/04/hiatus.html' title='hiatus???'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-1189596787976736995</id><published>2009-04-07T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:44:13.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Way! Oh, Yes Way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sorry for the inconvenience but this post is written in Tagalog. If this is English, you won’t understand it either because I’m in the bad mood to share my English talent this time. Vow. LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_shocked.gif"&gt; Nagulat&lt;br /&gt;Music: Paramore Songs (ops. di pwedeng banggitin! xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tae talaga! Anu na namang kababalaghan ang nangyayare ngayon?! Napakapayapa na ng buhay ko dahil hindi na nagpapakita yung &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/04/uninvited.html"&gt; pinsan kong may gusto sa kuya ko&lt;/a&gt;, bigla na namang may dumating na bago?! Ah. *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ehem.ehem&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina kasing umaga, maayos ang almusal ko. Maaga kasi akong nagising kahit hanggang alauna ng madaling araw ako nagpaikot-ikot sa kama dahil sa hindi ako makatulog. Ayun nga, fried rice, hotdog &amp; egg with milk pa ang nagpabusog saken kanina. Pagkatapos mag-almusal ay tumungo na ako sa kompyuter ko at excited pa man din akong maglaro ng &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.jamlegend.com/refer/li/176795"&gt;Jamlegend&lt;/a&gt;. (subukan mo, parang o2jam at pwede ring guitar hero) Habang naglalaro (mga 10:40 na ng mga oras na iyon), bukas ang pintuan ko, as in talagang bukas! Nang biglang nakita ko yung anak ng may-ari ng bahay namen. (bata pa siya, mga nasa tatlo hanggang apat na taong gulang) Talagang sa sobrang gulat ko, sinara ko yung pinto at… nagpagtuloy sa palalaro ng Jamlegend. LOL. Hindi naman sa wala akong pakialam na nandito sila, actually ayoko nga na nandito sila eh. Hindi ko lang talaga mabitawan yung nilalaro ko dahil sayang ang points. Tapos na ang nilalaro ko, napaisip na ako kung anong gagawin ko. Wala si kuya, wala rin ang lola ko, ang nandito lang ay ung tito at tita ko pati ung isa ko pang tita na hindi naman nila alam na dito natigil. (oo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang napapaisip, biglang nag-flash-back sa isip ko ang mga kawalangyaang ginawa sa amen ng asawa ng may-ari ng bahay na to. Yung.. yung matapobreng babaeng yon! Actually wala siyang ginagawa, salita pa lang niya ay gunaw na mundo namen. Sa una ay aakalain mong mabaet pero talagang... nakuuuuu! Sarap tirisin! Kung anu-ano talagang mga pinagsasabeng sumbong sa asawa niya at sa lola ko! Pero ang pinakahindi ko talaga matanggap ay yung sinabihan niya ako na &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NAGTATAGO DAW AKO NG PAGKAIN SA KWARTO KASI HINDI DAW AKO NAKAEN AT HINDI AKO NALABAS BUONG ARAW!&lt;/span&gt; Aba, baka gusto niyang isupalpal ko mukha niya sa tae ng askal sa kanto! Kahit hindi ko nakasama sa pagkabata ko mga magulang ko, hindi pa rin nila ako tinuruan magnakaw! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AT CHAKA PWEDE BA?! NUNG MGA PANAHONG YUN, DIET PA AKO! KAYA BAKET AKO KUKUHA NG MGA PAGKAENG PANGBATA SA REF?!&lt;/span&gt; Tss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na! Sira na bakasyon ko! Pinlano ko pa namang magtipid at sa bahay lang ng matagal, bigla namang dating nito nila! Uubisin ko na lang allowance ko kaysa tiisin na naman tong mga taong to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi nga pala, kamusta ka na? alam mo ba? hindi pa rin nagana ang favicon ko, at tinatamad akong ayusin to. pero bago matapos ang walang kabuluhang post na ito, gusto kong malaman mo na ginagawa ko lang ang mga gusto kong gawin. mataas ang pride ko kaya ayoko ng may kagaya ako, kaya gumagawa ako ng paraan para maging UNIQUE. teka, ano nga bang konek nito? LOLs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NAISIP KO LANG...&lt;br /&gt;Tanong:&lt;/span&gt; bakit mahahaba ang buhok ng mga multo at aswang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sagot:&lt;/span&gt; kase kung kalbo sila, baka matawa ka lang.&lt;/blockquote&gt; laughtrip lang. wahahaha. nye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-1189596787976736995?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/1189596787976736995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=1189596787976736995&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1189596787976736995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1189596787976736995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-way-oh-yes-way.html' title='No Way! Oh, Yes Way.'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-5417549174070076619</id><published>2009-04-04T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:41:10.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer? What’s That?</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_crazydance3.gif" /&gt; Bloggy&lt;br /&gt;Music: Won’t Go Home Without You by Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. It’s another mumbo jumbo post. Pshhh. I’m bored, &lt;b&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/b&gt; bored. And I hate staying at home because &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;it’s too hot!&lt;/span&gt; Inside or outside my room, it’s still the same. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_cry.gif" /&gt; I wanna lock myself beside the aircon, but, no thanks. Because anytime, it might rain again and it will cover up every place with &lt;i&gt;*&lt;green&gt;somewhat&lt;/green&gt;*&lt;/i&gt; coldness. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_urg.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! I can’t feel the vacation, I mean, it’s &lt;yellow&gt;summer&lt;/yellow&gt; dude! But I’m with my computer all day long! &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_x.gif" /&gt; Good thing that yesterday was the distribution of cards. I get to see my old school, schoolmates, friends, and of course, &lt;u&gt;HIM&lt;/u&gt;. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh com’on! Move ON!&lt;/span&gt;] *sigh* This ‘guy’ is the other reason of my boredom. I can’t do what I want because of thinking of him. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like watching anime and asian dramas or like editing some pictures for my creations&lt;/span&gt;) Urgh! Forget it. At least I was able to forget him for quite some time yesterday because I was hanging out with my friends. It’s been so long since we were together. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now. I’m not having serious posts these past few days. I feel so lazy editing some pictures even just for my posts. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_tired.gif" /&gt; And I also feel nervous surfing the net because of this so called &lt;i&gt;April-watteburr-virus&lt;/i&gt;. It is said that once it hits your computer, it will take away all your files, like, it will mysteriously disappear. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_shocked.gif" /&gt; &lt;i&gt;*how creepy*&lt;/i&gt; I don’t know if this is true because my friends said that they saw it on the news. Ohh. I’ve got to upload my pictures and videos now, right away!  But… I’m still bored. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_tired.gif" /&gt; I wish I could cut off this sickness. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we actually have our vacation, I made this plan, my &lt;u&gt;summer vacation list activities&lt;/u&gt;. And here is it! Haa! I wish I didn’t forget anything. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cross fingers&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;-Watch 25 Asian Dramas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*oye!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Watch 50 anime&lt;br /&gt;-Read 30 manga or more&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Less than 5 outings :P&lt;br /&gt;-Save my money (to buy stuffs)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-EK/Star City&lt;br /&gt;-Upload all the pictures and videos&lt;br /&gt;-Level up in more games online&lt;br /&gt;-Watch 3,000 videos on youtube&lt;br /&gt;-Edit my layouts&lt;br /&gt;-Play games in my PSP (it’s a must! I haven’t used it ever! xD)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Update my accounts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, most of the activity plan has to do with my computer. It is vacation and it’s harder for me to save my allowance, so I must stay at home for the sake of &lt;b&gt;MONEY&lt;/b&gt;. It is like there will be &lt;b&gt;&lt;orange&gt;no summer&lt;/orange&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for me. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_eek.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I’ll just edit this post to put the anime picture. Haa. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_silly.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Argh. My &lt;violet&gt;favicon&lt;/violet&gt; isn’t working! What the heck is goin’ on?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_headbang.gif" width="38" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-5417549174070076619?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/5417549174070076619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=5417549174070076619&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/5417549174070076619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/5417549174070076619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-whats-that.html' title='Summer? What’s That?'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-679939753775428156</id><published>2009-04-02T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:53:28.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Uninvited</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_kill.gif"&gt; Pissed off. Annoyed. Frustrated. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;Music: *electricfan, motors outside, dog barking, keyboard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the title. This isn’t about the horror film, but about a frustrating person. It’s our daily visitor. I feel sick watching t.v. with her everyday, hearing her voice everyday, seeing her face everyday! Well, it’s like, *duh?!* we’re cousins but she have a crush with my brother?! texting him everyday like his girlfriend wannabe trying hard to be close and calling him ‘kuya’. She’s even having her dinner with us EVERYDAY. *rolls her eyes* It started since the graduation day, (9 days ago) that was when she saw my brother with us. Oh wait! That’s another story. She, with her MOM and DAD attended my graduation even though we didn’t ask them to come. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_hm.gif"&gt; We’re not close &amp; my grandma didn’t even know them! So after the graduation ceremony, I was shocked when I saw them with us at the restaurant. (somewhere near our school) They’re eating with us! Argh! &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_angry.gif"&gt; I lost my appetite of eating, thinking with what my mom said. ‘We only have 2k for the food and this is only for the family invited’. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_cry.gif"&gt; My aunt also brought her friends with her so they are also included in the list. Then the bill reached 3k+! &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_shocked.gif"&gt; Ahh! Really pissed off. But, nevermind. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_tired.gif"&gt; She the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;number 1&lt;/span&gt; one of the reasons why I don’t wanna stay at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The following contents are written in tagalog and may be considered as ‘&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;offensive&lt;/span&gt;’. But maybe ‘&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it’s not&lt;/span&gt;’ since it’s not you who I am pertaining to. Oh, please understand me. I’m not that nice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_blah.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anong nangyare sa hapunan ko ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;Isa’t kalahating daing nalang ang natitira, pero may paksiw na baboy pa naman akong nakita. Daing kinain ko kasi mas gusto ko yun. Tapos nung kukuha na si kuya ng ulam sa kaldero, charaaannn! Wala nang paksiw! Yung buto-butong paksiw na baboy at kalahating daing na lang ang natitira. Eh tinira ko naman talaga yung kalahating daing para sa bata kong pinsan na hindi pa nakaen. Pinarinig ko pa yun sa kanya, ‘eh kay JM na lang to eh’. Edi isip sila kung ano gagawin. At dahil tanga ang kuya ko at mabait siya, hinayaan niya na lang ung Jhelie na yun ang kumaen ng natitirang paksiw. Kunyare pa siyang ‘hindi ka na kakaen kuya?’ sabay tingin sa ulam. Edi upo siya, kaming dalawa lang sa lamesa, sabay kuha ng… daing?! “Tanga ka ba talaga?!” Hindi malaman sa praning na to kung saang direksyon ng buhay naglalakad eh! So, hinayaan ko na. Sigeeee, chillax! Habang nakaen, sinisigawan ko siya sa isip ko ng ‘wala ka bang bahay para dito kumaen gabe-gabe? Blah-blah-blah!” Nauna siyang natapos, iniwan ang plato sa lababo, pabalek-balek kunyare na parang makate ang pw*t kase mukhang nahihiya siya na ako ang paghugasin ng plato. Pero, ayun, ako nga ang pinaghugas ng bwisit na babaeng to. Gusto ko nang damputin at ihampas sa pagmumukha niya yung plato. Nakuuuu. At ngayon, ngayon,ngayon… tumawag pa sa telepono pagkatapos siyang ihatid ni kuya! Naku! Kahit ‘3rd party’ pa ang pinakamagandang itawag sayo, hindi ako papayag na tawagin kang ganon. Isa kang babaeng hinugot sa… bahala na! Aalis si kuya, dun muna kila papa hanggang Monday. Sana naman sa mga panahong wala si kuya, hindi ko na rin siya makita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is all I can say;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pier Angeli Preciado, asiwang asiwa na ako sa pagmumuka mo! Ang landi mo! Praning! &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_sleep.gif" width="35"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-679939753775428156?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/679939753775428156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=679939753775428156&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/679939753775428156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/679939753775428156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/04/uninvited.html' title='The Uninvited'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-4110021885941410001</id><published>2009-04-01T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:03:33.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamikazee is Back</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_boogereat.gif" /&gt; Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;Music: Girlfriend by Kamikazee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. Much apologies to my fellow bloggers again for lacking out of time hopping to your sites. I am also not too serious about my posts. I mean, I'm not like the usual blogger with much fancies to her post. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e.i. anime pictures&lt;/span&gt; xD)  I'm thinking too much about my crush. Wahahahaha! Forget it. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_cry.gif" /&gt; So let's get back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched a commercial on Myx. Kamikazee is the VJ for the month of April. Oh my. I really miss these guys. Their songs are part of my growing-up-in-high-school-life. Most probably, their songs were a hit to us when I was still a sophomore. Then they're slowly fading,or should I say, suddenly disappear on half year of our junior high. Argh. I so love how they play their own music. I mean, either the lyrics of the song is funny or about love, the way they play it is unique. I was always watching Kamikazee whenever they have guesting or live shows on T.V.,(because that time, I was still waiting hundred hours just for a single video to buffer, so I preferred watching on t.v.) :P They're totally MORE grown up now! xD With those mustaches on their face. Haha. But it's a good news that they're still alive, that they're not having somewhat like 'the final set'. Ohh. If you know what I mean. E-heads is a great band also, so 'the final set' gave their fans a big blast of sadness, thinking that that set was the final one. Hey, why did this conversation end up here? Oh well, some songs of Kamikazee here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility: visible; margin-right: auto; width: 450px;"&gt; &lt;object width="435" height="270"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart_shuffle.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D61535802%26t%3D1238561480&amp;amp;wid=os"&gt; &lt;embed style="width: 435px; visibility: visible; height: 270px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart_shuffle.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://www.indimusic.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=61535802&amp;amp;t=1238561480&amp;amp;wid=os" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0" width="435" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-4110021885941410001?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/4110021885941410001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=4110021885941410001&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/4110021885941410001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/4110021885941410001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/04/kamikazee-is-back.html' title='Kamikazee is Back'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-4039346374738079859</id><published>2009-03-24T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:48:01.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom Said, “You Made It”</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_crazydance.gif"&gt; Bored&lt;br /&gt;Music: Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t know why but this is probably my 4th post about my graduation or being sad about it and missing my friends, blah-blah… So I can’t blame you if you’re already sick about reading my loneliness. Haa. Whatever, I’ll continue posting this. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems like a dream. I can’t feel that it’s already over. The graduation ceremony lasted for three and a half hours. And between those hours, I really can’t feel any happiness or sadness. Oh yes, I cried. But as other people say, it’s called ‘mixed emotions’. Happy? Depression? Oh.. What a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to hug all of the other graduates as a sign of ‘Goodbye &amp;amp; Goodluck’, and of course, to hug Mr. Crush as a sign of ‘It’s the end, goodbye”. *woot!* But I failed. I’m not able to hug them all because others are missing or others are still hugging others. Haa! Then we also have to form for our last C.A.T. ever. Aww. I wanna cry now. *sob.sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don’t have enough pictures to share about my graduation. Of course, it's because I’m not the one who was holding my camera that time. But I've uploaded some on my &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://sasamechan.multiply.com/photos/album/15/Graduation_Day_-_March_24_2009"&gt;multiply account&lt;/a&gt;. Haa! And so, here’s a video while we’re singing our school hymn and our graduation song which was compose by our co-graduate, Mark Rio Lacson. Nice song! Really love it. The video probably started in the first chorus and so on, so the first stanza wasn’t here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xLwP7Fq_pNQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xLwP7Fq_pNQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Goodbye (Graduation Song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things are different&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things must change&lt;br /&gt;Although we do no wish it&lt;br /&gt;Somethings must go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with different faces&lt;br /&gt;People with different identities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Let's just imagine, it's our time to fly&lt;br /&gt;You'll always stay in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Although we're miles apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we remember faces&lt;br /&gt;We remember their memories&lt;br /&gt;It's like they're gone forever&lt;br /&gt;The truth is they're with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with different faces&lt;br /&gt;People with different identities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Let's just imagine, it's our time to fly&lt;br /&gt;You'll always stay in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Although we're miles apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;St. Joseph College Hymn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are thy loyal children,&lt;br /&gt;St. Joseph College dear&lt;br /&gt;All praise to thee Oh Alma Mater&lt;br /&gt;Hear our voices clear&lt;br /&gt;Thy name is gold within our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We carry day by day&lt;br /&gt;Shall stay unstained forever dear&lt;br /&gt;Till we all turn to clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the bells, ringing tells&lt;br /&gt;Music from our hearts core&lt;br /&gt;All praise to thee honor glory be,&lt;br /&gt;This is the song, we sing so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I got home, my mom called &amp;amp; said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You made it&lt;/span&gt;". And it's all thanks to her. She worked so hard abroad just for my tuition and expenses at school, the school who gave me changes and experiences in life. I'm really happy that graduating is also a relief to her. Haa! Well, that's it for the 'another' graduation post. I promise that this is definitely the last. Aww. I still miss the batch. :C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-4039346374738079859?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/4039346374738079859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=4039346374738079859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/4039346374738079859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/4039346374738079859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mom-said-you-made-it.html' title='My Mom Said, “You Made It”'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-1074336556688775534</id><published>2009-03-24T09:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:39:06.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything has Its Own Way of Finale</title><content type='html'>Mood: Sad / Dramatic&lt;br /&gt;Music: Journey by Lea Salonga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;font-size:180%;"&gt;GOODBYE HIGHSCHOOL LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Is it really the end? Is everything gonna end? Of course, it is. And it will surely leave a deep cut in my heart.&lt;/span&gt; (EMO?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially a HS graduate student and I officially left my HS life. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;later&lt;/span&gt;) It's still making me sad that everything, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;, we did in our highschool life will never ever happen again in my whole dramatic-but-happy life. All of the memories that were left in me will always stay with me. I won't forget those happy and sad times that were made by all of the people who was or wasn't with me in my 4years stay in highschool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remember! I want to show you something. This was my post on my first blog last year. It was written in tagalog because that time, I still don't care about my posts and who'll read it. I was even using 'sticky-caps', one thing that I hate in cyberworld. So, please be patient. It's not too long, don't worry. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;input value="show this post" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; width: 100px; font-size: 14px;" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'hide this post'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'show this post'; }" type="button"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="codebox"&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4px" color="#ff0080"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My last first day of school in my high school life…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt; Kahit ayoko pa, la na aku mga2wa..ggraduate nnman kame..&lt;br /&gt;Tas magka-college nman, tpos mgttrabaho..tpos aun na..di ko na alam..&lt;br /&gt;Kahit sbhin p ntin na dis is not our last FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL, pra sken, un p rin un..&lt;br /&gt;Pki-basa nga title nitoNg post ko… wLa maN laNg mrmdmAn n eMotioNs diba??&lt;br /&gt;..haha!! di baLe..pra skeN, iMpoRtantE p riN tong dAy nA toh..kHit di ako mxadoNg excited..dibah dibah?! paNu nmAn kc akU mae-eXcitE kuNg hiNdi kU n mgA2wa mga gus2 ko sa gus2 koNg orAs at pNahoN..tulad nG mga suMusunOd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maNuod nG tv ayoN sa orAs ng pabOrito kong paNuorin..(awts!!XD)&lt;br /&gt;*mag-ceLfoN khit wLang load..diba diba?!&lt;br /&gt;*mag-internet from 11:30 pm-2:o0 am.. (Dial-up lang kase kea gnun..harhar!)&lt;br /&gt;*ma2log ayon sa kagus2han ko, jus like 3am..^.^ hoho&lt;br /&gt;*gigising ako after my 10 hours sleep..(usually, it’s 12noon)&lt;br /&gt;*gagala around cavite with friends&lt;br /&gt;*punta kiLa rafaella&lt;br /&gt;*manuod ng pbb because of ROBI&lt;br /&gt;*mag-gm ng mag-gm sa cLan khit ala aman kwenta gm ko..LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;*punta skuL at lait-laitin ito…(wahaha!!sama eh noh??)&lt;br /&gt;*makinig sa ipod kong 27 pLang ang knta..(san kpa?!)&lt;br /&gt;*mgbasa ng mAnga haNggAng abUtiN nG mdaLing arAw..&lt;br /&gt;*mnUod nG aNimE buoNg arAw sa kwarto kOh n prang priNsesa..&lt;br /&gt;*mkipagteLebabad sa telephone kuNg cnU maN anG pwedEng kAusapiN..&lt;br /&gt;*mgpahaba ng kuko at mgpa-manicure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at napakarami pang iba..&lt;br /&gt;tapos, ang kapalit nman nun ay ang mga pahirap pero masayang school days…like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*intrams&lt;br /&gt;*fieldtrip&lt;br /&gt;*last high school retreat&lt;br /&gt;*school programs&lt;br /&gt;*CAT training&lt;br /&gt;*gawa ng projects sa bhay ng mga cLassmates&lt;br /&gt;*makinig sa lesson kahit antok na antok ka na..XD&lt;br /&gt;*makita mo pa mga college crushes mo khit mga mukhang gurang na..(PIS!!^^,v)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..at, nakaw!.. npAkrAmi pang ibaNg n tLga nmAng kyLangaNg anG banatan ng buto..haha!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh pano?? Until here nLang..mgpost ako after mtapus sa kylngan tpusin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAI-BAI..^^,)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha! I can't believe that I've changed too much when it comes to typing in posts. Sticky caps, spelling, grammar and language. I feel irritated after reading this, thinking that it was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; who wrote this. Ohh... So, what can you say? Just 10 months ago, I posted this crap talking about things like "I don't want to start school yet because I don't want to graduate yet". And now, it's all still the same. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Thanks for all the people who shared their laughter and tears with me for the past 4-5 years. I hope we will still share our stories when we meet someday. I will all miss these guys. xC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cried.&lt;/span&gt; I've cried too much. And this is enough. Everything has an ending, and everything has its own way of finale. It's my last Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; If I could just reincarnate, I will grab my camera and take pictures of memories everyday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-1074336556688775534?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/1074336556688775534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=1074336556688775534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1074336556688775534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1074336556688775534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-has-its-own-way-of-finale.html' title='Everything has Its Own Way of Finale'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-4101275316964969255</id><published>2009-03-23T19:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:10:13.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Talumpati: Paalam, Hayskul</title><content type='html'>&lt;center  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SJC Batch 2008-2009, Para sa inyo 'to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga kaklase ko, mga kaibigan ko, mga kabatch-mate ko, MARAMING SALAMAT SA INYO. Sa lahat ng nagawa niyo sa buhay ko, sa pagiging mabuting kaibigan, kausap, katabe, kaklase, katawan, katinginan, kainsultuhan, kachat, katext, kangitian, kaaway, kasama, kasigawan, kasabay, kakalbitan at kung anu-ano pang naging relasyon naten. Wala akong makakalimutan kahit isang hibla ng buhok ninyo, lalung lalo na yung mga nagbigay ng litrato at sumulat sa malaki kong skrappbukk. Gusto ko nga rin palang humingi ng patawad sa mga kaepalan ko, kakasigaw ko, kakastolen ko, kakaiyak ko sa mababaw na dahilan, at iba pang mga kinainis niyo sa aken. Isa lang naman ang dahilan niyan eh, hindi ako PERPEKTO. Pero, kung gusto niyo, pwede rin ako maging perpekto, kaso, may bayad lang. xP Itatago ko ang huling remembrance niyo sa aken sa highschool life ko hanggang sa libingan ko. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayo, magkakahiwa-hiwalay nang lahat. MANHID na lang ang hindi umiyak o magsabi na mahal ang make-up nila kaya hindi pwede mabasa ng luha. Lahat kayo, parte na ng buhay ko. Kahit yung mga taong ni isang minuto sa buhay ko ay hindi ko pa nakakausap nang masinsinan. Tae! Ako pa makakalimot? Eh bukod sa mga kamaganak ko, wala na akong ibang kaibigang tulad niyo, mga bading kayo! xD Itetreasure ko ang mga ala-ala niyo hanggang sa paglaki ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamimiss ko lahat ng mga pinagsamahan naten. Kahit yung mga simpleng tawanan sa klase, mga tuksuhan, tawanan at sigawan kapag walang teacher, mga pangangalbet , kakilala man o hinde, sa mga simpleng apir-apir at ngitian bilang pagbate, sa galaan kapag may project, mga picture-picture naten! (magaupload ako sa mulitply ko!) Lahat ng yan, gusto ko pa sanang maulet. Pero mukhang imposible na. Hindi na natin masusuot ang school uniform naten, pati na C.A.T. uniform at GALA dress. Wala ng intermission na magaganap, hindi na ako makakarinig ng mga tuksuhan sa paligid-ligid, at syempre, hindi na tayo makakapag-Flag Ceremony ulet. Mahirap mang sabihin ngunit kaylangang tanggapin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAXTRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung wala kayo, walang abnormal na Katrina sa mundo. xD Maraming salamat sa nagawa niyo sa aken. Sa lahat ng tawanan, chismis, galaan, utangan, bentahan, awayan at iba pa. Kung hindi tayo dumaan sa mga problema, ano pang silbi ng pagiging totoong magkakaibigan naten? Mahal ko kayo! Kaya isama nyo ako sa MOA! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C.G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa mga panahon na nakasama ko kayo. Patawarin niyo ako kung nalayu man ang loob ko sa inyo sa mga nakaraang taon matapos tayong mahiwahiwalay ng section. Pero kahit ganon, kaibigan ko pa rin kayo, naging parte ng buhay ko. Cutie Galz is NOT Dead! *cross fingers* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.O.G.I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat sa mga panahon na ibinahagi niyo sa isang baliw na tulad ko. Magkakaiba man tayo ng tropa, hindi pa rin mababago ang katotohanan na kasama kayo sa listahan ng mga kaibigan ko. Salamat sa lahat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RECALCITRANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiiiisss!! *yeah!* Haha! Unang-una, gusto kong magsorry sa mga nagawa kong panlalait sa inyo. xD Kung alam niyo lang, lagi ko kayong pinaparinggan. Pero mukha namang wala kayong pakialam. Salamat sa mga panahong nakasama ko kayo sa tawanan at asaran, pati sa hipuan!!! At higit sa lahat, salamat sa pagsuporta nyo saming dalawa ni “P”! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salamat sa mga nagpatawa saken ng bonggang bongga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAXTRO, Toni Atkinson, Erika Preciado, Kevin Ambos, Jouize Paroan, Patrick de Pedro, R.V. Castañeda, Edwin Portacio, King de Guzman, Eugene Encranacion at iba pang komedyante. Bentang benta ang joke niyo saken na talaga namang binili ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sa mga nagpaiyak saken kahit sa mababaw na dahilan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAXTRO, R.V. Castañeda, Ralph Coros, C.A.T. Uniform!, Anthony Clay Daoana, Aileen Marie Aniñon, Lian Encarnacion, at iba pang mga sadista diyan! Hindi na ako galet! Pinatawad ko na kayo, matagal na. Kung hindi ko man kayo pinapansin, absent lang saglet ang pagkakaibigan naten, dadating ang araw na papasok ulit to.xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sa mga naging crush ko at mga nagpatibok ng puso ko:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oppppssss. May bayad na to.* Alam kong hindi niyo alam na naging crush ko kayo. Pero salamat na rin dahil nalalapitan ko kayo ng hindi niyo alam na may gusto ako sa inyo. Ibig sabihin, walang ilangan. xD Lalu na sa pinakalatest kong crush! Lagi kitang iniisip! Buwisit ka! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sa mga naging kagroup ko sa mga project:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patawad kung minsan ay late ako o hindi na ako naattend. Pero kahit ganon, enjoy pa rin ako sa mga naging praktis naten! Enjoy ako! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung iba pang hindi ko nabanggit, wag nang magtampo dahil nasa puso ko pa rin kayo. Hindi ko talaga kayo makakalimutan, at sana ay ganun din kayo! Para ipaalam ko sa inyo, may posibilidad na hindi na tayo magkita pa sa buong buhay natin pagkatapos ng graduation, kaya ang tanging hinihiling ko lang ay makasama ko kayong lahat sa isang araw. Parang reunion ba? Ewan! Haha! Kapag may galaan, wag niyo ko kalimutan yayain ha? Salamat din ng marami sa mga nagbigay ng picture at sumulat sa skrappbukk ko! Isa ito sa mga paraan ko para hindi ko kayo malimutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maging masaya sana tayong lahat sa mga landas na tatahakin natin, lalo na sa college life! Maraming salamat ulit sa lahat. Mamimiss ko ang batch na to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/iv---matthew.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/iv---matthew.gif" width="500"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click mo nalang para magrab mo. bawal right click dito eh.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-4101275316964969255?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/4101275316964969255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=4101275316964969255&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/4101275316964969255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/4101275316964969255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/03/ang-talumpati-paalam-hayskul.html' title='Ang Talumpati: Paalam, Hayskul'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/th_iv---matthew.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-3273823648529075266</id><published>2009-03-22T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:29:00.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Junior to his Senior.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 20, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_shocked.gif" /&gt; Speechless / Shocked&lt;br /&gt;Music: The Quiet by We the Kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, a friend of mine keep on bothering me with some goosebump-ing questions. It's about my last dance in our JS Prom, if you have read my &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-last-junior-senior-promenade.html"&gt;JS PROM&lt;/a&gt; post. This boy never gave me a problem so we're still friends. But, where did this boy came from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're friends since I was in junior high and he was a sophomore. He first sent me a message asking if he could be my friend, and I agreed. He said that I am funny to talk with that's why he want to be friends with me. We shared many things with each other on texts. We even call each other 'Kptd' (kapatid). We've last being friends up until now without even talking with him at school because I don't want to be a topic of the gossipers. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_cheeky.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, our lives were peaceful back then, but then became ruined. He was asking for help from my not-too-close-friend. But even this not-too-close-friend can't do anything about it. She was actually asking about my feelings for this guy but it is more likely that she wants this boy to be *my guy*. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_tired.gif" /&gt; And she is so demanding. So I told her that I'll just talk with him to settle the problem. But, me myself don't even know if that's true. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_biggrin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the training at the afternoon, I figured out that I didn't do what I said to the *not-too-close-friend*. And I didn't felt guilty at all. (I am so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUMB&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_wink.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I got home, I turned on my computer and waited till it finished loading,(until the YM is open). I didn't expect that he is online because it's so rare to see his name without an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I'm Mobile*&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I'm on SmS* something&lt;/span&gt; beside it. Then, he immediately buzzed me after seeing my OL status, and we started chatting. At first, he was asking what *not-too-close-friend* and me talked about.I never answered him directly coz I somehow forgot what I have to reply. Then he suddenly said that he .............. loves me!!! FTWTF!? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: I didn't put the exact words and even what we wrote because that'll be out of my privacy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_cheeky.gif" /&gt; So I asked him why. He answered me in the way that is hard for me to understand. I really don't know what to answer him. My mind is all blank,(but was actually thinking about other *guy*). &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_oooh.gif" /&gt; So, i tried to change the topic and find a way to make an excuse and sign out. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over! Our friendship was ruined! I've told him that I don't want to have a boyfriend but he insisted and said that he'll wait. Ohh. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_tired.gif" /&gt; And now, i'm out of order. I don't know how to face him. I don't what to say. Argh! &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_crazydance2.gif" width="55" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-3273823648529075266?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/3273823648529075266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=3273823648529075266&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/3273823648529075266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/3273823648529075266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/03/confessions-of-junior-to-his-senior.html' title='Confessions of a Junior to his Senior.'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-8863081028657820623</id><published>2009-03-22T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:40:01.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the Big Help. =]</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_bored.gif"&gt; Hungry&lt;br /&gt;Music: Nice Piece of Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of this many times before. That comments will be just another mess in my messy blog. I also thought that I can't get many comments at all. But, it's OVER. I've made up my mind. I'll put the code here, but, it'll be just a temporary one. Starting my next post, if I don't get more than 5 comments or more, I'll remove it. I don't want to please my friends to comment on my posts. They will do it on their own if they want to, right? I'll plurk it when I have a new post, so add me on plurk, mmkay? &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_wink.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tagboard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those people who said that using tagboard is way better and easy to use, I think that's a better idea. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_happy.gif"&gt; I don't need comments at all. But, as I said, messages on my tagboard is different from comments. I don't want your messages to be deleted by CBOX when it already reached its limit, because... I have my reason. I wish you understand. As I said, it's just a temporary one. Thanks for the advice! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who agreed to put the comments, thank you all for your suggestions and wanting to help me out! &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_yay.gif"&gt; What you said is right. Having your friends' comments about your posts is a good thing. But,honestly, I don't expect any at all. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_cry.gif"&gt; My posts are boring and are just about my craziness. But if you continue to leave comments on my tagboard, all the other important messages which are saved in it will be automatically deleted. So I think that saving your messages (not comments about my posts) on my CBOX is more important than not having many comments. Argh! I can'tunderstand my own explanation. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_yuck.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not using Shoutmix because I am more comfortable using my ALMOST 10 months old tagboard. It's sentimental. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for cooperating with me. I knew it, that there are many of you are good friends. Again, Thank you. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_biggrin.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-8863081028657820623?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/8863081028657820623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=8863081028657820623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8863081028657820623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8863081028657820623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-for-big-help.html' title='Thanks for the Big Help. =]'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-7877681363761413252</id><published>2009-03-21T09:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:55:00.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Your Help</title><content type='html'>Mood: Sleepy. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Makeup Smeared Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the first time I blogged, about June last year, I never put comments on my posts. I didn't even care because I know that reading my posts is the bore-st thing a person could ever do, the same as for the others. I think, that time, it's boring to read posts. But it's now different. There are so many bloggers that interests me to read their posts as well as to leave a comment on it.  And, because some of my friends who are reading my posts, (thank you, whoever you might be) are commenting on my tagboard, I think I should put the code now. It's not being jealous that other people have this on their blog so I should have one too. No. Definitely not. I just think that my tagboard is more important than anything else. It can only accommodate up to 150 messages, or more. And for a person who is such choosy, like me, that 150 messages limit is not enough. So now, I need your help. Whether to put comments on my posts or is it better to leave it like this. 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I know. It's my fault. But that's too much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Requirements in English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Notebook&lt;br /&gt;- Textbook&lt;br /&gt;- Workbook&lt;br /&gt;- Theme Writing&lt;br /&gt;- Speech&lt;br /&gt;- 3 Magica Magazine reaction papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one to be submitted is the Theme writing. I didn't have so much problem with it because I only need one more theme to write. The next one was the notebook. She didn't mention the deadline clearly so I don't know when to submit it. Friday, February 20, 2009, it's the JS Prom day but we still have to go to school in the morning for the mass. It's a mass so I didn't brought too much things. Then suddenly, my classmate said that we need to pass our notebook. I was completely shocked because I didn't brought it with me. My classmate, Danica, didn't have her notebook too. So we decided to go home together to get our notebook at home before 9! It's already 8:30 so we have to hurry. Why did she gave such a short time?! It's her fault for not informing us! I've paid my last money for the fair and after I've arrived home, I was so tired that was giving me more courage not to attend the prom. But, of course not. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, March 03, 2009, the day before the exam, we have to pass our workbook but I forgot it at home. I don't have the chance to ask someone to bring it to school because I don't want to bother anyone at home. So I decided to make the three hellish reaction papers. The next day, when I already have to pass the reaction papers, she was asking for my workbook. I asked her why is it still needed. I've made the reaction paper for the punishment of not submitting on time. She said, '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aba, syempre naman ipapasa mo yun&lt;/span&gt;'. Unfortunately, I didn't brought it, and then she gave me until 11:30 to pass it. It's already 11:05 that time. She first asked me where were I living, I answered 'sa may caridad po'. And she replied, '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh, malapit lang naman pala eh.&lt;/span&gt;' Duh?! If I ride a jeep, it will take me, more or less 15 minutes. And if I ride a tricycle, it will be more or less 10 minutes, plus, an expensive fare! But the time is running, so I decided to ride the tricycle. Luckily, the driver asked us to pay only 40 pesos from school to house, then from house to school. Nice! So, I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, March 6, 2009, we were asked to pass all of the requirements she was asking. I prepared my notebook, textbook, workbook, reaction papers, theme and my speech, and of course, with my clearance. I want her to be the first to sign my clearance because it's her who gave me such a burden completing my requirements in her subject. Everything is ready. And when I approached her, she refused and said that she'll do it on Monday. Argh! She's just the biggest fr**k I've ever known! I never want to be her student again. Ttssss..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-7287640006368431118?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/7287640006368431118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=7287640006368431118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7287640006368431118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7287640006368431118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-you-sensei-but-should-i-keep-it.html' title='I Hate You Sensei, But,  should I keep it forever?'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbysA8qGKCI/AAAAAAAAAX4/WGBYNk15FGU/s72-c/hatred+for+a+teacher+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-2933360430357024782</id><published>2009-03-06T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:37:59.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Really Want to Leave?</title><content type='html'>Mood: Sad. Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Music: Goodbye to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown is getting shorter. I don’t wanna hear it. I don’t wanna know it. I don’t wanna admit it. Why do I have to gra.. gra….. gradu… graduate!? Is it my fault for loving my high school life &amp; for missing it this much? Oh well, we still have 2 weeks in high school, and I can’t believe that it’s actually happening. These things that we’re doing now won’t be the same as the new coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the last day of the FINALS, definitely the last. I know that there will be more exams in college but this is literally the last one in high school. I will never experience this in the future and that’s what’s depressing me. I never wish to graduate. But this graduation will be a help for my mother who is in a far away land. (Switzerland) But, just to think about it, if I studied in Japan or Korea or Taiwan (special countries I want to go to), maybe I will be just graduating junior high now then will have a new high school life in the senior high. But, that would be impossible. Ohhhh. The pain will always stay here. I will never forget my high school life. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a sec, it sounds like I’ll be graduating tomorrow, huh? Well, I just want to treasure every moment, bad or good times will always be included. Waaa. Forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They were throwing bottles toeach other, then suddenly, my tears clouded my eyes. Everything will never be the same again. Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-2933360430357024782?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/2933360430357024782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=2933360430357024782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/2933360430357024782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/2933360430357024782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-really-want-to-leave.html' title='Do You Really Want to Leave?'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-8053185901725285675</id><published>2009-02-26T19:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:42:15.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbyuOmZnttI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Cx45dMl_2U8/s400/i+want+no+more+copy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313313226239751890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_busyeating.gif"&gt; Busy&lt;br /&gt;Music: We Are Broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm getting tired of you. I think we should take a break for a little while. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;List of Requirements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A.P.&lt;/font&gt; - 6 Damayan Magazine reaction papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math&lt;/font&gt; - Notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.L.E.&lt;/font&gt; - Food Preservation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Computer &lt;/font&gt;- Notebook &amp;amp; Website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English &lt;/font&gt;- Notebook, Textbook, Workbook, Theme Writing, 3 Magica Magazine reaction papers, Speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics &lt;/font&gt;- Notebook, Quiz Notebook, Laboratory Sheeets, 2 formula cards, 2 Bato Balani Magazine reaction papers, 7 test papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M.A.P.E.H.&lt;/font&gt; - Notebook with 100 questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C.L.E.&lt;/font&gt; - Interview with a priest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calculus &lt;/font&gt;- Notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino &lt;/font&gt;- Report in El Filibusterismo, Project Notebook, Notebook with summary of El Filibusterismo (from chapter 1-40)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think this is great? I almost cry because of this list of requirements. I can't do most of it so I asked my friends to do it then I will just pay them. It's not being lazy. Because those requirements are crazy! Especially English and Filipino. In English, when you failed to pass any of it on the deadline, you will have to pass 3 reaction papers. I failed to pass my workbook on time so I have to pass 3 reaction papers. In Filipino, my report did well. But it made our hands crying for justice because we have to write and write and write and never ending write our notebook with summary of El Filibusterismo chapter 1 to 40 then project notebook from chapter 1 to 15. Unfortunately, whenever I try to start writing my notebook or even my project notebook at home, my pen is running out of ink and I don't have stocks. Even though i bought a new one, it also ran out of ink. So Monday is the only day I can make it. Imagine that? All I have to do on Monday is to write! And I can't even get to listen to the lesson even though I try to. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to accomplish these requirements so that I can't graduate. Waa! Why do I have to say goodbye. After I finish this list, it will be our exam, then... NO MORE!! No more paper works, no more group projects, no more hanging out with classmates. NO MORE HIGHSCHOOL WORRIES!! NO WAY!!! I need to move on! I want no more tears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-8053185901725285675?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/8053185901725285675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=8053185901725285675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8053185901725285675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8053185901725285675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-no-more.html' title='I Want No More'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbyuOmZnttI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Cx45dMl_2U8/s72-c/i+want+no+more+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-1408403260695381028</id><published>2009-02-24T19:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:32:53.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Impossible</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/sleep.gif" /&gt; Daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;Music: So Much More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, (or should I say...) this morning, I was awake by the call of my aunt outside our house. *no, she's not calling me.* Even though my eyes are open, my mind is still dreaming. It was a dream that I've never expected. It really made me happy. But, this time... while writing this post, I already forgot what actually happened on that dream. *actually, I first wrote this blog on a notebook, then I am retyping it now* I tried so hard remembering it but, it's no use. Fortunately, I can still remember why this dream makes me happy. Because, it's Zhi Shu &amp;amp; Xiang Qin. Well, I know that when I watch something for the whole day then think about it before I sleep, there's a possibility that I will dream about it. And, I did. Hoho. So, whatever. I will be the only one who'll understand this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I think that you should also understand the feeling that when you are craving for something impossible, you will feel happy even though it just happened in your dream. And I feel great about this dream because it's impossible. ohh. I'm sorry if my explanation sucks. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-1408403260695381028?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/1408403260695381028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=1408403260695381028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1408403260695381028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1408403260695381028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-impossible.html' title='Something Impossible'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/th_sleep.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-6971904004646218482</id><published>2009-02-23T15:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:12:09.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tada, Kimi wo Aishiteru</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbsnjQs9mSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/zabdFGde7L0/s400/kimiwoaishiterunc4qw7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312883672146090274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_no.gif"&gt; Dramatic&lt;br /&gt;Music: Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Japanese movie really inspired me more in photography, plus, in romance movies. I am really not fond of watching movies but it’s a great past time, especially on these kinds of genres. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tada, Kimi wo Aishiteru&lt;/span&gt; didn’t bored me. It’s not that worth of watching when you don’t like weird or annoying girls. But Shizuru is different. She is confident and she trusts herself. It’s really depressing that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Shizuru disappeared and died after their first and last romantic kiss.&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;-----Hover it to see spoiler. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLOT:&lt;/span&gt;(Hover it to see spoiler. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"She used to lie very often."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Due to his inferiority complex, Makoto shies away from other people, but Shizuru manages to make him open up to her. Because of their friendship, Shizuru takes interest in photography and they often go to a forest, partially hidden from the public, to take photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Shizuru wants nothing but to be at Makoto's side. When Makoto starts liking a college friend Miyuki, Shizuru decides that she too will like Miyuki and becomes her friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One day, Makoto asks Shizuru what birthday present she would like. With her interest in a photography contest, Shizuru wants a photo of them kissing in the hidden forest. Since that day of the forest kiss Shizuru disappears from Makoto's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miyazaki Aoi is so pretty. I feel like watching Nana now. But I don’t have the time. -__- Oh! Let me tell you, it’s very rare that I am sharing these kinds of things. I am really not that kind of person. I am selfish because I am afraid that people will boast things that they’ll read on my blog. I just don’t want people to take benefits on the information that I know. But being selfish can’t help me gain friends. So, I hope you’ll like it. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-6971904004646218482?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/6971904004646218482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=6971904004646218482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/6971904004646218482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/6971904004646218482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/02/tada-kimi-wo-aishiteru.html' title='Tada, Kimi wo Aishiteru'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbsnjQs9mSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/zabdFGde7L0/s72-c/kimiwoaishiterunc4qw7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-7351401485649739519</id><published>2009-02-21T01:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:39:18.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Junior-Senior Promenade</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/sleep.gif" /&gt; Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Music: Tonight by FM Static&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm. I never thought that I’ll have a post about this annoying prom. But, hmpf, whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t taken too much picture this time because my camera was in a total mess! It’s totally broken again. So, the pictures that I’ve taken can’t be helped. I’ll just tell the story if I really have to. But, what can I do? I’m feeling lazy again. Haa! Anyhey, I’ll keep the story flowing. This will be on present tense. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 3:30 and I am almost late. I still have to go at Patricia’s house to wear my dress. I’m getting irritated because it’s too hot and the make-up on my face is already drifting. And so, here I am at Patricia’s residence and I immediately run into their bathroom to dress up. I am all ready and we were rushing up to their revo. We still have to pick Jazze &amp;amp; Kris before going to the venue. It’s still hot. Hot enough to make me more pissed. Here we are, at the front of a restaurant named Chefoo. Getting all nervous and ashamed. I really want to go home immediately, run into the bathroom to erase my make-up, bash the door of my room, take my clothes off, change into my pajamas and cover myself on my blanket to sleep this early just to forget what is actually happening this time. But, that would be impossible. We are now entering the entrance of the Chefoo and most of the eyes of everyone are at us. “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do I do? What do I do?&lt;/span&gt;”, my mind shouts. Some of them are taking pictures and here I am, with eyebrows meeting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re waiting for about an hour now. And I became more annoyed. They said the program will start at exactly 4:00pm. But it’s actually a few minutes before 5:00pm now. Duh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the program finally starts. We, the cotillioners, will be walking through another entrance. And guess what, we are the first pair to walk through the entrance after the non-contillioners are done with their own entrances. Thank God it will be by batch so I’m not that nervous. I’m getting energy to take pictures now. My partner also asks me to have a picture of the two of us and I agree, of course. Some of the cotillioners are also taking pictures but I am feeling lazy again to join them. So I’m staying at my line watching the others’ entrances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is running out. Sooner or later, it will be our turn. I can feel my heartbeat starting to pound faster every second. “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It will be over soon. After this entrance, it will be over. So relax, please…&lt;/span&gt;” I really don’t know what to do. I keep on saying words that even me, can’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it’s the contillioners’ turn. Relax, Katrina. Relax, please. Smile and walk with your back straight. I am now standing at the front of everyone’s eyes. Suddenly, my Number (placed on a blank CD) fall off. Oh my, what should I do?! I happen to meet the eyes of Mrs. Young, (my Filipino teacher) and she is saying something that I understand instantly. ‘Ask my partner to pick it up’ is what she is asks me to do. Gratefully, he also understands it right away. “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;”. A simple word that all I can say this exact moment to my teacher and my partner. It’s time to take a sit now. Whew! It’s over. But, definitely not. We still have to do a special production number which is giving me more worries because of my high heels. I’m not used wearing high heels because I am already tall enough that I always wear flats. And so, this is the programme’s list which is boring. Haa! Certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROGRAMME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Invocation&lt;/span&gt; - Erika Pueblo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome Address&lt;/span&gt; - Mark Lacson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inspirational talk&lt;/span&gt; - Sr. Ma. Flora Silvero A.R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JS Message&lt;/span&gt; - Sr. Briggette Parba A.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bequeathal Speech&lt;/span&gt; – Stephanie Mae Encarnacion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acceptance Speech&lt;/span&gt; – Minette Angelica Sto. Tomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bequeathal and Acceptance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ceremony&lt;/span&gt; - 3rd yr (Next in Line) and 4th yr (Friends Forever) Students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Presentation of Mr. and Ms. JS 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Will and Testament&lt;/span&gt; - Fay Paredes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Special Production Numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3rd yr Students – Candyman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4th yr Students - Sway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pasa Doble&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faculty Production Number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Announcement of Winners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Closing Remarks&lt;/span&gt; - Hillary Gaspar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;programme list: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://morethanjustdrama.blogspot.com/"&gt;patricia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not actually listening while this program’s going on. I am busy playing Vortex at my ipod. My seatmates, Joaquin and Cedric (I don’t know their full name), are watching me playing. They’re also feeling bored and so my partner, Joaquin is now playing a game on his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling hungry. My tummy’s now begging for its yummies. I hold up my spoon&amp;amp;fork and keep on tapping it on the table. Fortunately, this program is soon to end and my tummy can hear it already. We just need to pray first and thank God for the wonderful food that we’re going to receive. And then, finally, it’s time to eat! I have a really full plate and I feel shy about others can see that I am greedy. But no worries, I know that nobody will notice, or should I say, I’ll imagine that nobody will notice. Haha! Done eating. I am feeling full now. Just like my tummy is saying, “Please, oh please. It’s already full down here. Stop dropping foods now” Haha! Just kidding. Then, thinking that my tummy is crying now, I decide to stop finishing my food. I am letting myself forget that I promised to eat more food so that my P600 won’t be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more moments passed. One of our teachers grab the mic and say, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, the dance floor is now all yours&lt;/span&gt;” then the bright lights is changed into colorful ones. Then the first song suddenly shocks me, but in a good way. It’s Tonight by FM Static. I am enjoying the song with my friends even on my seat. Later on, my friend, Kris, asks me to go to where her mother and brother are, and we stay and chit-chat there for a moment. It’s good that I’m a little close to her mother and her brother is fun to talk with. Then, Kris says that she’ll be going home by 9:30pm. Hmm? But why? We then go back to where our friends are, and then I unintentionally sit beside Kuya Kim. I ask him why he is not yet dancing, and he reply to me that he will not dance with the other girls until he haven’t danced the girl that he likes, Kris. What an adoring guy. The music keeps on playing until I didn’t notice that it’s already passed 9:30pm. So Kris tells us that she is leaving. I immediately tell her to dance with Kuya Kim but she is refusing because her mother might see them. But I still insist her to dance with him. I even put my hands together and beg her just to do it. I tell them that I will hide them at the back. Fortunately, she now agrees. The song that they are dancing is now done. Kris is taking her leave. I can see both happiness and worries on Kuya Kim’s face. But it is a relief for me. Well then, it’s my time to have fun now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn’t plan to dance because I don’t have any boy that I like at the prom. Haa! Suddenly, my partner is now asking me to dance, but I refuse. I just want to be with my friends. But, as later goes on, I feel sympathy for my partner. Haha! Not actually sympathy, but I feel like ‘refusing’ is the sad part. A few songs have passed. I now see him walking with his friend, (also my friend) Matthew, towards me, approaching me to dance. I then refuse and tell him “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still haven’t danced my partner yet. He was the first one who asked me so I should dance him first&lt;/span&gt;” (this was said in tagalog, of course) He agrees. And now, I am dancing with my partner, Joaquin, and we are talking about some things. The song is now about to finish. I can see Matthew walking towards us and as the song ends, he is now the one at the front of me. It’s been so long since we last talk with each other so it took us ‘four straight songs’ until I decide to ex-change partner with my friend, Precious. Her partner is the very lovable Michael Paul Gapate. Haha! (Lovable?!) We continue ex-changing partners. Most of these guys are my classmates and friends. There are just few of them who aren’t my closed friends so I felt little shy. Thank God they’re nice and they are talking with me even if I’m a little nonsense to talk with. Haa! I am getting tired. Maybe it’s just a sacrifice about the computer matter. I almost haven’t taken a seat yet because most of the time, I am at the dance floor. It’s not slow dance all the time, of course. So, after dancing with the guys, I am now having fun dancing with my friends with these party songs. Afterwards, slow dance are up again. There are still some guys approaching this ugly-fat-boring girl. Kuya Kim is also thanking me while we are dancing and he tells me that he will pay back for what I did earlier. And then I reply, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Money will be okay&lt;/span&gt;” Haha! Time is being drained swiftly. It will be slow dance now until midnight. Matthew again approaches me to dance. And sorry to say, xD he is my last dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still regretting the prom night. Oh, because everything annoyed me. It’s not a waste at all but there are things that I am really regretting until now. Just like the food that I wasn’t able to finish because I was already full, my dress which I really hate so much, my make-up which costs P400, the dances which I really don’t want to have, my camera which is broken, and lastly, the time of being apart to my computer. I don’t know why prom is not so special for me while others love it so much. Maybe it’s because my crush isn’t there. Well, he’s already a 4th year ‘college’ student so what would I expect most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, because of the reason that I don't have photo's to put here, I'll be back after grabbing some from my friends. Hm.. What more? Woah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;?! This is already too long! Hoho. But, while I am reading this post, i came to notice that I am not good in writing in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt;. I still have to use &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;past tense&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! It's just a try, though. Well, I am now feeling sleepy, too. So, gotta go! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the songs I can remember that was played in the prom. I'll add more as soon as I remember them. yeah!&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility: visible; margin-right: auto; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf?config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D59829384%26t%3D1235827610&amp;amp;wid=os" width="435" height="270"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#e8e8e8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf?config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D59829384%26t%3D1235827610&amp;amp;wid=os"&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-7351401485649739519?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/7351401485649739519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=7351401485649739519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7351401485649739519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7351401485649739519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-last-junior-senior-promenade.html' title='My Last Junior-Senior Promenade'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/th_sleep.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-8507684485400648021</id><published>2009-02-18T21:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:34:16.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakit Ba Kaylangan Pang Mangyari Ito?</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_kill.gif"&gt; Pest&lt;br /&gt;Music: Mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang, nagdadalawang isip ako kung ipopost ko ba talaga to. Kasi unang-una, tagalog to. Iniiwasan ko na nga magpost ng tagalog kasi hindi naman lahat ng mapapadpad dito sa blog ko ay nakakabasa ng tagalog. (puro tagalog) Pangalawa, puro kaiinitan lang ng ulo ang nilalaman nito. At pangatlo, wala namang nilalalang ang magkakaroon ng ganang bumasa ng mahabang post na punong-puno ng inis at pagkamuhi. Pero, napagisip-isip ko, blog ko naman ito, kung hindi ako magtatagalog, hindi ko malalabas ung buong galit ko, at hindi rin naman mahalaga sa aken kung may magbasa ba ng post kong ito o wala. Kaya, eto, iyak na lang ako. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo-wee-shit talaga yang JS Prom na yan! Halos dalawang linggo kong pinoproblema! Wala naman akong mapapala! Naku! Eh kung yung P1,500 na yun binigay na lang saken, edi marami pang narating yun. Weh, hindi ako nagbibiro. Pwede akong makabili ng contact lense, o kaya damit, o kaya pagkaen. Bakit lahat kaylangan lang mapunta sa pesteng Prom na yan. Kung masaya ang iba, pwes ako hinde! 4:00pm-12:00am yun pare. Bakit ko aaksayahin ang mga oras na yun sa isang restaurant na hindi maintindihan, kung pwede ko namang aksayahin yun sa computer ko. Duh?! Eh ano naman kung masaya ang prom? Magtipon-tipon pa lahat ng mga gwapo, wala akong pakialam! Kung papipiliin mo ko, friends o pera, pipiliin ko ang computer. Kahit isang oras ko lang titigan tong computer na to, sapat na yun para mabuo ang araw ko. Tinutukso na tuloy ako ng tita ko. Sabe, boyfriend ko na daw tong computer na to. Hindi naman ganoon, nagmamahalan lang talaga. Itong computer na to lang ang nagbibigay buhay at sigla sa aken, (pero siyempre, iba pa rin si tenshi-kun). Kung ihaharap mo ko sa computer ng iba, ay naku, aantukin lang ako. Haa! Aba’t bakit ba ako nakarating sa topic na to? -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, yung nanay ko nga, binigyan ako ng P1,500 para sa mga gagamitin ko sa JS. Kung titingnan mo, kulang pa para sa isang maarteng babaeng katulad ko ang P1,500 na yun. Pero sabi naman ng mga dakila kong kaibigan, ok na daw yun. Oh, edi sige. Sabi nyo ok eh. Kaso, etong lola ko, laging nasa trabaho. Wala akong makasama bumili ng mga gagamitin ko. Tapos nung linggo (Feb. 15), dapat ay pupunta na kami sa Binakayan para umarkila ng cocktail dress. Kaso, etong magaling kong lola, pinapapunta ako ng Villa Mar magisa, (beach between Cavite &amp;amp; Noveleta). Ang ibig sabihin, magba-bus pa ako para makarating dun. Eh maarte nga ako, hindi ako pumayag. Sabi ko wala akong kasama kaya ayoko. (Nagkaphobia lang naman ako na bumiyahe magisa kasi dalawang beses na nanakawan si kuya) Ayun, sabe ng aking lola, pumunta na lang daw kami sa D.V. (dibisorya) tapos umabsent na lang daw ako. Edi pumayag na ako ng bonggang bongga. Kaso, tinadtaran naman kami ng praktis nitong sumunod na week. Edi sabi ko hindi ako makakaabsent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero nung Tuesday (Feb. 17) wala kaming praktis, edi nakaabsent ako. Tinext ko agad ang lola ko gamit ang cellphone ng classmate ko. Sabi nya, hintayin ko daw yung tawag niya tapos sunduin daw nila ako dito. Aba eh, mamaya-maya tumawag na naman, punta daw ako noveleta, dun daw nila ako hintayin sa may munisipyo. Ayuuun! Umangat na naman ang dugu ko hanggang bunbunan. Villa Mar nga hindi ako nakapunta magisa, noveleta pa kaya? Eh wala akong cellphone. Pano ko sila mahahanap?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso maya-maya, biglang dumating! Pinagmamadali ako! Kasama daw niya yung amo niya. Edi sobrang taranta ko, hindi ko na nagawang patayin yung computer ko. Madami pa silang dinaanan. Boring dun sa kotse kase wala yung ipod ko. Hanggang nandun na kame sa arkilahan ng damet. Dalawa na lang ang natitirang cocktail dress. Pink &amp;amp; Black tapos Black &amp;amp; White. Type ko sana yung may pink kaso tong amo ng lola ko, nagustuhan yung black &amp;amp; white. Kaysa naman sabihin ko na, “ayoko, panget yan. mas gusto ko tong pink”. edi pinaglakad ako nun pauwe mula binakayan hanggang cavite? Haaay! Edi no choice. Yung B&amp;amp;W na ang napili ko. Napakasimple ng skirt kaya hindi ko type. Ayun, paguwi ko, punong puno ng pagsisisi ang bulsa ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ipaalam ko sa inyo, ang lola ko, 50+ na. Kaya medyo retarded na. At ako naman, hindi ako marunong makisama sa mga ganung tao lalu na kapag mainit ulo ko. Kaya madalas kami magaway ng lola ko. Kung tama ang bilang ko, tinanong nya ako ng walong beses kung anong klaseng damet ang susuotin ko, anim na beses kung anong kulay ba, mga limang beses kung kanino ako magpapaayos, anim na beses kung ilang damet ang kaylangan ko, tatlong beses kung saan ako magpapamanecure, at labing-isang beses kung anong klaseng sapatos ang kaylangan ko. Kung tutuusin mas makulit pa siya minsan, hindi lang siya ganyang karetarded ngayon. Siguro tingin ng iba, mabait ang lola kong yun dahil sa iniisip niya lang ang kalagayan ko. Haa! Akala niyo lang yun. Kung nagday-off siya nung isang linggo kahit isang araw lang, edi sana tapos na ang lahat, wala na kaming poproblemahin. Kahit nga sabado’t linggo wala siya eh. Aba’t eto, nananahimik na nga ako kakaisip ng solusyon sa mga natitirang problema, gumagawa pa ng sariling palabas. Problema ko na nga kung anong klaseng sapatos o high heels ang bibilin ko, aba’y kinausap pa yung classmate ko! Nilinaw ko na sa kanya, mga limang beses na, na hindi ko naman kaylangan ng closed-shoes, yun lang kahit spiral, yung natataleeee, yung hindi madaling mahubad kapag nagsasayaaaaaaaw! Magulo ba akong magexplain? Eh bakit naman yung kaibigan niya na-gets kaagad nung pinaliwanag ko? Edi ayun, nagsigawan na naman kame. Pano naman kase, akala ko okay na ang lahat, kinausap pa yung classmate ko. Edi lalabas na ako yung tanga. Sinabi ko naman sa kanila na ayoko magJS!!! 1 week before the preparation. Tapos pinilit pa rin ako! Sayang daw yung P600 na binayad kung hindi naman sasale. So, sabi ko, mas sayang yung P2,100 dahil sinali nila ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay nako. Kahit ano talagang gawin ko, hindi nila ako maintindihan. Siguro nga nabahiran lang ako ng mga ninuno ko ng kaartehan. Kaya nagdudusa rin ang mga tao sa katigasan ng ulo ko. Pero, what’s the point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-8507684485400648021?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/8507684485400648021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=8507684485400648021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8507684485400648021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8507684485400648021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/02/bakit-ba-kaylangan-pang-mangyari-ito.html' title='Bakit Ba Kaylangan Pang Mangyari Ito?'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-8879906598870944022</id><published>2009-02-13T22:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:20:38.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gory Family Day</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_crazydance2.gif"&gt; Bored&lt;br /&gt;Music: Moment of Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. It’s the family day. Everyone was asked to wear RED for this day, but I didn’t. Actually, I was supposed to wear a red personalized t-shirt. But my friend didn’t have it for me. I’ve wasted my time editing what I will put in the t-shirt. Ohh. So, I wore a pink t-shirt then put on my gray-polka-reversible-shirt, because it will look better with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbyM7eTVzTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/BW52Q6NwWbc/s400/1_175365878l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313276613764697394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the mass in the morning, then some programs, and then feast time! There’s too much food. I can’t put it all on my plate. We’re sitting under the sun. So I then lost my appetite to eat more. We took some pictures but I can’t actually use my camera because the shutter is broken. What a poor girl. I’m getting bored so I listen to my ipod with my friend, &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/franze12"&gt;Francis&lt;/a&gt;. We were sitting at the front of our classroom and we forgot to watch the presentation of the teachers. Ohh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunchtime, I felt like not going home so I asked &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/franze12"&gt;Francis&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/insanely27"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt; to eat at McDo. We enjoyed it, even we’re just three. Haha. McDo is just a few distance away from our house so I requested them to come with me so I can change my top. It’s getting hot and I was wearing double shirts. Haa. This time, I wore a violet one. I really don’t have a red shirt. Poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the afternoon was also boring. Ahh. When we arrived at school, the BINGO was already starting. I sold my bingo cards to my friend, &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/preciouz1418"&gt;Precious&lt;/a&gt;, because I was really feeling bored and i have no interest on playing, and then I sat beside &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://morethanjustdrama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patricia&lt;/a&gt;. She had 4 cards on her hand so I borrowed one to kill my boredom. The card is a trash. x] Didn’t even get too much numbers, and when I’m so close at winning, one of my seatmates will need the same number as mine. Oh. So unlucky. We then went to the canteen but it’s still boring. After a few moments, the stage is now open and we stand by there and took pictures. Ahh… Boring. Boring! BORING! I want to go home already but we still have to practice for the kutilyon. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pictures!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbyNiUuxd3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/Msb1jrXTHsU/s1600-h/DSC08562.JPG" title="with karen"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbyNiUuxd3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/Msb1jrXTHsU/s200/DSC08562.JPG" width="80" height="60"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbyNiKICq8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/vzwS1_eRFLo/s1600-h/DSC08555.JPG" title="with franze"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbyNiKICq8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/vzwS1_eRFLo/s200/DSC08555.JPG" width="80" height="60"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbyNiB_oIQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jJp6Y-310/s1600-h/DSC08551.JPG" title="all red"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbyNiB_oIQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jJp6Y-310/s200/DSC08551.JPG" width="80" height="60"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbyNh5ssx8I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/7mNb8Eqby58/s1600-h/1_894277773l.jpg" title="group picture"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbyNh5ssx8I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/7mNb8Eqby58/s200/1_894277773l.jpg" width="80" height="60"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbyNhwzkK9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/HhnC-EWzqxM/s1600-h/1_429672186l.jpg" title="sa C.R."&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbyNhwzkK9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/HhnC-EWzqxM/s200/1_429672186l.jpg" width="80" height="60"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on saying this day is boring but I am somehow sad about it. Graduation is getting sooner. This family day will be the last one with my batchmates. Ohhh!! I am exhausted. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-8879906598870944022?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/8879906598870944022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=8879906598870944022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8879906598870944022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8879906598870944022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/02/gory-family-day.html' title='The Gory Family Day'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbyM7eTVzTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/BW52Q6NwWbc/s72-c/1_175365878l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-1361268479905818115</id><published>2009-02-13T09:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:34:00.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 13. I 'm a Dad</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_shocked.gif"&gt; Shocked&lt;br /&gt;Music: The Right to Write Me Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While wandering around the cyberworld, i came to visit a news page. Oh, i don't know what to call it but, ahh! whatever.  And when i am browsing the site because there are so many interesting news, i found this topic and it shocks me the most. Oh my, never thought this is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Baby-faced boy Alfie Patten is father at 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SaaKWVEMjKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/dVRWO_YCpsg/s400/SNN1304B-380_732153a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307081327119207586" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY dad Alfie Patten yesterday admitted he does not know how much nappies cost — but said: “I think it’s a lot.” Baby-faced Alfie, who is 13 but looks more like eight, became a father four days ago when his girlfriend Chantelle Steadman gave birth to 7lb 3oz Maisie Roxanne. He told how he and Chantelle, 15, decided against an abortion after discovering she was pregnant. The shy lad, whose voice has not yet broken, said: “I thought it would be good to have a baby. “I didn’t think about how we would afford it. I don’t really get pocket money. My dad sometimes gives me £10.” Alfie, who is just 4ft tall, added: “When my mum found out, I thought I was going to get in trouble. We wanted to have the baby but were worried how people would react. “I didn’t know what it would be like to be a dad. I will be good, though, and care for it.” Alfie's story, broken exclusively by The Sun today has sparked a huge political storm with Tory leader David Cameron saying: "When I saw these pictures this morning, I just thought how worrying that in Britain today children are having children. "I hope that somehow these children grow up into responsible parents but the truth is parenthood is just not something they should be thinking about right now."...&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2233878.ece"&gt;more??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor boy. But, maybe it's his fate. Oww. What a sad fate, though. I was just really shocked. Thinking of the 'Dad at 13' boy's future. *sigh* Well, that's it! See you guys again next time. (As if we'll really see each other, huh?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-1361268479905818115?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/1361268479905818115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=1361268479905818115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1361268479905818115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1361268479905818115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-13-i-m-dad.html' title='I&apos;m 13. I &apos;m a Dad'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SaaKWVEMjKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/dVRWO_YCpsg/s72-c/SNN1304B-380_732153a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-296976596877327796</id><published>2009-02-08T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:13:43.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m sitting here, tryin’ to entertain myself with this old guitar.</title><content type='html'>Oh well, boredom strikes again. Well, not just boredom, but also laziness, literally. I have many plans today but I don’t feel like doing it. I’m pissed off. I just cleaned my room last week and now it’s a complete mess again. That’s why I hate cleaning my room. So now, I’m bugging up myself with a large Tortillos cheese and a glass of iced tea here in front of my computer. I finished my project in A.P. and all I had to do is print it. But, sad to say, my printer is not working so I threw it out of the planet just a moment ago. Then, we’re going to celebrate our 4th monthly examination tomorrow ‘till Wednesday. Oh yeah, celebrate. Always celebrate when there are exams, particularly when you don’t know the answers in every question. And now, even though there’re many things that I can do in my super-loving-computer, I’m stucked listening music. Dancing and singing alone. Oh c'mon, we have different strategies to entertain ourselves. Just like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're more on the related videos. Check it out if you have a bad mood. You know. Haha. Well, this post is just out of boredom. And I’m posting it because I want to. Haa! Anything else? Hmm? I want MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-296976596877327796?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/296976596877327796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=296976596877327796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/296976596877327796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/296976596877327796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-sitting-here-tryin-to-entertain.html' title='I’m sitting here, tryin’ to entertain myself with this old guitar.'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-7865530543048419161</id><published>2009-02-06T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:26:09.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Retreat with these Effin’ Buddies.</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/sleep.gif"&gt; Tired, still tired.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Face Down by RJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08044.jpg" width="420" title="on the way to tagaytay"&gt;&lt;/center&gt; I was really feeling lazy before I leave the house, thinking that I’ll have a night without touching my computer again. My energy’s always drained when there’s nothing I am busy about before I sleep, seriously. I am also not allowed to bring my ipod so I have nothing in my ears that will interfere the silence at night. Oh my. I was already feeling hopeless about it. Fortunately, our teacher allowed us to bring camera. Well, as you might know, I am a photoholic. Haa! I always want to take pictures anywhere, anytime. So, this is a good opportunity so have a memory of our last retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08057.jpg" width="420" title="here we are na! hoho"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Aside from feeling lazy, I also feel, 39% sad. Sad about it is the ‘last’. But, what can my ‘sadness’ change about that fact? Nothing, right? So, all I did is have fun. Laugh out there, chit-chat here, take pictures there, eat here. Weh-hel, I did enjoy it. But the fact is still there. Oh… com’on. You know that I am very emotional when there are things that are hard for me to accept and there’s nothing I can do about it. I will always have this sad feeling. The feeling of saying goodbye to these old days that once became ‘new’. Waa! Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08360.jpg" width="420" title="kainis, nandun ako sa likod.. -__-"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;So now, because this entry contains few words than ever, let the pictures tell you the story. Oh, uhm.. Not necessarily the story. A picture contains every meaning of it even I don’t explain it, and you’ll understand it. (if you’re not an idiot. :P just kidding) The truth is, I am the one feeling lazy to explain it, so, no matter what you see… Uhmm.. Nothing… You just saw it, that’s all. Haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pictures will open in new tab/window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08075.jpg" width="120"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08116.jpg" width="120"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08140.jpg" width="120"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08180.jpg" width="120"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08181.jpg" width="120"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08277.jpg" width="120"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08280.jpg" width="120"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08297.jpg" width="120"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08321.jpg" width="120"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08352.jpg" width="120"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08355.jpg" width="120"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/DSC08369.jpg" width="120"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-7865530543048419161?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/7865530543048419161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=7865530543048419161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7865530543048419161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7865530543048419161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-retreat-with-these-effin-buddies.html' title='Last Retreat with these Effin’ Buddies.'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/pictures/th_DSC08044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-1492464879817172012</id><published>2009-02-02T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:16:09.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Super Mom!</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/ka3na_bored.gif"&gt; Nothing. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Tears &amp; Rainbows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it’s my mom’s birthday. *applause* So many years had passed but still, nothing changes. I’m happy but on the other hand, I’m sad. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"But why?!"&lt;/span&gt; Oh, I am so happy and very thankful to God that he gave my mom another year. This “Katrina” won’t be this kind of “Katrina” without her. I am so glad that I have a mother like her. Even without these material things is fine just to be with her. But, that’s the sad part. We haven’t seen each yet since I was a 4 year-old brat (about 11 years ago). Ohhhh. Don’t feel sorry for me, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(if you really are?!)&lt;/span&gt;. There are more freaks that don’t even have their both parents with them. There are also some who don’t know their parents yet. So, I’m sure I am lucky. And I am used to it. She left me when I was still an innocent little monster. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, who is this Super Mom for me? Ow. Everyone knows that Moms are so important for every freaks like me. Actually, my life isn’t complete without my dad, mom and brother. And to tell you the truth, I’m not the only one who is crazy in this family. Hoho. All of US are crazy. That’s why happy moments and problems are always there. But there was once a problem that until now is not yet resolved. I can’t do anything about it so, so, so, I’m walking in the path that I am letting everything to happen and I’m just watching it as time pass by. Maybe it’s wrong to just watch and do nothing, but, hoho, it’s their decision. What I’ve decided is that when the time comes that I get bored of just watching it, I’ll take my move. Hope it’s not yet too late. Haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so! I am thinking about telling you this or what. But because this is my one and only diary, I’ll write it then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom recently, and until now, has a problem. If you’ve read my About Me section or in that “Profile” tab, I’ve told you that we’re not wealthy, undeniably. But there are some f*cking people who needs some f*cking money, and they freaking stole my moms money. Haa! It’s 700 franks, dude! My mother wasted a kilo of her sweat just to earn it. And it’ll fly away just in a moment? Haa! Whoever is that sh*t, I’ll curse you! Wahaa! I am still thankful that she’s fine. Just a monthly salary was gone with the wind, so we need to cooperate in saving money. That’s a good thing, it’ll lessen eating food! Hoho. Diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Btw, here are some of her pictures. Just for you to see. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:crosshair; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SYfWF4Arf7I/AAAAAAAAAT4/vfdRikR18_M/s400/1_182024436l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298438883047604146" /&gt; &lt;center&gt; Hoo. Sad to say, I'm not as white as her. -__-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:crosshair; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SYfWGD_7gvI/AAAAAAAAAUI/XIuGuPB6m4Y/s400/harhar.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298438886265684722" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;While chatting. Hoho.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:crosshair; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SYfWF5sgjEI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0pZJsOGR98o/s400/223188771l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298438883499871298" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;This picture is, hmm, i think since i was in Grade 6? hoho. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already called her and greeted her a “Happy Birthday”. So you too should greet her for me, too. And if you don’t, you are a no friend of mine. Haa! Thanks a bunch, dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-1492464879817172012?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/1492464879817172012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=1492464879817172012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1492464879817172012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1492464879817172012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-super-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday, Super Mom!'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/th_ka3na_bored.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-7569102302997828426</id><published>2009-01-31T19:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:09:45.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred, It May Cause Tears to Stream Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/hatred.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px -3px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/hatred.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297630787611388114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mood: &lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/thf95064be.gif"&gt; Mad&lt;br /&gt;Music: Kiss and Sell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you guys, when I am really, totally, DEFINITELY angry, I can’t stop my tears from comin’ out from my eyes. I don’t know why. It happened so many times before. And now, it almost happens…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://morethanjustdrama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patricia&lt;/a&gt; a few moments ago and she surprised me with some news. They went at MOA, and I didn’t know they did, and told me that they met &lt;u&gt;Robi Domingo&lt;/u&gt;. Patricia (she already have a post about this) said that they talked to him, took pictures with him and Robi even made a video for them! How could this thing not make me cry?! I was bored all day in my room and wasted the moment to meet someone I effin’ adore! I am always wishing to meet him! And now, my friends did meet him without me. How poor! Haa! And now, I’m shaking while typing because of too much anger. I don’t know if I’m mad at them, but maybe I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now, I’m trying to calm myself with some The Maine songs. They’re music rocks! Go and try ‘em! There are many at my playlist. Just hit that “Pop it out..” thinggy below my playlist to view the songs. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Regret of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; I wish I’ve never heard about that news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-7569102302997828426?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/7569102302997828426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=7569102302997828426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7569102302997828426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7569102302997828426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/01/hatred-it-may-cause-tears-to-stream.html' title='Hatred, It May Cause Tears to Stream Down.'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/th_hatred.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-3979541439176409817</id><published>2009-01-21T18:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:21:31.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/lovekiss.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/lovekiss.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297629246354563090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mood: &lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/th9727b43c.gif"&gt; Inspired&lt;br /&gt;Music: Love Fool by NFG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;yellow&gt;Day 1 – January 19, 2009&lt;/yellow&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo. There’s a big story. It’s about a guy I liked since last, last year. I really don’t know him so much because I don’t sneak at his cyber-accounts (if he does have any). It’s not my hobby to stalk my crushes. I feel shy to do it. So, this guy is already a college nursing student, and I think he is a graduating student. T.T In our M.A.P.E.H., our teacher leaves the jobs to those nursing students. (well, I think it’s part of their requirements) I always hope that he is one of the nursing students who’ll teach us. But that didn’t come true. Fortunately, as I am already about to lose that hope, the wish came true! He is one of the nursing students that came into our room to teach us today. All of my classmates are teasing me even though I’m just quietly sitting at my chair doing some lectures. I told them to stop, because I am shaking. Dunno why! So, I am still chatting with my seatmate &lt;a href=http://morethanjustdrama.blogspot.com/&gt;Patricia&lt;/a&gt; then one of the nurses is asking everyone to check our pulses. But, I didn’t heard her say that since I was busy chatting. I saw him stand up from where he was sitting and teaching some of my classmates where their pulses are. Argh! Then, then… he was heading towards us. Patricia keeps on telling me to tell him that I don’t know where. But of course, I didn’t. I’m not that desperate. And so, the karma stabbed me right away. Instead of me whom he will be touching, (almost!) it’s …. Patricia. All I did was to stare at his fingers while other of my classmates are looking at me with an annoying look. Wha-what could I do if my world stopped!? I’ll just accept it instead of fainting in front of him. :P So, I thought the happy times are over. But…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;orange&gt;Day 2 – January 20, 2009&lt;/orange&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it’s my classmate’s turn to report, but of course, I’m wrong. It’s still them. He’s still there. I can still see him near me. But my irritating classmates still keeps on teasing me and it’s almost annoying me. I really don’t want to be teased even though he’s there or not. I told you that I’m not desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this day, they gave us a quiz. I wasn’t really listening to the lesson, so I don’t have nothing to do but to stick with my classmates. Then, I heard that my Bheiz is laughing. She told my that “he” is telling the answers. But how can I know when I don’t even look at him. No! I won’t. Then, he is coming towards us again. But my friend Kris is at the last seat, but still, “he” is telling the answer. I can’t bear it so I gave my paper since we have to pass it already. I was so shy because I heard his voice! My heart beats so fast. Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the quiz, they continued the lesson. But my friend Majo, who sits besides me, feels sick—no, headache, I mean. I told her to take a nap since there’s no teacher. But, her headache didn’t go, (anu daw?), she’s still on a bad situation. So, after the 3 o’clock prayer, I told her that I’ll bring her to the clinic. Sitting at the floor, I am trying to help her stand up, when.. when.. WHEN! He asks the reason why. My classmates are surrounding us, and I can feel that annoying look without me looking at them. But, I didn’t think that he will go with us to the clinic. (I really don’t know that he was following!) Until I heard my classmates, as soon as I’ve walked out our classroom, screaming! I saw him beside Majo and I just felt that I also need to be on the clinic, no—confined in the hospital! LOL. I felt that my blood go crazy and panicked! So I told myself that someone help me! That he’ll leave us and go somewhere else. Luckily, his classmate called him because he is needed on the next section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! I managed to escape that moment of death. So, after sending Majo at the clinic, I have to go back to the classroom on myself. Entering the classroom, everyone’s looking at me with that annoying look again. Hmpf! And then, thinking about it, I haven’t concentrated on the lesson. Haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;pink&gt;Day 3 – January 21, 2009&lt;/pink&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stimulating. We took our 3rd quiz(?) on their subject. And luckily, some of the nurses are telling us the answers, including him. Haa! I just can’t forget his soft voice whispering at my back. OH-MII-GADD! Then, before I forgot, I was doing the assignment they’ve assigned. I tried to finish it on time, but I didn’t. But to my surprise, he was still in our classroom fixing some left materials from their report. And so, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;violet&gt;Kateriina:&lt;/violet&gt; Ay, kuya, pabigay naman po sa kasama mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blue&gt;Tenshi-kun:&lt;/blue&gt; (eye to eye) ano to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;violet&gt;Kateriina:&lt;/violet&gt; Yung assignment po, nakalimutan ko ipasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blue&gt;Tenshi-kun:&lt;/blue&gt; Ah, oh sige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;violet&gt;Kateriina:&lt;/violet&gt; *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho! My classmates saw it, and as usual, they’re teasing me. Haa! Heartbeat’s so fast. I can’t breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Tenshi-kun&lt;/i&gt; is the codename I gave him so that eavesdroppers won’t know who I am talking about. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See him around again! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-3979541439176409817?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/3979541439176409817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=3979541439176409817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/3979541439176409817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/3979541439176409817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-fool.html' title='Love Fool'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/th_lovekiss.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-7496375720125667484</id><published>2009-01-20T21:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:42:18.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare, who knows?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/11827044783052.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px -3px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/11827044783052.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297632319762136930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mood: &lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/k3n_19.gif"&gt; Depressed. (but relieved. :P)&lt;br /&gt;Music: Far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had this dream, maybe last week or just this weekend, about my teeth falling out. I thought that it was just nothing. Then this afternoon, while chatting with my friends, I told them about that dream. And then they were shocked to hear it because they said that it was a bad sign. Well, a sign that somebody close to will die. (knock, knock, knock) So, upon knowing it, my tears started to cloud my eyes. So nervous about what that dream really means. But, I manage to control it. So, my friend told me to search the meaning of it. Of course I did, for being nervous like this, there’s no way I’ll let my questions be blown with the wind. Haa! NO-NO!! And so, these are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://petrix.com/dreams/body.html"&gt;www.petrix.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeth - Normally an unfavorable sign in a dream. It signifies displeasure and also shows that you are afraid of losing someone dear to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dreamsleep.net/"&gt;www.dreamsleep.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This classic dream has a number of interpretations. It can literally mean that you are frightened of losing your teeth. It can show the beginning of a new phase of life just as we lose our teeth when we pass from early childhood and head towards adulthood. You may be worried about your self image or the dream may signify unexpressed anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/meaning_of_dreams_about_teeth"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Ahh! Posting it here will make this longer. I don’t want to bore you, even if you’re bored now. Haa. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-7496375720125667484?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/7496375720125667484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=7496375720125667484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7496375720125667484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7496375720125667484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/01/nightmare-who-knows.html' title='Nightmare, who knows?'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/th_11827044783052.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-7155837911803796076</id><published>2009-01-17T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:21:23.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Should I Care?</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/sleep.gif"&gt;Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Music: Pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well. I’ve changed my header. But as you can see, it’s messy again. I really don’t know how to make a neat layout. So please bear with it. It’s just a pastime to edit pictures of Paramore so I ended up editing my own blog header with their pictures. It’s not that adorable but that’s not what I’m expecting to have. I just love their pictures. If I can put all of their pictures there, I will do it. But of course, that’ll take me a sleepless night or a week to finish it. And I don’t want that to happen. Haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I haven’t visited all my friends’ blogs lately. But of course, I’m able to visit some of them because they’re tagging me, then I left a comment on their latest posts, and then visit some other blogs from their list. It’s fun, though somehow annoying when you discover something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe link-exchange is a good thing. But be a responsible blog-friend. I can’t blame those people who lost their links list while changing their layout. But I can’t take those who deleted me from their links then get an IDEA from my blog. Whew! Can’t imagine those people exist! I really want to kill that person. Well, that’s my last post all about. I’ve blurted it out on plurk last time. Soooo, I won’t get mad anymore! Why should I care? People without ORIGINALITY are worthless, right? Agree with me or else, you are no friend of mine. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! I really feel sleepy. I even want to put an anime picture here but I have no time to edit it. -__- Well, that’s all for the meantime. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-7155837911803796076?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/7155837911803796076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=7155837911803796076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7155837911803796076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7155837911803796076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-should-i-care.html' title='Why Should I Care?'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/th_sleep.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-958754642174915245</id><published>2009-01-15T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:06:18.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Your Imagination Run!</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/k3n_20.gif"&gt; Angry&lt;br /&gt;Music: Broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so… I’ve sacrificed my reviewing time for this post because I am totally pissed off!! I’ve plurked it so I won’t explain it here anymore. Just for you to understand, I don’t want my online diary to be ruined by my emotions. By adding those phrases here, it will totally be a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/originality.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to say anything more! Just that message will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-958754642174915245?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/958754642174915245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=958754642174915245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/958754642174915245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/958754642174915245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-your-imagination-run.html' title='Let Your Imagination Run!'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/th_k3n_20.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-1181716672971130391</id><published>2009-01-09T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:37:32.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Disgusting. My eyes swelled up.</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/busy-pissed.gif"/&gt; Pissed Off&lt;br /&gt;Music: Misery Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you already know that I am a Paramore fan. So this certain girl named Amanda pissed me of. She has said so many freakin’ words about Paramore, especially Hayley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the links of Amanda’s videos: (It'll open in new window, don't worry. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HluzF9YfgpY"&gt;Why Paramore is Destroying Our World 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4gioR5PIn0"&gt;Why Paramore is Destroying Our World 2 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NStOve-dgNM"&gt;Why Paramore is Destroying Our World 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8PGdyMM2LA8"&gt;Why Paramore is Destroying Our World 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh? For the people who are curious about why I didn’t embed the video is because, she don’t deserve it. A pig like her doesn’t really deserve it! And once you open the links, you’ll find many video responses and text comments in each link. You may also comment on her videos especially on her youtube profile. She must just… die. People like her, who doesn’t even know how to pronounce PARAMORE is not worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other Paramore haters out there? Tell me, I'll erase your existence. :P Just Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry about this post guys. I just reached my limit. And when I am given a chance to meet her, I’ll probably kill her, definitely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-1181716672971130391?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/1181716672971130391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=1181716672971130391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1181716672971130391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1181716672971130391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-disgusting-my-eyes-swelled-up.html' title='So Disgusting. My eyes swelled up.'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/th_busy-pissed.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-3270416321891394871</id><published>2009-01-03T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:30:54.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence. I'm Cryng.</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_crying.gif"&gt; sad..&lt;br /&gt;Music: Continued Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, excuse me. This post may be dangerous for the following people:&lt;br /&gt;- For the people who haven’t finished Code Geass R2 yet&lt;br /&gt;- For the people who hate Code Geass&lt;br /&gt;- For the people who keep watching it but on the same time, insulting it&lt;br /&gt;This post contains my opinion about the anime after I’ve finished watching it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/codegeassr2.png" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve finished watching Code Geass Season 1 last summer vacation. And now, I’ve just finished the season 2. I love watching it not just because Lelouch is cool but because of the flow of the story. You know, I’m not that interested in romance, also in mecha and sci-fi. But that won’t matter if the story is really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four, no, three ladies linked with Lelouch/Zero: C.C., Shirley &amp; Karen. (I exclude Kaguya since there are no sweet scenes between Lelouch and her) C.C., maybe I should exclude her here also, but no, it’s not gonna happen. I somewhat like her. I don’t know why. Maybe because she has the personality of being silent. Karen? Uhm, maybe she’s okay too, because she is so great in piloting the Knightmare, The Order of the Black Knight’s Ace. Her relationship with Lelouch is fine with me. I hate Shirley, badly. Sorry for the people who likes her to be Lelouch’s partner, but there is a feeling of annoyance in me whenever they are being teased or there are scenes of the two of them. C.C. kissed Lelouch, fine. Karen kissed Lelouch, it’s a farewell kiss, its okay. Shirley kissed Le… wtf! Enough. You must know why I don’t like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending… Oh my! The ending!!! I really have to shed a 5 minutes "crying moment" over this ending. Lelouch did all those bad things in exchange of dying. AND! Only some people knew the truth. Even though it’s the Geass fault, (when a person gains the power of Geass, he will obtain loneliness in the end) he never get mad at C.C. He sacrificed his life to his first friend, Suzaku, who hated him so much because he killed Suzaku’s Euphy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I just can’t take looking at Lulu’s smiling face because I can’t stop my eyes clouding with tears. Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I was about to be contented about the ending. But I become puzzled at the very last scene. The one when C.C. is talking to herself, uhm, before that. The man who was driving the farm cart, he looks suspicious. Hoho. And I’ve heard some gossips, &lt;br /&gt;“According to Megami magazine, Sunrise Code Geass team hinted a possible new anime of "Code Geass - Hangyaku no Lelouch" in the interview.&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise Code Geass Team said:&lt;br /&gt;As we keep on telling you, "Even though Lelouch died(?), Geass lives on."&lt;br /&gt;We've already put an end to the series but we're hoping for making something more. In the near future, we may be able to announce something new.”&lt;br /&gt;Ooh-la-la! That gossip makes me happy. After crying a river, there will be a penalty. Haa! I wish this gossip is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching it is never a waste for me, even though sometimes the story seems puzzling me. Well, that’s what you call thrill. It’ll be boring without it. I don’t really get it why people on the forums are getting mad about that. If you hate an anime, don’t watch it! Anime is the best inspiration for a person like me. Whether it is the anime or the story you hate, stop talking nonsense about it, you’re hurting me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I still have to finish more anime. I wish those anime won’t be tragic like this one. Or else, I’ll have to cry over it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-3270416321891394871?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/3270416321891394871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=3270416321891394871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/3270416321891394871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/3270416321891394871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/01/silence-im-cryng.html' title='Silence. I&apos;m Cryng.'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/kateriiiina/posts/th_codegeassr2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-8031521219167599515</id><published>2009-01-02T23:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:29:21.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven in the Evening.</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_crazydance5.gif"&gt; Happy (crazy)&lt;br /&gt;Music: For Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this another tiring day, i absolutely had fun! We went to MOA with a bunch of my relatives. Ahh. It's really fun to be with them. Well? Why did I end up going to MOA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was silently sleeping in my bed when I heard my brother knocking at the door. He said that we'll all go to Mall of Asia because there's a huge inconvenience that happened yesterday. Yesterday, was the family reunion which I wasn’t able to attend because I’ve overslept and woke up at 5pm. My granny is divorced to her husband. She has a boyfriend, :) and he is so nice. He was in the family reunion yesterday. I don’t know what actually happened because, just as I said, I didn’t attend the party. My brother told me that my granny’s ex-husband saw granny’s current boyfriend and ex-husband is getting mad but they’re able to fix the problem. Ex-husband understands it and he also asked for 300 pesos to current boyfriend. But he seemed not contented. Ex-husband still keeps on bothering them, so current boyfriend decided to take all of us to MOA, and it’s his treat. What a nice guy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuOO3RPZII/AAAAAAAAAV4/jLri9h3RCHA/s400/Picture82.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312996571419206786" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing too much at the ferry boat because there’re big waves and we’re making fun of it. We took pictures at the boat and at the mall. We really don’t have the money so we were just wandering around the mall until evening. When we stopped by somewhere, I saw someone. Not definitely just someone. He is a person who catches my attention and making me want to have some picture with him. My mind was blank, thinking what is the name of this guy. The first name that came to my mind was PJ Valerio. The cool guy in the play ‘The Name’. But, I was completely wrong. He’s Martin del Rosario from ABT UR LUV and Star Magic 15. I feel ashamed of myself because everytime I see him on T.V., I keep insulting him as gay. But, the moment I saw him in person, I was just like a rock that fell from a cliff. (What an example. -__-) I can’t take pictures with him that time because, first, he’s with his father and I think his siblings, and lastly, I look like a beggar asking for some food. Haha! What a wasted opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when we decided to get ready to watch the fireworks, I bought something to drink first. When I was walking, looking around like a fool, my cousin suddenly pulled me and screaming, “Katre! Katre!!” and she pointed out Joaqui, one of the PBBTeens. I really don’t consider him as handsome or cool or whatsoever, but, I can’t waste the opportunity just like I wasted the opportunity in Martin. We have to take pictures with him. Haa! Some of my relatives don’t know him but they joined in taking pictures. Haha! So fun. Then, we already went outside to watch the fireworks at 7:00pm. This video is a bit annoying because my camera is at fault. Hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OntGPWUlRzs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OntGPWUlRzs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there will be a next time. Ohh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pictures!! x]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuPPYmiUCI/AAAAAAAAAWY/S25tyy9V66Q/s1600-h/Picture56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuPPYmiUCI/AAAAAAAAAWY/S25tyy9V66Q/s200/Picture56.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312997679878524962" width="80" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuPPVoltnI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/zr5sVekGNd0/s1600-h/Picture39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuPPVoltnI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/zr5sVekGNd0/s200/Picture39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312997679081830002" width="80" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuPO6pELxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2uCWynLueeA/s1600-h/Picture36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuPO6pELxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2uCWynLueeA/s200/Picture36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312997671836069650" width="80" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuPOwH6QpI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vwmlZZY5x_w/s1600-h/Picture7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuPOwH6QpI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vwmlZZY5x_w/s200/Picture7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312997669012652690" width="80" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuRoSTPM-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Df1sy2CFSvc/s1600-h/Picture78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuRoSTPM-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Df1sy2CFSvc/s200/Picture78.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313000306706953186" width="80" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuRo6XkZrI/AAAAAAAAAWw/sW-YEpnNd8U/s1600-h/Picture100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuRo6XkZrI/AAAAAAAAAWw/sW-YEpnNd8U/s200/Picture100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313000317462537906" width="80" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuPPvICraI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tLN3upPPatU/s1600-h/Picture69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuPPvICraI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tLN3upPPatU/s200/Picture69.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312997685924638114" width="80" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuRo2SGolI/AAAAAAAAAW4/1B1b9joYfRA/s1600-h/Picture141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuRo2SGolI/AAAAAAAAAW4/1B1b9joYfRA/s200/Picture141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313000316365873746" width="80" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-8031521219167599515?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/8031521219167599515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=8031521219167599515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8031521219167599515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8031521219167599515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2009/01/seven-in-evening.html' title='Seven in the Evening.'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuOO3RPZII/AAAAAAAAAV4/jLri9h3RCHA/s72-c/Picture82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-5307320877469812425</id><published>2008-12-31T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:35:01.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Bored</title><content type='html'>Music: Decode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my room. Charging my camera. Well, i don't want to waste time, but, it just come up on my mind to post this remaining minutes of 2008. So i'm in a hurry. I wish this year will, somehow, be a success to our family. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! that's it. So, Maybe I'll delete this if I think i want to. Haha! Happy New Year again guys! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-5307320877469812425?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/5307320877469812425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=5307320877469812425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/5307320877469812425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/5307320877469812425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-bored.html' title='Still Bored'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-5813074150492513985</id><published>2008-12-31T14:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:08:08.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, 2008. Greetings, 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SVsj1vyHFjI/AAAAAAAAASI/vDJq0kzQq5Q/s400/12_tamaki1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285857993916094002" /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/124.gif"&gt;  Calm&lt;br /&gt;Music: Authority Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my! Just a few hours remaining, it’s gonna be a real goodbye to 2008. I don’t know, but I, somehow like this year.  I’ve noticed that I’ve CHANGED a lot with the help of my experiences &amp; the people around me. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_oooh.gif"&gt; So this coming year, I know I’ll change more. But I’ll always stay the same &lt;b&gt;ME.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_blush.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most hateful facts this coming 2009 is that, I’m going to say bye-bye to my highschool life. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_sad.gif"&gt;And that’s pretty bad for me. When I’m thinking my past since I’m a 1st year, I just can’t believe that, wow, is that really me? And the time seems running so fast that 3 years before, I don’t know much about this world. Meaning, I’m still an innocent kid at that time. All I know is to play street games, talk at the front of the mirror, brag my playmates, wash the dishes, clean my room, and do my assignments. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_silly.gif"&gt; That’s what I am before. And now? Computer all day without thinking about the bill of electricity, sing and dance at the front of everybody, shouting at my classmates, let Linda wash the dishes, messing my room, copy assignments to my classmates, (well, of course, I’ll do mine if it’s easy.) &amp; a whole lot more! &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_shocked.gif"&gt; I am so thankful that I become this kind of &lt;u&gt;Katrina.&lt;/u&gt; I wish a lot more (&lt;i&gt;positive&lt;/i&gt;) changes this year. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_yay.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year’s resolution? Well, I remember that my mother ask me last January about that. And I told her my resolutions without thinking if it’s really what I want to. And now, I’m thinking but I can’t really come up with one. You know, I always change. No, that's not it. I just can’t make a promise. I don’t say things because I don’t know myself if I can do it. I just do things, sometimes, accidentally or because of the mood swing. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_cheeky.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll update my wishlist with these:&lt;br /&gt;- grand piano&lt;br /&gt;- Book Shelf&lt;br /&gt;- Original CD/DVDs of my favorite bands&lt;br /&gt;- Watch Paramore Live with my own eyes!&lt;br /&gt;- Be with the Paramore for a Day&lt;br /&gt;- Manga&lt;br /&gt;- Anime CDs/DVDs&lt;br /&gt;- New computer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other personal wishes will just make it look corny, so I won’t put it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! I also wish that my college life will be great! I won’t say “I wish it will be easy” because that seems to be impossible. I want to take Culinary but it seems like we can’t afford it. So I’m sticking to HRM which is somehow connected to Culinary. I don’t know which school I will be attending. So my mind is still on the pressure. I’m a bit scared meeting new people so I wish my friends will be attending the same school as me. My father wants me to take the test at La Salle. But I can’t push my mother paying the tuition fees. (you know, there’s a big argument between the two of them) &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_cry.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a job while I’m studying. Yeah, a working student. But I’m having goose bumps when I’m starting to think that I won’t be able to do these things, being busy just in my computer. That’s a NO-NO!! I don’t want that to happen. But maybe, time pressure will push me to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling lonely. I’m gonna take a break. That’s all for now. Oh! And I wish for everyone’s luck &amp; happiness this coming year! &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_happy.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-5813074150492513985?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/5813074150492513985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=5813074150492513985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/5813074150492513985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/5813074150492513985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/12/farewell-2008-greetings-2009.html' title='Farewell, 2008. Greetings, 2009.'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SVsj1vyHFjI/AAAAAAAAASI/vDJq0kzQq5Q/s72-c/12_tamaki1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-1176297684432450943</id><published>2008-12-30T20:32:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:56:21.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Dead Beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SVo33fjha3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Uvi2EuzVHD8/s400/tired.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285598539175521138" border="0" /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/sleep.gif" /&gt; Tired... absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;Music: A Praise Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyaa peeps! I can’t just believe that I’m still posting even after this tiring day and my eyes are poppin’ out now. Well, I can’t just help myself doing it. Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day, I went shopping at the MOA with my friends &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;amp;postID=1176297684432450943#" onclick="crush=window.open('http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/DSC06392.jpg','popup', 'toolbar=no,location=no,directories=no,statusbar=no,menubar=no, scrollbars=no,resizable=no,width=600,height=600');return false;"&gt; Jewel &amp;amp; Kris&lt;/a&gt; by riding a ferry boat. I was really planning to buy a shirt for the New Year. But my stomach was begging &amp;amp; shouting already so we decided to eat first. We ate at Delifrance where it really eats our money out of the pocket. It's so expensive but, worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Délifrance&lt;/b&gt;, the name of the restaurant where I paid almost 300 pesos for my food, for the first time. I’ve tasted a lot of sandwiches there already because my granny is always eating there with her co-workers. It’s good to know there’s such a good mango flavored drink there. I won’t regret buying it over and over again. And the sandwich that my granny used to take home for me is what I bought. I just take a half because I don’t think I can manage to eat it all. And so, the three of us, quite looking weird, took and took pictures. We have the guts to fool around and do it because it’s just a lady and an old man and us who were the customers at that time. Done eating. But we’re still planning on coming back before we go home. Haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, roaming around the mall, looking for something to wear for the New Year, and of course, taking pictures is what we waste our time for. I’ve found a nice dress at Lee. *wth* Dress?! Haha! Sounds odd. But the last time I wear one was our JS Prom. So, thinking that I have to hurry, or else we’’ be left behind by the ferry boat, I immediately bought it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, why do we have to hurry? The ferry boat has a schedule. And we planned on taking the 3:00pm sched. So we went back at Délifrance and bought a fruitcake that catches my attention while we're at the counter. And of course, I bought a Mango Locco again. Feeling not contented with the fruitcake, we went to a nearby sushi restaurant to buy some sushi. And we forgot that it’s already quarter to three of something. Their a bit slow in serving even if it’s take out. -__- So, when we received our order, we immediately run out of the restaurant and way out of the mall. Jewel’s on the lead, holding the plastic of sushi that we ordered. I’m second at the line and Kris at the last. I just can’t help myself laughing while running because people are looking at us and maybe thinking we’re crazy. (well, I am) Found the exit…, but the wrong one. The nearest exit was on the opposite side we were at! But we can’t turn back. We run even at the part where we’re not allowed to. There are people arranging the stage for GMA. And the police seem looking at us. Grr! It’s such a shame. Finally, we can see the place! But it’s still too far away. We’re walking in an isolated place. No, not that much. It’s just a BIIIG parking lot. And, guess what? We’ve tour the Mall of Asia in just a spark? Well, they said it’s impossible for a day, but we actually did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we’ve arrived at the station where we could ride the ferry back to Cavite. BUT!! We’re 10 minutes late. Ohhh. We’ve been stared by the people and we’ve walked such a long distance just to make it, but we suddenly failed. So, we decided to eat the sushi we bought. And after that, we went to the church just next to the station. When we’re about to enter the church, I saw a taxi and asked my friends to take the ride to go home. And we were asked to pay 200 pesos for the fare. Don’t you think that’s lucky? HELL NO! Its traffic way back home and we took a different course because the other way is closed. So the driver asked us to pay another 50 pesos and then we took off the ride at Kawit, where we still need to ride a bus to go home. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now. It’s completely our fault for buying the sushi. Hmpf. It’s the first time I’ve used too much money in shopping and for the fare. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pictures here! I'll upload more on multiply soon! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuK_W1hkfI/AAAAAAAAAVo/VhIazUrxo6k/s1600-h/DSC06441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuK_W1hkfI/AAAAAAAAAVo/VhIazUrxo6k/s200/DSC06441.JPG" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuK_epPjdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/t75EQnC7LiY/s1600-h/DSC06428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuK_epPjdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/t75EQnC7LiY/s200/DSC06428.JPG" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuK_efmhGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4sO-p92QdUw/s1600-h/DSC06413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuK_efmhGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4sO-p92QdUw/s200/DSC06413.JPG" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuK_GUDGXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/MJO08AZYQ9Q/s1600-h/DSC06303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuK_GUDGXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/MJO08AZYQ9Q/s200/DSC06303.JPG" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuK_JF2lxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/cMnjylwbVGs/s1600-h/DSC06302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SbuK_JF2lxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/cMnjylwbVGs/s200/DSC06302.JPG" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got to sleep now. My granny’s getting angry because if I sleep late again tonight, I’ll be waking up at 11:30am. xD Bye…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-1176297684432450943?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/1176297684432450943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=1176297684432450943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1176297684432450943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1176297684432450943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/12/absolutely-dead-beat.html' title='Absolutely Dead Beat'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SVo33fjha3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Uvi2EuzVHD8/s72-c/tired.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-7736969632961856056</id><published>2008-12-29T19:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:41:59.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SVi4rEsEL-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/WIQllYrGkz4/s400/281ma81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285177212851728354" border="0" /&gt;Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/120.gif" busy="" now="" in="" the="" navy="" s="" from="" our="" neighbor="" /&gt; Busy/Tired&lt;br /&gt;Now Playing: In the Navy (well, it’s from our neighbor xD) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I’m in the middle of blogwalking while reading a manga. I’ve read some of my linkies’ latest post &amp; checked their blogroll if there’s still a “crazy-kateriina.bs.com” on their list. And so, I think I should delete some of them now. It’s not because they're not active but because they’ve deleted me from their list. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_hmpf.gif" /&gt; But I’ll still keep my other linkies because I found their blog interesting to me. Well, you know, I’m not just exchanging links to anybody because I want so many friends. I still love myself. Because if I had tons of linkies, I won’t be able to visit them in a single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have lots of things to do. And it’s freaking me because classes will resume in a week. And I can’t do that “lot of things” in just a week. Maybe now, I’m regretting why I made this layout. I even have this friend of mine who wants me to do her new layout. She said it’s a big help if I do. But, I don’t think I can make it this night. I still have to sleep early, (with all those firecrackers outside), because these past few days, I'm waking up at 11:30am which is my hobby last vacation. And my grandmother’s mad about that. We still have our visitors here so i can't laze around. Well, they are the owner of this house. They are residing in Guam. (I remember ISWAK2, xD) But they are taking their Christmas vacation here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I’m RUINED! I can’t do my daily habits of not eating because I’m busy with my business here. All I want to do is to spend this Christmas break in watching anime and reading mangas. And that dream won’t come true anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried not eating once, and then my aunt ask me, “kahit, plastikan na lang. isang buwan lang. kahit ako gusto ko na silang sakalin eh, kaso nakakaawa naman si mama kung siya lang ang makikisama ng makikisama sa kanila”. And so I felt a bit guilty about it. The woman said something that made us angry so maybe they think that's the reason that i'm not eating. But that’s not really my point. I’m not eating lunches and dinners because, first, I’m busy with my computer, and second, I’m still on a diet. Of course, there will be no changes if I just take a sit even though I’m not eating. So I’m still what I am. A crazy-fat-sarcastic-little-girl. Oh! I’m quite bored. I should end this post now. &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/k3na_hm.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-7736969632961856056?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/7736969632961856056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=7736969632961856056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7736969632961856056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7736969632961856056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/12/give-me-break.html' title='Give me a Break'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SVi4rEsEL-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/WIQllYrGkz4/s72-c/281ma81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-2215625726706723698</id><published>2008-12-29T15:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:39:02.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Messy Layout Was Born.</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo360/myblahblas/ka3na_yeah.gif"&gt; accomplished&lt;br /&gt;Now Playing: The Kill by 30 Seconds to Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, whippersnappers. I’ve been away from my blog for a week, almost. Last time, I told you that I am going to post the story of the *witch* I am talking about. But I wasn’t able to do that because I was focused on doing this new messy layout. I took a screenshot of it and as I've observed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SVh5p2ABRvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qWGMRu2Fo3Y/s1600-h/1234.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SVh5p2ABRvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qWGMRu2Fo3Y/s400/1234.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285107922496472818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to do a bit changes at the header coz it seems like it’s one that makes it looks messy. So my header will just be a temporary one. The color codes are a bit messy too. Maybe I’ll make the new header and edit the codes when I’m done with my manga-anime business. Well, this layout is still under construction. It just happens to be a pastime. And as days go on, I continued editing.  But since there are lots of manga and anime that I must finish now, I’ll put this layout aside and update it next time. Well, what can you say about this annoying layout? Haa. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-2215625726706723698?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/2215625726706723698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=2215625726706723698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/2215625726706723698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/2215625726706723698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-messy-layout-born.html' title='A New Messy Layout Was Born.'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SVh5p2ABRvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qWGMRu2Fo3Y/s72-c/1234.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-1960117812490855293</id><published>2008-12-24T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:41:48.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry New Year! Happy Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I’m &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; really in the &lt;u&gt;mood&lt;/u&gt; to &lt;i&gt;keep in touch&lt;/i&gt; on my &lt;s&gt;blog&lt;/s&gt; everyday because, and always, I am &lt;b&gt;busy&lt;/b&gt;. But I can’t just let &lt;u&gt;this day&lt;/u&gt; past and I am still not posting my &lt;i&gt;thoughts&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;n&gt;happenings&lt;/n&gt; for the past few weeks. Well, it’s really &lt;b&gt;horrible&lt;/b&gt;! All I did was to &lt;u&gt;live&lt;/u&gt; in my room. I’m almost &lt;i&gt;not eating&lt;/i&gt; just to avoid a &lt;i&gt;"witch"&lt;/i&gt;. Hhmm? Maybe I’ll tell the whole story &lt;strong&gt;after Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;. Hihi. I still need to focus on my &lt;u&gt;new layout&lt;/u&gt;. I must finish this before this month ends. Haha! Well, just saying, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-1960117812490855293?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/1960117812490855293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=1960117812490855293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1960117812490855293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1960117812490855293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-new-year-happy-christmas.html' title='Merry New Year! Happy Christmas!'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-8137662840694519395</id><published>2008-12-20T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:11:22.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>second tagged post</title><content type='html'>Got tagged by &lt;a href="http://imsuperflyy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alejandra&lt;/a&gt; &amp;&amp; &lt;a href="http://cottoncandy67.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules: Link to your tagger and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;List 8 random facts about yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I only want my computer, ipod and PSP. I don’t care about my cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am obsessed in anime.&lt;br /&gt;3. I draw anime. And I’m not good at drawing people’s faces. It’s awful.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love Paramore. And I hate the posers!&lt;br /&gt;5. If it’s not my computer, I love to be with my fellow friends, PAXTRO.&lt;br /&gt;6. I want to learn the right way to play piano. Well, even though I perfectly know the chords, my hands can’t do different keys at the same time. -__-&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate the people who copy my style or works or anything! yay!&lt;br /&gt;8. Hates being at school even though i love the highschool life. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First name: Katrina&lt;br /&gt;Name you wish you had: Kateriina, Chidori Sasame (Japanese Names)&lt;br /&gt;What do people normally your name as: Katre, Katrin, Kateriina (good to hear my friends call me kateriina)&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: June 28&lt;br /&gt;Bitrhplace: Cavite&lt;br /&gt;Time of birth: 3 in the evening (meron ba nun?)&lt;br /&gt;Single or taken: Married! Haha! Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR APPEARANCE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H0w tall are you: 5"4&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were taller: Hell no! I hate being this tall!!&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour: Violet! haha! BLACK&lt;br /&gt;Current hair color: Black&lt;br /&gt;short or long hair: Long-Short.. hihi I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;ever dye your hair a bizarre color: yep&lt;br /&gt;last time you did something dramatic with you hair: hhmmm?? tie it with different styles&lt;br /&gt;glasses or contact: glasses (walang grado.. xD)&lt;br /&gt;do you wear make up: eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;paint your nails: purple (mawawala na nga eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IN AN OPPOSITE GENDER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i don't have anything to write here.. T.T)&lt;br /&gt;what eye color: Brown is cool&lt;br /&gt;what hair color: black? hihi&lt;br /&gt;shy or outgoing: both! haha&lt;br /&gt;sexy or cute: both!&lt;br /&gt;serious or fun: both!&lt;br /&gt;older or younger than you: both!! xDDDD&lt;br /&gt;a turn on: anime lover&lt;br /&gt;a turn off: not honest&lt;br /&gt;flowers or chocolates: chocolates&lt;br /&gt;pepsi or coke: sprite&lt;br /&gt;rap or rock: effin ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;relationship or one night stand: relationship&lt;br /&gt;school or work: school&lt;br /&gt;love or money: MONEY! x]]&lt;br /&gt;wish you were prince or princess: extra-ordinary&lt;br /&gt;like someone who was taken: it depends&lt;br /&gt;Saved your head: nani?&lt;br /&gt;used chopstick: yeah.. love it&lt;br /&gt;sang in the mirror to yourself: i hate that hobby of mine.. YES! xD&lt;br /&gt;favorites flower: violet roses.. (like there's any?)&lt;br /&gt;candy: chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;junk food: i'm on my diet.. x]]&lt;br /&gt;website: blogspot, fs, multi, myspace.&lt;br /&gt;location: Philippines&lt;br /&gt;animal: Gold Golem xD in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MISC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever cried over someone: yep, only me knows it.. :D&lt;br /&gt;is there anything you wish you could change about yourself: everything physical! except my hair.. xD&lt;br /&gt;do you think you're attractive: never&lt;br /&gt;if you had to choose a fairytale as your life what would you choose: my own fairytale!&lt;br /&gt;Do you play any sports: volleyball? badminton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Persons whom I tag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ana&lt;br /&gt;2. Andi&lt;br /&gt;3. Ava&lt;br /&gt;4. Ayesha&lt;br /&gt;5. Bianca (2nd Bianca on my linkies)&lt;br /&gt;6. Cile&lt;br /&gt;7. Clarisse&lt;br /&gt;8. Darlene&lt;br /&gt;9. Zee&lt;br /&gt;10. Mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[&lt;i&gt;Highlight the text then click CTRL+C to copy it. Got it? :D&lt;/i&gt;]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-8137662840694519395?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/8137662840694519395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=8137662840694519395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8137662840694519395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/8137662840694519395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/12/second-tagged-post_20.html' title='second tagged post'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-955663940255815749</id><published>2008-12-16T07:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:15:16.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa!</title><content type='html'>Goodness. It’s been a week since i’ve last updated my messy blog! Uwaa! That’s too much! Well, here it is. First of all, this post will be on a Taglish form. I can express my thoughts more when I’m using tagalog. :D Makisakay na lang ang everyone! wahaha! Ang panget. xD Hayaan mo na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a bunch of sorry to all my fellow linkies for not dropping by your pages this whole week. Well, I was truly busy at reading mangas, watching anime, and most importantly, making my new layout, since I already know how to use Adobe Photoshop. Date kasi sa Microsoft Powerpoint lang ako nageedit eh. Yes! Definitely. Powerpoint lang. Ewan ko ba kung pano ako tumagal sa pagedit dun. So when I found out that editing in Photoshop is not really tough, I decided to edit pictures. Thanks to the tutorials that I’ve learn especially from outspoken-kate. Here are some freakin’ examples. Quite simple kasi nga kakatuto ko pa lang. so, ACCEPTANCE na lang. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sorted from latest to oldest. x]]&lt;/i&gt; Just click the picture if you wanna see it more closely.. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SUoUQfCg-WI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-zskF-DWiDo/s1600-h/friendster.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SUoUQfCg-WI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-zskF-DWiDo/s320/friendster.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281055786487839074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SUoUQBWCOsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vb4tT9xcRnM/s1600-h/DSC04733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SUoUQBWCOsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vb4tT9xcRnM/s320/DSC04733.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281055778516646594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SUoUPyMHQ6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/16fgltz_-Zk/s1600-h/blending.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SUoUPyMHQ6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/16fgltz_-Zk/s320/blending.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281055774448501666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SUmxFaWstvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rpBvQ8C9lVU/s1600-h/busy+living+my+life.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SUmxFaWstvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rpBvQ8C9lVU/s320/busy+living+my+life.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280946744600606450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SUmxFNwiH2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/1wbeoEkxF5o/s1600-h/DSC05203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SUmxFNwiH2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/1wbeoEkxF5o/s320/DSC05203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280946741219303266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SUmxE2k-FhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/N8NTzIuEyY4/s1600-h/DSC04299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SUmxE2k-FhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/N8NTzIuEyY4/s320/DSC04299.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280946734996788754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SUmxElQrUGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/BXGmFqSqgQo/s1600-h/DSC04461+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SUmxElQrUGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/BXGmFqSqgQo/s320/DSC04461+copy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280946730348269666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SUmxEftuD0I/AAAAAAAAANw/thUpFIbiVSk/s1600-h/DSC08496+lineart.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SUmxEftuD0I/AAAAAAAAANw/thUpFIbiVSk/s320/DSC08496+lineart.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280946728859471682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan. Mukang retarded lang yung model ng mga litrato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, (let me share this to you) sometimes, kapag nageedit ako ng layout, hindi ako mapakali sa isang desisyon lang. Kunyare, iiisketch ko yung lumabas sa isip ko. Kapag nakita ko na ang kinalabasan, ‘Ay! Baguhin ko ng konti to’ Parang ganun ba. Katulad na lang nito Current Layout ko. Sa totoo lang, half month bago lumabas sa utak ko yan. Ewan ko. Parang there’s always something missing na parang I crave for more! Wah! Sana hindi maging magulo ang next layout ko. -__- By the way, my next layout will be a messy one again. Well, for me, when it’s so colorful, it looks messy. But I know it’s nice. Harhar. Well, that’s it for today. A new post after 9 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: Nakalimutan magsimbang gabe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-955663940255815749?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/955663940255815749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=955663940255815749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/955663940255815749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/955663940255815749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/12/whoa_16.html' title='Whoa!'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SUoUQfCg-WI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-zskF-DWiDo/s72-c/friendster.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-265052456482254856</id><published>2008-12-07T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:51:37.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first tagged post</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/avesbaby/bloglove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/avesbaby/bloglove.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got tagged by &lt;a href="http://avaaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;ava&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks ate! :)&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. Put the l0go on your blog&lt;br /&gt;  2. Add a link to the person who shared with to you&lt;br /&gt;  3. Pass this award to your BLOG LOVER friends&lt;br /&gt;  4. Add your link to the participants below&lt;br /&gt;  5. Leave a message for your nominee on their blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG LOVERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. soul anchor&lt;br /&gt;  2. cookie's corner&lt;br /&gt;  3. life is good and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;  4. my life story&lt;br /&gt;  5. memoirs of pinay in america&lt;br /&gt;  6. my so called life&lt;br /&gt;  7. april heart&lt;br /&gt;  8. jhanna's lair&lt;br /&gt;  9. serenade of angel zee&lt;br /&gt; 10. april perez&lt;br /&gt; 11. doschh&lt;br /&gt; 12. ava&lt;br /&gt; 13. kateriina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed this to... &lt;a href="http://morethanjustdrama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patricia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://icecreameuphoria.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alekx&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://oncloudninekid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clarisse&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://akosibern.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bern&lt;/a&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy the text by pressing CTRL + C while it's highlighted , just in case u don't know.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-265052456482254856?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/265052456482254856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=265052456482254856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/265052456482254856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/265052456482254856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-tagged-post.html' title='first tagged post'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-1547146951677088792</id><published>2008-12-06T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:00:49.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week ng December ko</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;talagang walang kulay ang post ko ngayon dahil medyo mahaba siya at tinatamad akong magkabit ng HTML tags. Pagpasensyahan mo na. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano bang meron sa week 1 ng December ko? Aba’y naloka at nakalog ang utak ko dun ah. Monday, walang pasok, kaya magsimula tayo sa Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1 – Tuesday – TYPE-A 101&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, type A daw sa hapon. (It’s our C.A.T. uniform composed of many kaartehan. xD) Edi GO! Magta-type A ako. Then, tumawag pinsan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika: Uy Katre, Type A ba daw talaga?&lt;br /&gt;Katre: Ewan ko, yun yung sabi nila eh.&lt;br /&gt;Erika: Eh bat sabe ni Bing (nabanggit na sa November 8 post ko), uniform daw.&lt;br /&gt;Katre: Ha? Ewan ko sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;Erika: Pero magtatype A ka?&lt;br /&gt;Katre: Oo, eto na nga. Nakapagpalit na ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;Erika: Ah, o sige. Bye&lt;br /&gt;Katre: Babye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At pagpasok ng eskwelahan? Ako’y *dug! dug!* (heartbeat yan, wag kang maki-alam. xD) Ayun, ako lang nakatype A! Langya! Sabe meron din daw na ibang nakatype A pero umuwi agad upang magpalet. Eh hello?! 1pm na? Balik pa ako sa bahay? Eh nagsialisan na mga alien dun. Sabi ng iba, inannouce daw nung uwian na na school uniform na lang. Pero dahil maagang nauwi ang tropang Dalahican, wala kaming alam. So ayun, sobrang gulo ng isip ko at sobrang galit ko, napaluha na lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;*Uy Katre bat ka naiyak?*&lt;br /&gt;*Uy? Baket? Anong nangyare?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemic talaga tong mga tao sa school. Parang di nila nakita na ako lang ang naiiba ng suot. Hay nako! Kalimutan ang December 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 – Wednesday – Nothing in Particular&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in particular. Umaga nagdaldalan lang kame. At nung hapon, nagpraktis ng Field Demo. Medyo nahihilo ako nung nagprapraktis kame. Tapos puro ikot pa ang ginagawa ng teacher namen at mga sidekick niya. Aba’y loko-loko pala tong mga to. Bahala kayo. Ni isang ikot sa praktis, hindi ko ginawa. Hay nako, napakaboring na araw. Sayang tuition fee! x[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Day 3 – Thursday - Meron pa namang telepono, dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napagusapan namen nung Day 2 na magpP.E. kami ng Thursday, kasi Thursday naman talaga ang subject naming P.E. Pero dahil etong araw na ito nga gaganapin ang Graduation Picture namen, naka-uniform silang lahat. At nakaP.E. ako. Edi ayun, napagtawanan na naman ng mga nemic kong kaklase. Buti na lang, meron akong kaibigang matigas ang ulo. Alam niyang maguuniform lang ang lahat pero nagP.E. pa rin siya. Ang pangalan niya ay Francis. Halos lahat ng PAXTRO ay naka-make-up na. Kami ni France, hindi pa. Mabuting kaibigan diba? Sinamahan ako sa kahihiyan. xD Tapos na ang first period namen. Nagmake-up na rin kame. Dapat, memeyk-apan ako ng kaklase ko. Pero dahil may tigyawat ako, ayokong hawakan ng ibang kamay ang muka ko. Ang arte no? Edi ako na lang nagmeyk-ap saken. Ayun, maayos naman ang kinalabasan. Masaya pala magmeyk-ap no? Haha! Uwian ng tanghale, umuulan. Sayang make-up ko. Pati yung buhok ko na naka-curl. Magkasabay kame ni Patricia sa tricycle kasi ang daming maarteng drayber. Napagusapan namen ni Patricia na nakakatamad nang pumasok… Haha! Ayun, hindi nga kame pumasok. Aba’y kahit ganon, atlis, may oras ako na tapusin ang project ko sa English. Pumunta si Patricia sa bahay. Nagpa-tutor ng konte at syempre, hindi pinalampas ang pagkakataong makakuha ng picture. Mga 5pm, umalis na kame. Punta Mcdo tapos sa bilihan ng DVD. Nagtagal kame ng konte pero masaya. Kahit papano, hindi masyadong boring ang Day 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 4 – Friday – Walang Gala.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GALA dress ang suot namen. Ayoko tong uniform naming ito pero kahit papano, nagkakaron ng konting pagbabago sa piningin ko. First Friday Mass tapos Oikos. Sa hapon, P.E. na. Gumuho ang mundo ko dahil sobrang uber na napakaBORING ng hapon na yun! Sayang ang mga oras na dapat sana ay kasama ko na lang ang computer ko. May praktis kasi ng Field Demo kaya kaylangan ko ng humabol sa mga hindi ko alam na steps. Kaso nga, tinuruan pa pati ang 1st year, 2nd year at 3rd year. So buong 1 hanggang 4:40pm, gumuguho lang ang mundo ko. Kinuha pa ang 5-6:00pm namen na time sa C.A.T. kasi nga hindi kasya yung oras. Nagsimula na ang tugtog, may dumating na lalake, guro din siya sa paaralan namen. May sinabe sa teacher namen. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang eksaktong sinabe. Yun pala, magkakaroon ng sandaling mass para sa mga X-MAS LIGHTS na kinabit sa school. nakaw! Christmas lights lang! Kaya dahil naubos ang oras namen, Walang Gala! Naku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay! Mabuti na lang at wala na namang pasok sa Monday. Nasa anyong Prinsesa na naman ako. *nyay*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-1547146951677088792?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/1547146951677088792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=1547146951677088792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1547146951677088792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1547146951677088792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-week-ng-december-ko.html' title='First week ng December ko'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-3170837228476318590</id><published>2008-12-06T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:57:49.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just got home.</title><content type='html'>Oh! I really mean that I’m &lt;u&gt;gone&lt;/u&gt; for so long that I wasn’t able to &lt;b&gt;update&lt;/b&gt; my blog. Well, I’m just &lt;i&gt;busy&lt;/i&gt; reading some &lt;strong&gt;manga&lt;/strong&gt; and watching &lt;strong&gt;anime&lt;/strong&gt;. :P And oh! &lt;u&gt;Last Thursday&lt;/u&gt;, we have our &lt;b&gt;Graduation Picture&lt;/b&gt;. Hu-hu. I really &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; that word, but on the other side, I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; it. Know why? I hate it because I’m gonna &lt;u&gt;leave&lt;/u&gt; my &lt;i&gt;Highschool life&lt;/i&gt; which is the best for me. Then I love it because, of course, my mama won’t work too much because imma help her with my &lt;b&gt;super-fabulous-talent&lt;/b&gt;! Well, I don’t have a talent. Just watching anime and reading mangas. xD J.K. But I really hope that even though I’m busy with my college life, &lt;n&gt;I can still do what I usually do&lt;/n&gt;. Sounds &lt;b&gt;impossible&lt;/b&gt;? Then forget about &lt;s&gt;studying&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Just enjoy Anime&lt;/b&gt;. Ha-ha! And guess what, I am planning to be a &lt;strong&gt;mangaka&lt;/strong&gt; someday. Ha-ha! In my dreams! x]] Well, I always crave for the &lt;b&gt;impossible&lt;/b&gt;. I know that someday, it will happen. There are no &lt;u&gt;stupid dreams&lt;/u&gt;, except for &lt;i&gt;my dreams&lt;/i&gt;. Well, just mind you own business. I don’t care of what you think because even though you don’t tell me face to face that I’m &lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt;, I am still and always be crazy. Live with it, &lt;s&gt;freak&lt;/s&gt;. Ha-ha! Well, I didn’t mean to find any &lt;n&gt;trouble&lt;/n&gt; here. It’s just that, my &lt;u&gt;head&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;b&gt;hands&lt;/b&gt; are acting on its own that it turn out with a &lt;i&gt;f*ckin’ post&lt;/i&gt;. Then, &lt;n&gt;sorry about that&lt;/n&gt;. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-3170837228476318590?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/3170837228476318590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=3170837228476318590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/3170837228476318590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/3170837228476318590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-got-home.html' title='Just got home.'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-6149563844076377973</id><published>2008-12-01T11:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:08:18.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthsary</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;eh? nagpost magisa? edit ko nalang ung colors mamaya.. :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;English&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s my blog’s first month. I designed this blog 1 month ago. *retarded?* But as you can see on my archives, I have an October post. Well, why don’t you try checkin’ out what’s my post there? Then you’ll feel regretful. xD Just Kidding. And again, Happy First Monthsary to my FREAKING MESSY BLOG! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tagalog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unang mansari ng blog ko ngayon. Ngayon ang unang mansari ng blog ko. *ang kulet dia!* Oo ngayon nga. November 1 ako una nagpost sa blog kong makulay. Pero kung makikita nyo sa archives ay may October na nakalagay. Well, subukan nyo na lang tingnan kung anong post meron dun, para mapahiya kayo. O kung tinatamad ka ngayong pumunta sa links tab ko, &lt;a href="http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html"&gt;eto na lang click mo&lt;/a&gt;. Haha! Walang kwenta. Ay, kaya pala English at Tagalog tong post ko kasi may mga taga-ibang planeta na nagbabasa ng blog ko. At mahal ko sila. Haha! Hayaan nyo na lang kung wrong grammar ang English ko. x]] Maligayang Unang Buwan sa BUWISIT kong BLOG. Haha! Pabayaan nyo na ganyan yan. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" target="_blank" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/STNdbiADznI/AAAAAAAAAMI/k_lWD34wW6I/s1600-h/1+month+ago.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/STNdbiADznI/AAAAAAAAAMI/k_lWD34wW6I/s320/1+month+ago.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274662316145888882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-6149563844076377973?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/6149563844076377973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=6149563844076377973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/6149563844076377973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/6149563844076377973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/12/monthsary.html' title='Monthsary'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/STNdbiADznI/AAAAAAAAAMI/k_lWD34wW6I/s72-c/1+month+ago.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-4949963986254344922</id><published>2008-11-30T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:58:21.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakakapagpabagabag na tanong</title><content type='html'>Hindi naman sa &lt;i&gt;maarte&lt;/i&gt; ang &lt;n&gt;lola&lt;/n&gt; nyo. Kaso, hindi ko lang talaga mapigilan ang sarili ko na sisirin ang sagot ng mga &lt;strong&gt;nakakapagbagabag na tanong&lt;/strong&gt; sa utak ko. katulad na lang nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;may picture talaga dapat dito. pero kung hindi ka mainipin, makikita mo yun bukas. pero wag mo na lang alalahanin dahil hindi yun ganoon kahalaga&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff819f"&gt;“sino bang taga-Mandaluyong dito? Japan? Quezon?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#9c439c"&gt;“bakit halos araw-araw sila nasa Live Traffic Feed ko?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#7ab541"&gt;“may ninanakaw na kaya sila sa blog ko?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#55B0EF"&gt;“oh baka naman stalker ko?”&lt;/font&gt; *anu daw?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff819f"&gt;“Nakatutulong ba talaga ung LTF ko?”.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko na ngang malagay ng ibang &lt;s&gt;arte&lt;/s&gt; dito sa blog ko kase &lt;i&gt;ayokong ma-overdecored&lt;/i&gt; &amp; para na rin &lt;n&gt;walang manakaw&lt;/n&gt;. Nilista ko naman sa &lt;b&gt;credits&lt;/b&gt; ko lahat ng pwede kong &lt;strong&gt;ibigay&lt;/strong&gt; sa inyo. Hay nako, bakit ba ko &lt;s&gt;naghihinala&lt;/s&gt; ng ganito? Malay ko ba kung si &lt;b&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/b&gt; lang yun na nasa &lt;b&gt;Mandaluyong&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;John Lloyd Cruz&lt;/i&gt; sa &lt;i&gt;Japan&lt;/i&gt;, o &lt;u&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/u&gt; sa &lt;u&gt;Quezon&lt;/u&gt;. *&lt;i&gt;nyay&lt;/i&gt;* Mga &lt;b&gt;reppapeeps&lt;/b&gt; ko, hindi ko na maiiwasan &lt;u&gt;maghinala&lt;/u&gt;. Araw-araw ba naman may nagviview ng blog ko galing &lt;i&gt;ibang planeta&lt;/i&gt;. Hindi pa nagiiwan ng &lt;strong&gt;bakas sa tagboard ko&lt;/strong&gt;. Wala pang &lt;i&gt;link na nakalagay&lt;/i&gt; kung saan siya galing. Hindi rin naman pwedeng ako yun dahil sa &lt;b&gt;North Pole&lt;/b&gt; ako &lt;u&gt;nakatira&lt;/u&gt;.   &lt;n&gt;Isipan nyo nga ako ng mga positibong sagot.&lt;/n&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-4949963986254344922?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/4949963986254344922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=4949963986254344922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/4949963986254344922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/4949963986254344922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/11/nakakapagpabagabag-na-tanong.html' title='Nakakapagpabagabag na tanong'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-869972015185514805</id><published>2008-11-26T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:48:33.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anong meron sa 26?</title><content type='html'>Ano pa nga ba? Syempre &lt;u&gt;exam&lt;/u&gt;. Pero hindi naman talaga iyun ang &lt;i&gt;punto&lt;/i&gt; ko. Dahil &lt;b&gt;26&lt;/b&gt; ang showing, &lt;s&gt;hindi premier&lt;/s&gt;, ng &lt;strong&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; sa pilipinas. At dahil nga exam namen, &lt;n&gt;half day&lt;/n&gt; kame. at dahil half day kame, nanuod kami ng &lt;strong&gt;paxtro&lt;/strong&gt; sa SM. Medyo hindi nga lang kame umabot sa oras. Dahil &lt;u&gt;2pm&lt;/u&gt; ang simula, &lt;b&gt;2:10&lt;/b&gt; kami nakarating sa &lt;i&gt;tapat ng sinehan&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Theater #3&lt;/u&gt;. Edi ayun, &lt;b&gt;nataranta&lt;/b&gt; na kame kasi ang nais talaga ng tropa, &lt;i&gt;masimulan namen&lt;/i&gt;, tapos &lt;u&gt;uulitin&lt;/u&gt; namen. Kaso nga lang, &lt;u&gt;4:20&lt;/u&gt; na ulit yung sunod sa showing. Edi &lt;b&gt;ginabe&lt;/b&gt; kame kung &lt;s&gt;uulitin&lt;/s&gt; namen yun? Pero dahil &lt;strong&gt;naadik&lt;/strong&gt; ako, &lt;u&gt;nagpaiwan ako&lt;/u&gt; kasama si &lt;i&gt;Patricia&lt;/i&gt; at &lt;n&gt;Rafaella&lt;/n&gt;. Bakit ba? &lt;u&gt;Nakakaadik&lt;/u&gt; naman talaga eh. Abay &lt;b&gt;uulitin&lt;/b&gt; ko nga ulit iyun. &lt;strong&gt;Hindi pwedeng hinde.&lt;/strong&gt; teka, hindi naman ako nagbalak na maglagay ng &lt;i&gt;spoiler&lt;/i&gt; tungkol dun sa napanood ko. Ang akin lang, &lt;b&gt;diary&lt;/b&gt; ko to. mga nangyari sa &lt;s&gt;buhay&lt;/s&gt; ko. Bahala na ako &lt;u&gt;umalala&lt;/u&gt; sa &lt;b&gt;napanood&lt;/b&gt; ko. Sige na at may &lt;strong&gt;test&lt;/strong&gt; pa ako bukas. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROMISE: MAS SULIT KUNG BABASAHIN MO ANG LIBRO.&lt;/b&gt; Pero dahil nakikita mismo ng mga mata mo sina Edward at Bella, pwede na rin siguro. Pero kulang talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opppzzz.. Masama akong tao.. panukso na ang mga susunod na pahayag. x]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;Nag-extra si Stephenie.&lt;br /&gt;Almost 1 minute ang kissing scene ni Edward &amp; Bella.&lt;br /&gt;Sa una palang ay pinakilala na agad si Jacob &amp; Billy.&lt;br /&gt;Aakbayan ni Edward si Bella nung pinagtitinginan na sila sa school.&lt;br /&gt;Tama na!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-869972015185514805?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/869972015185514805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=869972015185514805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/869972015185514805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/869972015185514805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/11/anong-meron-sa-26.html' title='Anong meron sa 26?'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-3025650826871758729</id><published>2008-11-22T19:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:10:12.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang bagahe ni mama</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, oo, &lt;n&gt;last Sunday pa&lt;/n&gt;, at ngayon ko lang naisipang ipost to, dumating &lt;strong&gt;ang bagahe ni mama&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Dalawang kahon&lt;/u&gt; lang naman siya pero isa lang nais ko sa sandamakmak na nilalaman ng mga kahon. Iyun ay ang &lt;b&gt;PSP&lt;/b&gt; ko. Jusko naman, minsan lang ako humingi ng mga &lt;i&gt;materyal na bagay&lt;/i&gt; sa nanay ko. &lt;s&gt;Madalas kasi pera.&lt;/s&gt; xD Kaya ayon, medyo &lt;n&gt;tumalon ang mga mata ko&lt;/n&gt; ng makita ko ang PSP ko. &lt;strong&gt;Exaggerated?&lt;/strong&gt; Ganun talaga. Hindi naman ako napagpalaan ng &lt;u&gt;mayaman pamilya&lt;/u&gt; eh. Tapos, nagpasaya pa saken ang mga &lt;b&gt;bumabahang chocolates&lt;/b&gt;. Pero dahil &lt;u&gt;diet&lt;/u&gt; ako, &lt;i&gt;ipinamigay&lt;/i&gt; ko na lang. xD *&lt;i&gt;yabang!&lt;/i&gt;* Pero syempre, namigay talaga ako. Sabi nga nila, &lt;b&gt;“Share your blessings”&lt;/b&gt; pero kapag ako na yung may kaylangan, walang pakialam ang mga &lt;s&gt; hangal&lt;/s&gt;. (&lt;n&gt;Sorry for the term, don’t take it seriously. Ha-ha!&lt;/n&gt;) So, ano nga ba ulit yon? *&lt;i&gt;basa. basa. basa.&lt;/i&gt;* Ahh! yon, sabi rin naman kasi ni mama, mamigay ako sa mga &lt;u&gt;kamaganak&lt;/u&gt; namen. At namigay na rin ako sa mga &lt;b&gt;kaibigan&lt;/b&gt; ko. Sakto para sa &lt;strong&gt;PAXTRO&lt;/strong&gt;. Pero nagdala pa rin ako ng &lt;i&gt;extra&lt;/i&gt;. Paglabas ko ng &lt;u&gt;chocolates&lt;/u&gt; sa bag, aba! Si &lt;strong&gt;Gapate&lt;/strong&gt;, pahingi daw! Nay! &lt;n&gt;Parang bibigyan ko sya!&lt;/n&gt; *&lt;i&gt;ang sama eh no? xD&lt;/i&gt;* Sabi ko bilin niya ng &lt;b&gt;50&lt;/b&gt; kasi binili rin ng &lt;strong&gt;PAXTRO&lt;/strong&gt; yun. Aba, ayaw! &lt;b&gt;20&lt;/b&gt; na lang daw! Sinusuwerte kang &lt;b&gt;jokla&lt;/b&gt; ka! Bahala ka jan. &lt;u&gt;Manigas you!&lt;/u&gt; xD Tapos kay Gapate, si &lt;strong&gt;Percy&lt;/strong&gt; naman! Abaaaa! Mukhang kakagat sa &lt;b&gt;50&lt;/b&gt; pesos kong chocolates ah! Maya-maya, tapos ko ng bigyan ang &lt;strong&gt;PAXTRO&lt;/strong&gt;, binuksan ko yung isa. Dahil hindi ko naman nabigayan ang &lt;n&gt;lahat sa classroom&lt;/n&gt;, &lt;u&gt;nag-share&lt;/u&gt; na lang ako. Umikot sa buong classroom na parang &lt;strong&gt;Santa&lt;/strong&gt;. Pero hinde. xD Pinatikim ko si Percy, ayun! Hahaaa! &lt;b&gt;Bili daw siya dalawa&lt;/b&gt;! Yeahbah! Siyempre, &lt;i&gt;binentahan&lt;/i&gt; ko. Minsan lang dumating ang &lt;n&gt;blessings&lt;/n&gt; dude! Next day, dumami na yung mga gustong bumile, eh mauubos na yung chocolates ko. Pano yun? Edi sabi ko kay Percy, dahil mauubos na, &lt;b&gt;tataas ang presyo&lt;/b&gt;. Gaya nga ng lesson namen sa &lt;u&gt;A.P.&lt;/u&gt;, kapag &lt;i&gt;tumaas ang demand&lt;/i&gt;, at &lt;n&gt;bumaba ang supply&lt;/n&gt;, &lt;u&gt;tataas ang presyo&lt;/u&gt;. Kung alam niyo man ang ibig kong sabihin. Edi &lt;b&gt;tawa&lt;/b&gt; na lang si Percy. Haha! Wala na naman talaga akong balak ibenta pa yung iba kong chocolates at baka ako yung &lt;strong&gt;magsisi sa hule&lt;/strong&gt;. Nakapag-benta naman ako ng mga &lt;u&gt;anim o pitong chocolates&lt;/u&gt;. Okay na yun. Haha. At heto na ang &lt;i&gt;mga umuulan na litrato&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;b&gt;Humanda ka na&lt;/b&gt;! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSk82eUecQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zO1hC8l947k/s1600-h/DSC03829.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSk82eUecQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zO1hC8l947k/s320/DSC03829.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271811745363423490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140 pieces of chocolate bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSk83lkR06I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Avulwgd45zU/s1600-h/DSC03837.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSk83lkR06I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Avulwgd45zU/s320/DSC03837.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271811764488623010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferrero Rocher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSk848Duh7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZSxiDickX0U/s1600-h/DSC03838.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSk848Duh7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZSxiDickX0U/s320/DSC03838.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271811787705976754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stabillo. hoy, cute yang mga yan! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSk85zaVP0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/b32LH4sLLlU/s1600-h/DSC03839.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSk85zaVP0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/b32LH4sLLlU/s320/DSC03839.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271811802564738882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;amp;M's &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Toblerone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSk86-OPNvI/AAAAAAAAALA/Z6JwTjC2Y4U/s1600-h/DSC03841.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSk86-OPNvI/AAAAAAAAALA/Z6JwTjC2Y4U/s320/DSC03841.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271811822646671090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maltesers &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Milka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSlE7iVuswI/AAAAAAAAALI/PuhprrCTsXk/s1600-h/DSC03843.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSlE7iVuswI/AAAAAAAAALI/PuhprrCTsXk/s320/DSC03843.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271820628434793218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS3 ni kuya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSlE71wrpDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/upltWfVzzQs/s1600-h/DSC03871.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSlE71wrpDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/upltWfVzzQs/s320/DSC03871.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271820633648112690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long sleeves? Parang malamig sa Pilipinas ah? Wala lang, type ko lang siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSlE8Qrq-zI/AAAAAAAAALY/oCQnDTdrSDY/s1600-h/DSC03888.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSlE8Qrq-zI/AAAAAAAAALY/oCQnDTdrSDY/s320/DSC03888.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271820640874855218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan na nga ba ang sinasabi ko eh! Sa wakas! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSlE9WSh2wI/AAAAAAAAALg/v7Mo-OJT608/s1600-h/DSC03892.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSlE9WSh2wI/AAAAAAAAALg/v7Mo-OJT608/s320/DSC03892.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271820659559881474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na nakatiis. Kumain na ng isa. x]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ngayon, &lt;b&gt;konti&lt;/b&gt; na lang ang natitirang chocolates saken. Hanggang kaylan ko kaya &lt;strong&gt;mapapanatili&lt;/strong&gt; ang mga ito? *&lt;i&gt;are?&lt;/i&gt;* Katapusan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-3025650826871758729?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/3025650826871758729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=3025650826871758729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/3025650826871758729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/3025650826871758729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/11/ang-bagahe-ni-mama.html' title='ang bagahe ni mama'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSk82eUecQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zO1hC8l947k/s72-c/DSC03829.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-6347506292166042481</id><published>2008-11-20T22:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:18:51.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>then how was my day?</title><content type='html'>Well, the &lt;u&gt;fieldtrip&lt;/u&gt;? It’s &lt;n&gt;quite boring&lt;/n&gt;! I’m &lt;b&gt;ain't contented&lt;/b&gt; at all! This is our &lt;strong&gt;last fieldtrip&lt;/strong&gt; but why did it turned out like this? Well, as i'd &lt;u&gt;expected&lt;/u&gt;. I knew it that &lt;b&gt;EK&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;Star City&lt;/b&gt; will content me. But, it's not on our destination list. T.T Forget it, I still did enjoy somehow because of &lt;i&gt;my friends&lt;/i&gt;. Oh! Cut out the &lt;s&gt;story-telling&lt;/s&gt;! The &lt;u&gt;pictures&lt;/u&gt; will tell &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;, if you’re not a &lt;strong&gt;fool&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Just kidding&lt;/i&gt;. xD I’ll do put some &lt;n&gt;captions&lt;/n&gt;, don’t worry. Hihi.. (I placed url to my pictures to prevent the photo grabbers of claiming it as theirs) Right, &lt;a href="http://morethanjustdrama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patricia&lt;/a&gt;?? She's a professional one when it comes to photo grabbing. xD Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgQNnGENhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/muXkP7T9qN0/s1600-h/DSC03916.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481189855933970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgQNnGENhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/muXkP7T9qN0/s320/DSC03916.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;what a nice rainbow, but really means rain. :I&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgQOFmGMCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/D1ckf0RM93Y/s1600-h/DSC03979.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481198043344930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgQOFmGMCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/D1ckf0RM93Y/s320/DSC03979.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;First destination: Baluarte de San Diego, Intramuros Manila&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgQOp8yQpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MDH18poEcps/s1600-h/DSC04027.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481207802184338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgQOp8yQpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MDH18poEcps/s320/DSC04027.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lupang Hinirang sa Pagbubuo ng bansa. (in case you can't see xD)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgQOwi0YBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5_ATk2W6shE/s1600-h/DSC04028.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481209572319250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgQOwi0YBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5_ATk2W6shE/s320/DSC04028.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Our flag, national flag i mean. :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgQPEnD8_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/RZHBmFYUAZ0/s1600-h/DSC04031.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481214958826482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgQPEnD8_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/RZHBmFYUAZ0/s320/DSC04031.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;those statues looks like dead people in person. eeh! creepy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgTQyOtRjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gAh_yZYdVDk/s1600-h/DSC04048.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271484542919460402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgTQyOtRjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gAh_yZYdVDk/s320/DSC04048.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;yeah, i have my own world. xD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgTRaGhLuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YGOTMEt0Pno/s1600-h/DSC04063.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271484553622531810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgTRaGhLuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YGOTMEt0Pno/s320/DSC04063.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;so amaze with that thinggy. don't know how they do that. :O&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgTSrlcwyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sA1cxMorTuc/s1600-h/DSC04106.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271484575495537442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgTSrlcwyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sA1cxMorTuc/s320/DSC04106.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Philippines' old money.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgTS-Lfe9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/GGOM_22NiGM/s1600-h/DSC04201.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271484580486937554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgTS-Lfe9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/GGOM_22NiGM/s320/DSC04201.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Second destination: Manila Cathedral, Intramuros Manila&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgTTcLKd8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/dZ_9R2QGZpE/s1600-h/DSC04242.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271484588538623938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgTTcLKd8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/dZ_9R2QGZpE/s320/DSC04242.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I was stunned by that big thing. I want to see it closer. uwaa! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgUuDMjt-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/tYnPeoWxMJo/s1600-h/DSC04263.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271486145201682402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgUuDMjt-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/tYnPeoWxMJo/s320/DSC04263.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;while at the bus.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgZFFnrsNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/25ZDatJLJ98/s1600-h/DSC04278.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271490939035824338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgZFFnrsNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/25ZDatJLJ98/s320/DSC04278.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Third destination: Science Discovery, Mall of Asia (MOA)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgZFqEd1TI/AAAAAAAAAKA/iCSE5a7sjxc/s1600-h/DSC04314.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271490948820227378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgZFqEd1TI/AAAAAAAAAKA/iCSE5a7sjxc/s320/DSC04314.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Well, there are many childish students. xD JK&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgZF5HutFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dHkdZdql6T4/s1600-h/DSC04335.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271490952860447826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgZF5HutFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dHkdZdql6T4/s320/DSC04335.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hey! That's a nice 'welcome". xP&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgZGVD5yOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_hWeTEb8_E8/s1600-h/DSC04353.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271490960360589538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgZGVD5yOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_hWeTEb8_E8/s320/DSC04353.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;the answer is &lt;strong&gt;brain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgZHVIkqKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hu3UyVv_a9w/s1600-h/DSC04391.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271490977560045730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgZHVIkqKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hu3UyVv_a9w/s320/DSC04391.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;He is Mr. T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to take pictures at our Final destination. *wow!* But it's great. The play didn't bore me too much. They did well. Oh! Whatever! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-6347506292166042481?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/6347506292166042481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=6347506292166042481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/6347506292166042481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/6347506292166042481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/11/then-how-was-my-day.html' title='then how was my day?'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSgQNnGENhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/muXkP7T9qN0/s72-c/DSC03916.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-5857011152674938400</id><published>2008-11-19T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:26:21.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s with tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>Well, it’s our &lt;u&gt;fieldtrip&lt;/u&gt; that we’ve been waiting for. The date was always &lt;s&gt;postponed&lt;/s&gt; in the past few months. But now, &lt;b&gt;surely&lt;/b&gt;, its gonna happen &lt;strong&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;, even though the &lt;n&gt;destinations&lt;/n&gt; are &lt;b&gt;quite boring&lt;/b&gt;. Oh well, it's &lt;u&gt;really boring&lt;/u&gt;! ampf. I’ve already bought my &lt;i&gt;baon&lt;/i&gt;. Hihi. &lt;n&gt;Here’s the list&lt;/n&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tortillos Cheese&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;n&gt;3 Fit n’ Right&lt;/n&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;MUG Rootbeer&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;n&gt;Nestea Lemon&lt;/n&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 Ensaymada’s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Half of Brazo Mercedez Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Surprisingly&lt;/b&gt;, I’ve lost my &lt;u&gt;187.00 savings&lt;/u&gt; with those &lt;strong&gt;yumyums&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, I’m really on my &lt;u&gt;diet&lt;/u&gt; now. That’s why &lt;i&gt;tTortillos&lt;/i&gt; is the only snack I bought. But of course, I’ll bring &lt;b&gt;chocolates&lt;/b&gt; too. &lt;strong&gt;YAY!!&lt;/strong&gt; Here’s the &lt;n&gt;list of our schedule&lt;/n&gt; tomorrow, just want to put it here because &lt;u&gt;I might lost the paper&lt;/u&gt;. It’s still a &lt;i&gt;remembrance&lt;/i&gt;. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 A.M. ----------------------------------- Assembly&lt;br /&gt;6:00 A.M. ----------------------------------- Departure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Itinerary:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 – 9:00 -------------------- Baluarte de San Diego, Intramuros Manila&lt;br /&gt;9:30 – 10:30 ------------------ Manila Cathedral, Intramuros Manila&lt;br /&gt;12:00 – 2:00 ------------------ Science Discovery, Mall of Asia (MOA)&lt;br /&gt;4:30 – 6:30 -------------------- Mulan, Greenbelt, Makati City&lt;br /&gt;9:30 ---------------------------- Home Sweet Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wish this &lt;strong&gt;last fieldtrip&lt;/strong&gt; will be &lt;u&gt;the best&lt;/u&gt;. Even though we still have &lt;s&gt;classes&lt;/s&gt; the on &lt;i&gt;following day&lt;/i&gt;. Oh my! -___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-5857011152674938400?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/5857011152674938400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=5857011152674938400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/5857011152674938400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/5857011152674938400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-with-tomorrow.html' title='What’s with tomorrow?'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-4637117879106825209</id><published>2008-11-18T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:28:00.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A gift</title><content type='html'>Nyay.. English pa ung title, tagalog naman ang nilalaman. Hay, bahala na nga…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan. Kung nabasa niyo man yung iba ko pang post, nabanggit ko dun si &lt;u&gt;Patricia&lt;/u&gt;. Siya yung &lt;i&gt;nagpunta ng HK&lt;/i&gt;.. Medyo sumama ang loob ko sa kanya dahil &lt;n&gt;nagkasakit yung digicam ko&lt;/n&gt; sa mga kamay niya. (&lt;i&gt;kung alam nyo man ang ibig kong sabihin&lt;/i&gt;) Eh ako, medyo &lt;strong&gt;may bahid ng kaartehan&lt;/strong&gt;. Kapag hindi ko talaga ma-take yung nangyari o ginawa sa aken, &lt;b&gt;hindi na lang ako mamamansin&lt;/b&gt;. Eh hindi ko naman matiis na hindi pansinin si Patricia kasi kapag sinasabi niya na pansinin ko siya, &lt;i&gt;medyo manunulak pa&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;u&gt;mangangalbit ng sobra sobra&lt;/u&gt;, at &lt;s&gt;kung anu-ano pa&lt;/s&gt;. Pinapansin ko naman siya kahit papano, pero &lt;b&gt;hindi na nga lang tulad ng date&lt;/b&gt;. Kung hindi ko pa nakukwento sa blog ko, may kaibigan ako na &lt;strong&gt;naorder sa internet&lt;/strong&gt; and then ibinebenta niya rin sa amen. Merong &lt;u&gt;chocolates&lt;/u&gt; na pwedeng lagyan ng &lt;i&gt;names&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Cute&lt;/strong&gt; naman siya, kaso &lt;b&gt;diet&lt;/b&gt; ako kaya &lt;n&gt;wala akong balak bumile&lt;/n&gt;. And then, kahapon, may tinitingnan silang &lt;i&gt;papel&lt;/i&gt;, kung hindi niyo naman alam, may &lt;n&gt;pagkachismosa&lt;/n&gt; ako. Gusto ko alam ko mga &lt;b&gt;chismax at pinagkakaguluhan&lt;/b&gt; ng iba. Edi nakitingin ako sa papel. &lt;u&gt;Kinuha&lt;/u&gt; ko pero nakuha agad sa aken. Sabe, may &lt;u&gt;bawal akong akita doon&lt;/u&gt;. Edi lalu akong naging &lt;strong&gt;curious&lt;/strong&gt;. Teka nga, &lt;i&gt;kinunchaba&lt;/i&gt; ko yung isa ko pang kaibigan. Sabi ko kunin yung papel. Maya-maya &lt;n&gt;binato na saken&lt;/n&gt;! &lt;b&gt;waa!!&lt;/b&gt; Ang &lt;strong&gt;bibilis&lt;/strong&gt; ng mga kamay nila at &lt;b&gt;nakuha kaagad&lt;/b&gt;! Ewan ko ba! &lt;u&gt;Malalaman&lt;/u&gt; ko rin yan. &lt;s&gt;Buwahahaha!&lt;/s&gt; At &lt;i&gt;pagpasok&lt;/i&gt; ko ng &lt;n&gt;hapon&lt;/n&gt;, &lt;b&gt;charaaan!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSK0sR_KcVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7O9Qp0ak4uQ/s1600-h/DSC03833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSK0sR_KcVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7O9Qp0ak4uQ/s320/DSC03833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269973186812473682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s &lt;u&gt;a gift&lt;/u&gt; from &lt;n&gt;Patricia&lt;/n&gt;. Naku, &lt;i&gt;nakakatouch&lt;/i&gt; na ewan. Kasi hindi ko nga siya pinapansin, tapos &lt;u&gt;nagsorry&lt;/u&gt; siya by a &lt;s&gt;gift&lt;/s&gt;. Edi bati na kame. Hindi naman sa binati ko siya &lt;strong&gt;dahil binigyan niya ako ng regalo&lt;/strong&gt;. Alangan namang &lt;b&gt;magmatigas&lt;/b&gt; pa ako edi tumagal naman yung &lt;n&gt;hindi namin pagpapansinan&lt;/n&gt;? Haist.. &lt;u&gt;Salamatersuys&lt;/u&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://morethanjustdrama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patricia&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Yeahbah!&lt;/b&gt; &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-4637117879106825209?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/4637117879106825209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=4637117879106825209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/4637117879106825209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/4637117879106825209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/11/gift.html' title='A gift'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SSK0sR_KcVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7O9Qp0ak4uQ/s72-c/DSC03833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-6434612436695079048</id><published>2008-11-14T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:17:39.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Doomed Day (D-D-D)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This post is not yet colored so I am telling you this is not yet complete.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m serious. This is not an ordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up by 6:10am because my elder brother borrowed my cellphone and I don’t have any alarm clock with me. I immediately run to the bathroom to take a bath, and then I remember that already I run out of shampoo. (but at least, I have my conditioner) After taking a bath, I checked my watch and it was already 6:30. (20 minutes in the bathroom?) I was shocked, definitely. Then I do things as fast as I could. But you know, it really doesn’t matter if I will be late, because I’m still hiding my nail polishes. :p  So I thought that I was really late. But then, I was wrong. Hiding my nail polish is my problem for 3 days, except now. Luckily, I was able to hide it to my teacher. Oh yeah, the flag ceremony was done without a problem. There was also an announcement about October’s Cleanest Room, and other awards, forgot what it is. But I wasn’t able to hear it, because I was called by this certain teacher while I was at the line. He asks me to talk at his office. When we were already there, he turned on the electric fan, lets me take a sit, closed the door and slammed the windows. I know, I already know that I’m in a bad situation, so I was starting to feel nervous. He started talking, asked me about one of my friend’s problem. He knew it. He already knows about my friend’s BIG problem. So he asked me so many questions. Questions that I am not able to answer. Questions that’s troubling my mind. Questions that made me start to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I got into this tough situation? Oh, I know. I just wanted to help my friend. Without thinking how far my conscience would be. I am afraid of losing someone’s trust. That’s why I helped her even though I know it’s wrong, without thinking what would happen. But, I’ve started it. I’ve caused this thing to happen to myself. And I have to finish this. Even if I just wanted to help.  Maybe I wasn’t thinking about any problem for so long. So now I have one, but definitely a big one. I am worried about my friend. She’s been suffering so much of her sickness. And I can’t think how I can help her. The ‘certain teacher’ told me, “inumpisahan mo na yan, maghanda ka na sa mga susunod na mangyayare”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued… :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-6434612436695079048?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/6434612436695079048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=6434612436695079048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/6434612436695079048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/6434612436695079048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/11/da-doomed-day-d-d-d.html' title='Da Doomed Day (D-D-D)'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-1699580372860888094</id><published>2008-11-10T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:02:24.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pahiya ako</title><content type='html'>&lt;n&gt;"may color na!! :P"&lt;/n&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha! Ngayon pala talaga ang &lt;u&gt;last day ng sembreak namen&lt;/u&gt;. Natatawa ako sa sarili ko dahil &lt;strong&gt;napahiya ako&lt;/strong&gt;. post pa ako ng may title na “&lt;i&gt;last day ng sembreak&lt;/i&gt;” tapos mali naman pala ako. Hay nako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaninang umaga, nagcomputer na agad ako dahil may schedule na ako ng 9am. May &lt;n&gt;shooting&lt;/n&gt; kami ng commercial namen para sa project naming sa A.P. 9am sa may San Roque. At dahil &lt;b&gt;pasaway&lt;/b&gt; ako, &lt;u&gt;9:30&lt;/u&gt; na ako nakarating. Ganun talaga kapag kaharap ang kompyuter, wala nang pakialam sa iba. At pagdating ko dun? Wala, nagpa-xerox pa yung iba naming ka-group. Tapos hindi pa kami kumpleto. Pero ayos lang, sanay na. &lt;i&gt;Late din naman ako eh&lt;/i&gt;. Habang wala pa yung iba naming ka-group, &lt;strong&gt;piktyur-piktyur&lt;/strong&gt; muna sa cellphone ko, (&lt;i&gt;wala pa kasi yung digicam ko&lt;/i&gt;) tapos, napatanong na lang ako sa kasama ko,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kateriina:&lt;/b&gt; kaninong videocam ang gagamitin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;i&gt;???????&lt;/i&gt; Ewan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kateriina:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;*nagulat*&lt;/i&gt; Ha? Sabi saken sayo daw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen:&lt;/strong&gt; Walang sinabi saken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kateriina:&lt;/b&gt; [OMG?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang hinihintay ang leader namen, syempre, &lt;n&gt;pikyur-piktyur pa ren&lt;/n&gt;. Pagdating ng aming hinihintay, tinanong namen sya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen:&lt;/strong&gt; kaninong camera ang gagamitin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;n&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/n&gt; [shocked!] Diba sayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen:&lt;/strong&gt; Wala ka kayang sinasabi saken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;n&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/n&gt; Akala ko alam mo na.&lt;br /&gt;Titigan kame. tapos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;n&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/n&gt; Ano bheiz? Kunin naten yung camera mo kay Pat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kateriina:&lt;/b&gt; *yosh!* Oh sige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;~problem settled~&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam nyo, kahit ganyan ang daloy ng paguusap namen, nakangiti pa rin kame, kahit ako medyo &lt;n&gt;natutulala na&lt;/n&gt; dahil hindi ko na alam ang kinahantungan ng digicam ko sa mga kamay ni &lt;a href="http://morethanjustdrama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patricia&lt;/a&gt;. At yun nga, pagdating namin kila Patricia, hinahanap nya pa yung bag nya, tapos, nang makita nya na at ibabalik na nya saken… [&lt;i&gt;Uwaaa!!&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;**Natanggal na nang tuluyan yung takip ng lens, (nasira na kasi yun date, nilagyan ko lang ng glue para di matanggal) tapos dumami pa yung gasgas.**&lt;br /&gt;Nais ko na talagang &lt;s&gt;mag-backout&lt;/s&gt; nun dahil sobrang &lt;u&gt;maluha-luha&lt;/u&gt; na ako. Pero, wala, hindi ako pwedeng sumuko. *&lt;i&gt;wow!&lt;/i&gt;* Pero kapag naiisip ko na &lt;b&gt;wala na akong magagawa sa camera ko&lt;/b&gt;, at &lt;strong&gt;kapag iniisip ko rin ang sasabihin ng nanay ko&lt;/strong&gt;, gusto ko nang &lt;u&gt;magsumiksik&lt;/u&gt; sa isang &lt;i&gt;sulok&lt;/i&gt; at &lt;n&gt;mag-iiiyak&lt;/n&gt;. Ano na ang gagawin ko sa &lt;b&gt;10 days&lt;/b&gt; kong nawalay na camera? Kaylangan ko ng &lt;u&gt;bumili ng bago&lt;/u&gt; nun upang &lt;n&gt;mapawi ang dating ganda nito&lt;/n&gt;. Kaso, dahil sa hindi naman ako nabiyayaan ng Diyos ng &lt;u&gt;pagkadugong-bughaw&lt;/u&gt;, siguro dahil na rin sa &lt;i&gt;pagkagastadora ko&lt;/i&gt;, wala nang pag-asang makabili pa ako ng bago. Teka, &lt;i&gt;maiba na tayo&lt;/i&gt;. Tumutulo na sipon ko dahil &lt;u&gt;napapaiyak&lt;/u&gt; na naman ako. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon, nagsimula na kami sa shooting. At medyo magulo ang kinalabasan. Ipapanuod ko sa inyo yung video kapag naupload ko na. pero kung hindi na kayo makapagpigil, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WbL-xz4fWMg/"&gt;eto patikim&lt;/a&gt;.. (&lt;i&gt;ginawa ko na lang URL to. nagloko kasi, &amp;&amp; para na lang sa mga interesado. xD &lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nun, nagsiuwian muna kame para magtanghalian. Pero alam ko namang wala nang balak bumalik yung mga lalaki naming kamiyembro. Kami naman ni Karen (nabanggit na kung sino sya sa araw na to), ay nagpunta ng Jollibee at doon nagtanghalian. Nasa jeep kame non, abay may sumakay na lalake, at &lt;b&gt;nagsasalita siya magisa&lt;/b&gt;. Tumabi kay Karen, nasa tapat ko. Oo na, nagsasalita na siya magisa. Bigyan ko pa siya ng &lt;n&gt;award&lt;/n&gt; eh. Kunyari na lang ako na hindi ko siya naririnig habang nakasaksak sa tenga ko ang earphone ng &lt;i&gt;ipod&lt;/i&gt; ko. Nang may sumakay pa na ibang pasahero, lalu siyang napadikit kay Karen. &lt;strong&gt;Nakikibasa pa sa tinetext niya&lt;/strong&gt;. Teka nga, &lt;i&gt;nakakaselos&lt;/i&gt; yun ha! Sisutsutan ko nga si Karen tapos pinatabi ko saken. Ayun, pinababa na yung lalake sa may palengke. Hindi naman kasi nagbayad. Success din kaming nakababa sa Jollibee. Bili na ako ng &lt;b&gt;39ers&lt;/b&gt; na &lt;u&gt;Burger steak at 2pcs. na ShangHai with rice&lt;/u&gt;, of course. At ang hindi nagpapahuleng &lt;n&gt;Choco Frost&lt;/n&gt;. Yun lang naman ang masarap don eh. Haha! Tapos non, &lt;i&gt;nagpa-ikot-ikot&lt;/i&gt; pa ako sa mga bahay ng iba kong classmate dahil &lt;n&gt;may kinuha&lt;/n&gt;, &lt;u&gt;may dinaanan&lt;/u&gt; at &lt;i&gt;may sinabe&lt;/i&gt; ako sa kanila. At pagkatapos pa nun? Wala na, umuwi na ako at &lt;b&gt;nagbabad na ulit sa kompyuter ko&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dyan po nagtatapos ang kwento ko. mahaba ito kasi nagpapaliwanag ako kung &lt;n&gt;bakit ako pahiya&lt;/n&gt;. (&lt;i&gt;hindi ko naman talaga pinaliwanag eh. xD&lt;/i&gt;) Uy? Napansin mo ba? &lt;b&gt;Tagalog&lt;/b&gt; na naman yung post ko? Hahahaha! &lt;strong&gt;Ang boka ko no&lt;/strong&gt;? So long! &lt;u&gt;39er&lt;/u&gt;! xD haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-1699580372860888094?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/1699580372860888094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=1699580372860888094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1699580372860888094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1699580372860888094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/11/pahiya-ako.html' title='Pahiya ako'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-5142340489649105557</id><published>2008-11-09T09:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:17:19.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day ng Sembreak</title><content type='html'>Sige, tagalog lang ng tagalog. Tapos kalimutan na yung isa pang blog. Sayang yung post dun. Waaa.. Baka next week ko pa yun maayos. Pero, hayaan mo na! &lt;b&gt;Let’s get it on!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan, last day na ng sembreak namen at nais ko ng &lt;i&gt;umiyak&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;u&gt;humagugol&lt;/u&gt;, at &lt;b&gt;magpagulong-gulong&lt;/b&gt;. Ang dami ko pang hindi nagagawa, at pagsisiksikan ko ngayon yun sa araw na ito. (&lt;i&gt;Kaya ko ba yun? Piling ko hinde&lt;/i&gt;) Ah, actually ngayon, pumapapak na ako ng handa nami eh. haha! pinanis na eh no? ang sarap kasi, &lt;b&gt;nakakagigil&lt;/b&gt;. Gusto ko na ubusin. Hay nako, kung nandito lang yung &lt;u&gt;camera&lt;/u&gt; ko ngayon, edi sana, pinagdidiskitahan ko na mga tao dito, hindi yung pagkaen. Haha! eh wala eh, si &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://morethanjustdrama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patricia&lt;/a&gt;, hindi na sinoli yung camera ko. Nakakaramdam na tuloy ako ng &lt;i&gt;konting pagkamuhi&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;u&gt;6 days&lt;/u&gt; lang kasi ang &lt;s&gt;limit&lt;/s&gt; nun. Simula &lt;strong&gt;October 30 to November 04&lt;/strong&gt;. Sabi ko sa kanya ibalik nya agad. Abay ako pa yata ang kaylangan kumuha sa kanya. &lt;s&gt;Lupet no?&lt;/s&gt; Kaya, &lt;u&gt;easy-easy&lt;/u&gt; lang ako ngayon, kasi pag nagalet ako, bahala kayo. Haha! &lt;strong&gt;Malupet ako magalet&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;i&gt;tahimik kunyare&lt;/i&gt; pero sa loob-loob ko, &lt;b&gt;ipinapalamon ko na ang kaluluwa mo sa mga demonyo&lt;/b&gt;. Hahahaha! Syempre, kung matindi lang ang kasalanan mo. Ah! maiba naman tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamaya, may &lt;u&gt;binyag&lt;/u&gt; pa. &lt;i&gt;Ninang si mama&lt;/i&gt;. At dahil &lt;u&gt;wala&lt;/u&gt; naman sya, ako ang &lt;strong&gt;proxy&lt;/strong&gt; nya. Oh diba, ang dami ng gagawin, may proxy-proxy pa ako. Nako. Sana hindi masira ang araw ko. &lt;s&gt;Kakain ako ng marame&lt;/s&gt;. Ay! Oo nga pala! Gash! Ang &lt;s&gt;taba&lt;/s&gt; ko daw ngayon. Huhu. Pero dahil last day na nga ng sembreak, sige, &lt;b&gt;ibubuhos ko na to&lt;/b&gt;. Tapos &lt;u&gt;magda-diet&lt;/u&gt; nalang ako sa pasukan. Kaya ko yun. Haha! Hindi na nga pala ako &lt;i&gt;nakapag-anime marathon&lt;/i&gt;. Pati nga &lt;s&gt;manga-marathon&lt;/s&gt; nakalimutan ko na. Busy kasi sa &lt;b&gt;blog&lt;/b&gt; ko. Naku. Ano ba yan. Iba na sinasabi ko eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil last day na nga ng sembreak namin, (&lt;i&gt;biglang ganun no?&lt;/i&gt; xD) Eto na siguro ang last post ko. (&lt;i&gt;yun lang pala&lt;/i&gt;) Baka matagalan bago ako magpost ulet. Haha! susunod, &lt;strong&gt;English na talaga&lt;/strong&gt; gagamitin kong language. Sige. &lt;u&gt;Salamat ulet sa pagbabasa nito.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“naaalala mo lang naman ang mga kaibigan mo kapag malungkot ka..&lt;br /&gt;Dahil kapag masaya ka...&lt;br /&gt;Kasama mo sila…”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-5142340489649105557?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/5142340489649105557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=5142340489649105557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/5142340489649105557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/5142340489649105557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-day-ng-sembreak.html' title='Last Day ng Sembreak'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-915641988731098461</id><published>2008-11-08T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:38:44.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiesta na bukas</title><content type='html'>Tagalog noh? Inaayos ko pa kasi yung layout nung &lt;u&gt;Tagalog kong Blog&lt;/u&gt;. Kaya habang hindi pa ayos, dito muna ako. haha! Hayaan mo na! aken naman to eh. &lt;strong&gt;Simulan na!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon, fiesta na nga samen bukas. Actually, may karakol na nga mamaya eh. Napakasarap ng &lt;b&gt;ube&lt;/b&gt; na niluto namin kahapon. Tapos na rin iluto yung &lt;i&gt;embutido&lt;/i&gt; na talaga namang peyborit ko. At syempre marami pang ibang putahe na lulutuin. Nagperya nga pala kami kagabe ng mga pinsan ko. Sumama lang ako. Pero hindi ako sumakay sa mga &lt;b&gt;korning rides&lt;/b&gt;. Ang korni kase. Para saken. Kaya nga ako pumunta dun eh, para &lt;i&gt;laitin yung perya&lt;/i&gt;. Wahaha! Tapos ngayon, kaarawan naman ng kaibigan kong si &lt;i&gt;Bing&lt;/i&gt;. (umoo nalang kayo. Hindi ko kasi mahanap yung friendster nya kaya hindi ko sya mapapakilala sa inyo) &lt;b&gt;Magsswimming&lt;/b&gt; daw kame. Tamang-tama! &lt;strong&gt;Wala akong pera!&lt;/strong&gt; Ang saya diba! Pano ba naman, sa &lt;b&gt;Postema&lt;/b&gt; pa kami magsswimming tapos 2pm aalis? Edi ginabe kame? Ang sama ko! haha! Pero sa totoo lang, wala namang problema yung pera. Baka lang hindi ako payagan. Fiesta na nga bukas eh. kaylangan ng &lt;s&gt;magandang katulong&lt;/s&gt; dito. Susyaaaaaal! &lt;strong&gt;Katulong na maganda? &lt;/strong&gt; Naging maganda ka pa! Haha! &lt;u&gt;Just Kidding&lt;/u&gt;. Kaya ayon. Medyo naguguluhan pa ako kasi &lt;i&gt;matatapos na ang sembreak namen&lt;/i&gt; tapos hindi ko pa lulubusin ang mga oras kasama ang kompyuter ko? &lt;s&gt;*lupeeet!*&lt;/s&gt; mas mahalaga pa kompyuter kaysa kaibigan diba?! haha! hindi naman ako ganon. Kapag tinoyo lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun na nga! Matatapos na ang sembreak. Hindi ko na napost yung ibblog ko na tungkol sa camping namen. ngayon, nagdadalawang isip na ako kasi masyadong mahaba yun. &lt;s&gt;Tatamarin lang kayong basahin&lt;/s&gt;. Kahit ako’y tinatamad na ring basahin yon. Kaya ang sagot ko’y hindi ko nay un ipopost. Haha! &lt;strong&gt;Nuknukan talaga ng katamaran eh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oh pano? Marami pa akong gagawin. Salamat sa pagbabasa ng tagalog kong post ha? Ciao!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-915641988731098461?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/915641988731098461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=915641988731098461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/915641988731098461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/915641988731098461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/11/fiesta-na-bukas.html' title='Fiesta na bukas'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-4444418155576774948</id><published>2008-11-07T11:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:54:19.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moshi-Kei</title><content type='html'>Hi there! Found an interesting game. It’s the &lt;b&gt;MoshiMonsters&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SRO0XjMnsAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Oq129rxY-Mo/s1600-h/moshikei.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SRO0XjMnsAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Oq129rxY-Mo/s320/moshikei.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265750706004406274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s my monster &lt;u&gt;Kei&lt;/u&gt;. If you want to have one, just click that ‘&lt;strong&gt;Not a member? Adopt NOW!&lt;/strong&gt;’.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;i think it's a bit tiny, right? just click it so enlarge it..&lt;/i&gt;) You can help me earn &lt;s&gt;ROX&lt;/s&gt; if you do it. Please. xD I’m just a &lt;s&gt;new member&lt;/s&gt; so I don’t know some mechanics of the game. But I’m starting to learn it. I swear, it’s a &lt;u&gt;boredom-saver-game&lt;/u&gt;. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested? &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.moshimonsters.com/monsters/kateriina"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;humihingi ng tulong, kateriina&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-4444418155576774948?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/4444418155576774948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=4444418155576774948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/4444418155576774948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/4444418155576774948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/11/moshi-kei.html' title='Moshi-Kei'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SRO0XjMnsAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Oq129rxY-Mo/s72-c/moshikei.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-7951623999492060775</id><published>2008-11-04T09:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:56:41.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few hours remaining, I’m gonna leave.</title><content type='html'>Oh no! Time is running up. I have to leave my computer. huhu. (Obviously computer addict xD)  Well, this is my only &lt;u&gt;boredom-saver&lt;/u&gt;. (and my &lt;i&gt;ipod&lt;/i&gt;, up-korz!)&lt;br /&gt;Hey! There is something getting on my way. My &lt;b&gt;PIMPLE&lt;/b&gt;! It’s a &lt;u&gt;super-duper-mega-huge one!&lt;/u&gt; T.T No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhu.. But I need to accept the fact. But it is still…&lt;br /&gt;Grrr!! Annoying me!! &lt;strong&gt;curse you all the pimples and all the bacteria that creates pimple!&lt;/strong&gt; Arg! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;This is giving me more confusion if we will really enjoy our camping. Hey! It’s cloudy outside. Will it rain? Owww! This is really puzzling me. Do I really have to go??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna leave…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna leave…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna leave…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna leave…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna leave…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna leave…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna leave…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna leave…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna leave…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna leave…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna leave…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna leave…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-at the end, still confused.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-7951623999492060775?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/7951623999492060775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=7951623999492060775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7951623999492060775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/7951623999492060775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-hours-remaining-im-gonna-leave.html' title='Few hours remaining, I’m gonna leave.'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-1525349645693988761</id><published>2008-11-03T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:58:31.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My effin brother</title><content type='html'>Waa! My kuya is a &lt;strong&gt;supah-dupah-stupid-spoiler!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s already watching the &lt;i&gt;82nd episode&lt;/i&gt; of &lt;b&gt;Naruto Shippuuden&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;latest episode&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was still at the &lt;i&gt;60th+&lt;/i&gt;. (I think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t watch Naruto because of my hectic schedule. Arg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to set a date when I can spend a whole day &lt;b&gt;anime marathon&lt;/b&gt;. Grr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-1525349645693988761?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/1525349645693988761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=1525349645693988761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1525349645693988761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/1525349645693988761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-effin-brother.html' title='My effin brother'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-5029225594589980722</id><published>2008-11-03T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:07:53.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before the camping</title><content type='html'>*sigh* It was raining for the whole day. We will have our meeting for our C.A.T. Camping tomorrow. I wish it’ll turn out well. And I wish that it’ll not rain tomorrow because I have to sacrifice a night without my computer so everything’s got to perfect. I need to make our yell, a creative one but still funny. We should earn different prices. Yes, prices. Even though this is part of our C.A.T., I know that this camping is fun. I’ve experienced it last year, (but it wasn’t overnight) Arg! I really wish that it won’t rain tomorrow! *cross fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565909101596323295-5029225594589980722?l=crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/feeds/5029225594589980722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565909101596323295&amp;postID=5029225594589980722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/5029225594589980722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565909101596323295/posts/default/5029225594589980722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazy-kateriina.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-before-camping.html' title='The day before the camping'/><author><name>kateriina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__11V36EZiRg/SY5Fpy3kaWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5uFgzZ9sR74/S220/DSC06287+copy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565909101596323295.post-6832561476220928421</id><published>2008-11-01T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:26:38.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Well, November doesn’t just mean Halloween for me. Because my November will be busy and this is my most awaited month, the showing of Twilight. I’ve been waiting so long for Edward. Then, there would be lots of my friends that will celebrate their birthday this month. Ha-ha! I am so excited to take pictures. Uhm, speaking of my camera, this is the third day living without it. Huhu. Well that’s fine. Forget it. ha-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is, quite boring. Well, kinda. At the morning, when I woke up, it’s kinda dark outside. I thought I was just past 6, but actually it’s almost quarter to 8. Not too surprise because it is normal when it’s raining. But what I am thinking is, hello? It’s Halloween and it’s raining again? The whole place will be slippery or muddy. Or maybe, I just am worried about my white slippers? Hakhak! This year, the family members are more incomplete. Well, we are always not complete. But I think this year is different. So we went to the other cemetery where the rest of our relatives stay. When we don’t have anything to do, we started to kid around with the people passing by. And we saw a weird one; he has an average height, wearing an orange t-shirt with a zombie-make up on his face. He is walking slowly like he is a real zombie. We are trying to prevent our laughter but we really can’t. My friend said, “oy, baka totoo na yan ha”. But I think he’s not. Ha-ha! Because everytime I see or feel something creepy, I will have those freaking goosebumps all over my freakin body! Ha-ha! So I know that he is not a ghost or something. (I wish! *cross fingers*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this day will be a normal day again. I’ll just spend the whole day with my computer, as usual. But thinking about our camping at 4 &amp; 5, we were not yet prepared. Aaaah! I can’t contact my teammates. I still don’t know what to assign them to bring. Then my cellphone is having a problem again. Arg! I really don’t know what to do. But think about it, I am just one of the normal members; I am neither the leader nor the secretary. My effin classmate made me do this. I am the one who will bring the stove, the art materials and the one who will draw our flag. I also have to bring my personal things. Ampf! This is a big burden! I wish I didn’t join this camping. But there’s no turning back dude. I can do this! Aja! 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