<?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-4064818299910323293</id><updated>2011-07-08T15:34:56.641+08:00</updated><category term='dramas'/><category term='family matters'/><category term='New Moon'/><category term='lists'/><category term='NAIR'/><category term='reading sickness'/><category term='rants'/><category term='papa&apos;s birthday'/><category term='25 random things'/><category term='school'/><category term='tumblr'/><category term='CHAIR'/><category term='plain sadness'/><category term='MOA'/><category term='Blair Waldorf'/><category term='first post'/><category term='Chuck Bass'/><category term='Davic Archuleta'/><category term='corny moments'/><category term='emo'/><category term='eight things'/><category term='gossip girl.'/><category term='concert'/><category term='blah blahs'/><category term='confused'/><category term='weird'/><category term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><category term='Iglesia Ni Cristo'/><category term='love'/><category term='Ka EraÑo Manalo'/><category term='David Cook'/><title type='text'>.inside my head.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-3282343273972231907</id><published>2010-02-28T11:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:30:43.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><title type='text'>Tumblr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey guys! I know I am not updating lately here in my Blogger account. I've been pretty busy with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (along with schoolworks, of course LOL). But right now, I've been so into Tumblr cos it's very much addicting! So, will you do me a favor and follow me in there? I will definitely follow you back! Sounds desperate but hey, I'm begging LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ehverbear.tumblr.com/"&gt;MY Tumblr account. CLICK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-3282343273972231907?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3282343273972231907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=3282343273972231907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/3282343273972231907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/3282343273972231907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2010/02/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-6167949041634004241</id><published>2010-02-05T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T17:02:37.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>POOHTENGEENUH</title><content type='html'>I need tranquility. I need it badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for me sure sucks like hell right now. I hate school. I hate Algebra - THE MOST DAMNED SUBJECT IN MY LIFE. T.T I hate everyone at our school. I hate our professors. I hate her. I hate everything that's happening right now! Why can't it just be peaceful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly missed high school. Life was way cooler that time. No inconsiderate professors. No shithead classmates. No stupid hard projects and researches. :( Gaaahhh I wanna go to high school again. College is not fun the way I expected it. I am sorry if I'm childish like this but I just need to rant right now. I need a break. I want to go somewhere wherein I can relax and just chill. I'm sure everyone in my situation would like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want to burst into tears right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-6167949041634004241?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6167949041634004241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=6167949041634004241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/6167949041634004241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/6167949041634004241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2010/02/poohtengeenuh.html' title='POOHTENGEENUH'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-7353849107276581866</id><published>2010-01-11T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:15:30.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Si Manny Villar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_content"&gt;                                                                         &lt;div class="post_title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAKALIGO KA NA BA SA DAGAT NG BASURA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                       &lt;p&gt;Heck! Even my 4-year-old cousin sings this! Ano bang meron sa t*nginang jingle na yan, pati ako di ko maiwasan ma-LSS. Ikaw ba naman marinig mo ng countless times sa kahit saang TV station. Nampoocha Villar mamatay na gumawa ng jingle na yan. O_O Eh kung ginagastos na lang niya sa bayan yung P200,000+ na bayad niya sa TV stations for that friggin’ jingle? Dami pa sanang nabusog na “mahihirap”, na sinasabi niyang matatapos ang kahirapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Amp ka-BV.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kay Erap na lang ako! GO GO GO ERAP! *raises the middle finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Heehee :)&lt;/p&gt;                                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-7353849107276581866?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7353849107276581866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=7353849107276581866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/7353849107276581866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/7353849107276581866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2010/01/si-manny-villar.html' title='Si Manny Villar...'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-3385386428990560477</id><published>2010-01-07T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:41:38.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>ANOBANAMANYAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna fail. No. I don't want to. God, please have mercy on me. Let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;LET IT BE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Totally unrelated:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Someone sent her sipon virus to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Itago na lang natin sa namesung na "Mama".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-3385386428990560477?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3385386428990560477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=3385386428990560477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/3385386428990560477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/3385386428990560477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2010/01/anobanamanyan.html' title='ANOBANAMANYAN'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-1740886184367978673</id><published>2010-01-01T18:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:17:07.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family matters'/><title type='text'>Hello 2010!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so before anything else, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt; guys!!! New Years always give me mixed emotions. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;, because I cannot help but reminisce what happened in the previous year. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;, because I made it through this year! Still breathing, still alive and witnessing all the shits in this world. That's enough to make me happy and thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this post would be pretty filled with pictures. Let's start with this one (which I'm NOT very proud of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/Sz3goaJryeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wFvIv0JxWpA/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/Sz3goaJryeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wFvIv0JxWpA/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421736511243274722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture at the left side was taken on a New Year 12 years ago (if I'm not mistaken). That's me, Mama and Ate. And that one in the right side was taken last night. Yes, you're right. That's the "before and after". You see, that "before" photo kind of creeps me out. Seriously, floral shorts?!?!? But you've got to understand that I'm just 4 years old at that time so I don't give a damn about what clothes I wear - even if they look like total shitheads. Mama did not changed that much, except that she's fatter now. Hahahaha she would freak out if she read this! LOL. My sister is still grinny as ever. And I evolved from being a kid "I-don't-smile-at-pictures" to a teenager with a weird open-mouthed pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/Sz3i-83kR6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/X4WbS9W6v7o/s1600-h/IMG1426A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/Sz3i-83kR6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/X4WbS9W6v7o/s320/IMG1426A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421739097542903714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me with Jenthry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to post this one! I usually dislike kids and babies, honestly. What with their annoying screams and cries at night, their brattiness and their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kakulitan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;But this cuddly and cute baby is just so irresistible! He's not like those other babies because he does not cry often. He's very quiet. He is always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa-cute&lt;/span&gt;. And he likes to touch your face every time you come near him. Adorable!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truth about that photo:&lt;/span&gt; I want to hug and crush him like a python but his mother was there carrying him so I just settled in touching his arm. Heehee :'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/Sz3lE8H_rkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NncBXh0TNpM/s1600-h/PICT0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/Sz3lE8H_rkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NncBXh0TNpM/s320/PICT0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421741399445843522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me with my family and some of my relatives at Tagaytay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Tagaytay this morning (at People's Park). Lots of camwhoring and laughtrips! I wish I live in Tagaytay. I love the weather in there, just the right amount of sun and coolness. With minimal pollution. And I don't need to travel for hours just to experience Starbucks' goodness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I made some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Year's Resolution&lt;/span&gt;. I really don't think I can do them at all. But hey, I'll try! Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minimize cussing/cursing. &lt;/span&gt;This has been my NY's Resolution for years and I still have no luck regarding this matter. :'( It's VERY hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Get rid of my stupid insecurities.&lt;/span&gt; I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Try to be friendly.&lt;/span&gt; This has the same level with Number One. I guess it's really hard for an unfriendly and snob-looking girl to accomplish this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Minimize my internet time.&lt;/span&gt; Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Comb my hair often. Do sit-ups. &lt;/span&gt;Possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Are those New Year Resolutions normal for a 16-year old?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But there isn't much to expect. I won't put "Stop Littering" or "Stop lying to my parents" in there because that's pathetic.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Again, Happy New Year&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you guys!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let's enjoy this year and continue our shitheadedness.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-1740886184367978673?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1740886184367978673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=1740886184367978673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/1740886184367978673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/1740886184367978673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html' title='Hello 2010!'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/Sz3goaJryeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wFvIv0JxWpA/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-1648089566901494150</id><published>2009-12-17T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:20:58.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>I get so weak.</title><content type='html'>I totally know what my weaknesses are! (in terms of writing, I mean) &lt;strong&gt;Titles &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Endings.&lt;/strong&gt; Well, for most of you people, beginnings are most likely to be hard whenever you're writing an essay or a blog post, more likely. I don't know. These has been my problem since I was a kid and it's just recently when I discovered these weaknesses. I'm always thinking of a creative title or ending and always, it ends up as something shallow or not too attractive. Hell. So maybe I should practice this more often. Oh and by the way...&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt;three days before my Prelim exam and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; fourteen days before New Year.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: &lt;/strong&gt;Christmas is not that relevant to me since we don't celebrate that in our religion. :)&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;WHERE DID ALL THOSE FREAKING MONTHS GO?!?!?&lt;/strong&gt; :O I CANNOT believe it has been 11months and 17 days! I mean, has it really been that long? 2009 flew by so fast that I can't even remember what significant things happened in each month. And now it's New Year. Another New Year &lt;strong&gt;with Papa not around.&lt;/strong&gt; :( Hey, don't misinterpret this! He's just in California, okay? :)&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have a problem... NO, war I mean.. with College Algebra right now. You are all free to laugh at me you freakin' Math geniuses. I know I suck at Math and I'm not afraid to say that because hey, we're humans. And we all have weaknesses. Referring to the topic, yes I do find College Algebra difficult. And I loathe it. Why does it have to be that way? Do I think differently from the others? Maybe when God showered Math-empowered-genes I was at home taking a bath and when I got out, they are all gone. WTF. This is why I took up a non-Math course and it turns out I can't escape hell after all. It's always right behind me, waiting for a chance to envelope me in its full darkness and bring me to the inner depths of hell.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I sound stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-1648089566901494150?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1648089566901494150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=1648089566901494150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/1648089566901494150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/1648089566901494150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-get-so-weak.html' title='I get so weak.'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-2290541508698545257</id><published>2009-12-12T14:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:38:26.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>When I was 11 years old, I...</title><content type='html'>• was thinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• was shorter (I still am but yeah you get the gist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• don't cuss. Even the &lt;em&gt;gago&lt;/em&gt; word meant going to hell for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• loved cheesy and sentimental songs, even the Tagalog ones. Hello, Cueshe! Fuck you. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• don't give a damn about fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• considered tHiSz kiNd oF tyPiNG as something cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• hoped I would get good at Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• considered Friendster as the most coolest thing that has ever happened on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• played Audition and RAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• looked at makeup and say, "Eeww I will never use that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• draw lots of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• swore to myself I won't get a bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• can live without a cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• read Tagalog pocketbooks. (Fuck you, self.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• enjoyed watching Eat Bulaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• refused to admit to myself that I'm near-sighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• cut out celebrities' photos from newspapers and magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• wrote a lot of unfinished stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• used red and black/blue ballpen in my notebooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• have Pink as my favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• don't find shopping enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• don't have an idea how having a crush works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• watched Dora The Explorer (and enjoyed it.) What the Hell, Ehver?! &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in this list changed now. Oh boy, has it really been 4 years? I can't imagine myself doing these stuffs now! Maybe after another 5 years I would make a list like this one again and see how much I've changed. Hahaha! :))&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes a worthless post again. &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;You are the &lt;em&gt;Thunder &lt;/em&gt;and Iam the &lt;em&gt;Lightning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I love the way you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything comes&lt;em&gt; Naturally."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-2290541508698545257?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2290541508698545257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=2290541508698545257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/2290541508698545257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/2290541508698545257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-i-was-11-years-old-i.html' title='When I was 11 years old, I...'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-8988093318768181071</id><published>2009-11-25T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:50:27.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Goodbye to you my trusted friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;              &lt;/strong&gt;I don't know if I should call this day as Doomsday. I mean, I should be happy right? But I can't really feel it. Our separation gave me mixed feelings - sadness and happiness. I've been with her for three years. I've been a witness to her mood-swings. I'm the only one who comforts her everytime she's down, and I'm always there to rejoice with her whenever she's happy. During the first year of us being together, I saw her holding me while she's wishing for her crush to text her. And I was there, praying with her. It was the happiest moment of my life. At last, I felt how being a friend means. During those times, I felt like I was her bestfriend. But that was before... &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I've been usually unhappy. Being kept in a storage cabinet is a big deal, you see. I loathed the four-cornered box I was kept in. I want to breathe. I'm sick of my life back then. Until a wide-eyed girl with eyeglasses gave me what I want. Freedom, at last.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I first saw her with tears in her eyes. Apparently, the reason was her mother kept insisting to buy a cellphone somewhere else. And the wide-eyed kid wants me. How touching, right? I've seen those teary eyes turn bright when she touched me - for the first time. I don't know if she had seen me smile, but I definitely did. I'm grateful to her because she took my loneliness away.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              We shared a lot of happy and sad moments since then. She took a lot of pictures using me. Aaahhh you'll never know how it feels to have your owner smile back at you! She didn't let me look like a trash of course. She bought lots of cellphone holders for me. At that time, I felt like I was the most important thing in her life because she's always looking for me everytime she wakes up, or comes home. She never lets go of me everytime we're together. My first few years with her are very memorable. I'm always happy. Until it changed. &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I don't know how it all started. One day I woke up and realized she doesn't love me as much as she did before. She started noticing other cellphones - and boy! she wants them. I kept hearing her talking with her sister how she wants a better phone. Those who have 3megapixel cameras and 2GB memory. Of course I don't have features like that. And it hurt me. &lt;strong&gt;I want to be the best for her.&lt;/strong&gt; But she already thinks I'm one of those "losers". She doesn't want me anymore. She doesn't take care of me. She removed the little trinkets she put on me. She started leaving me anywhere. And she let me fall on the floor for so many times. I can feel my body filling up with scratches and dents. And because of that, she hated me even more. Doesn't she know she's the reason why I'm not perfect anymore? Damn that bitch. Not only that, she left me with that stupid charger for hours. Doesn't she know it's bad for my battery?&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Time came when my battery gave up on her. It looked like it was bloated. And lasted for only a few minutes. She grew angry at me. She throws me everytime she feels frustrated because she's texting someone and I suddenly went dead. I cry even more. What happened to the wide-eyed girl who looked at me with adoration in her eyes? Where was she? Why did she left me with this monster who slowly kills me? Turns out I can't get her back anymore. This monster wants me out of her life. And so she bought another cellphone - the kind she's wishing for so long. I heard her talking to her Mom to find someone who's willing to buy me. &lt;strong&gt;This was the saddest moment of my life&lt;/strong&gt;. I feel betrayed by a bestfriend. &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             And so I'm here. With my new owner. I don't want to look at her eyes. It's not the same wide-eyed ones with eyeglasses. &lt;strong&gt;I miss Ehver.&lt;/strong&gt; You'd think I'm stupid because I still miss her even after those things she did to me. Yes, I'm stupid. I'm still wishing for her to come back and get me. I miss those times when we were still together. Does she miss me too? I wish she does. After all, I'm her first cellphone, right? And I do believe&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first love never dies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nokia 6020&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-8988093318768181071?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8988093318768181071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=8988093318768181071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/8988093318768181071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/8988093318768181071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-to-you-my-trusted-friend.html' title='Goodbye to you my trusted friend'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-138282705795298068</id><published>2009-11-01T18:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:10:12.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa&apos;s birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family matters'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Man in my life turns a year older. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wanna know why Papa is the greatest man for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He's the one who encourages me to draw. He has become my inspiration to sketch a lot of pictures when I was a kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can totally depend on him when it comes to school projects. Believe me, he has a lot of creativity when it comes to crafts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He's great at cooking! :) Even his &lt;em&gt;sinangag &lt;/em&gt;and egg tastes so good for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He knows how to do household chores. He is very far from being &lt;em&gt;tamad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- I always find it touching when he calls me &lt;strong&gt;"bunso".&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe it's the way he says it - in a very &lt;em&gt;malambing &lt;/em&gt;way&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; said any bad things to me. Nor did he ever scolded or spanked me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- I love watching cartoons, so was he. It was very cool being around him while watching cartoons because he will laugh with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He still kisses us goodbye whenever he's leaving for work. I don't think I will ever outgrow that. Hehe. But of course we never had the chance to do it now because he's in America. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He never forgets to go online every single day. He told us he won't be able to sleep if he did not talked to us. Aww. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He worries a LOT about our safety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He is somewhat strict - in a very sweet way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He is always reminding me to take/apply my medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He carries me whenever I fall asleep at wrong places (sofas and vehicles). Hehe. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He sings &lt;strong&gt;Green Green Grass of Home&lt;/strong&gt; to me when I was a kid for me to sleep. It's his favorite song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He is a very patient guy. He's too willing to go around the mall just to accompany us in shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- After the loooooong time we (Me, Mama &amp;amp; Ate) spend at choosing clothes, he still finds a way to compliment whatever we bought, and carry it for us. Sweet. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He loves animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He knows a lot of trivias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He won't say no if you ask him &lt;em&gt;na subuan ka.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He always texts or checks on me whenever I'm out. And I'm telling you, his messages are the most caring ones! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He does not argue with Mama. But that doesn't mean he's not the decision-maker in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He will do anything to make us happy and to fulfill our needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He is the gentlest and most caring guy I ever met. He is the first man I ever loved, and he will forever be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399102659119867506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/Su13Q0a05nI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZATOgAUvhYw/s320/ehverpapa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday, Papa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt; you so much! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. &lt;/strong&gt;Sorry for the not-so-great picture above. We haven't got any cute webcam pictures together. Hehe. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-138282705795298068?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/138282705795298068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=138282705795298068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/138282705795298068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/138282705795298068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/11/greatest-man-in-my-life-turns-year.html' title='The Greatest Man in my life turns a year older. :)'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/Su13Q0a05nI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZATOgAUvhYw/s72-c/ehverpapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-7083640982854176316</id><published>2009-10-23T16:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:31:48.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>And a Miley song was on. So I put my hands up.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post therefore I'm back with a &lt;strong&gt;vengeance&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha kiddin'. &lt;strong&gt;Sembreak &lt;/strong&gt;just started and I've finally got nothing to do. Basically, I'm bored. I'm fucking bored. I seriously have a love-hate relationship with sembreaks. Sembreak means no allowance, the inevitable fact that I have to stay at home and bear NOT going out (except for church). And of course not meeting with my friends. Ugh. This is so not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my sister and I had this dramatic talk last night. Well, I called it dramatic talk since she cried and I got teary-eyed. I won't mention why it all happened but it's some sort of parent-child matters. I &lt;strong&gt;hate &lt;/strong&gt;talking about my problems because I always end up crying. Stupid emotions. I actually cried a few weeks ago while I was talking to my friend and it made me feel so.... weak and stupid and girly. I instantly regretted it because I hate the feeling of being consoled, of being pitied upon. Actually, I prefer keeping my problems to myself than sharing it to others. I just thought, what can they do about it? They will just listen to you but in the end it' ll just be ME with my problems. I know, I'm strange. I guess I'm a loner. That's what our Psychology analysis quiz told about me. I'm not emo or something but I just prefer being alone than being with someone and feel very obligated to talk to her/him. Unless she is someone I really wanted to talk to. I think I might survive with only &lt;strong&gt;Untalkative Bunny &lt;/strong&gt;by my side. Hahaha. Or &lt;strong&gt;Ferb&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have another ear piercing. That is so cool. Uncool because my parents wouldn't allow me to have it. But who cares?! I'm gonna get it. After all, what can they do if it's on my ear already? Evil laugh. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to get a rebond. Honestly, my hair looked like some haybale in &lt;strong&gt;Farmville&lt;/strong&gt; and I'm not very fond of it coz it just sucks. I want to have an easy-to-manage hair coz I'm too lazy to comb it from time to time. A rebonded hair would be so easy to deal with. And saves my time at the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit this but Miley Cyrus is getting sexier and hotter and sluttier as time goes by. Proof? &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M11SvDtPBhA"&gt;Miley Cyrus - Party In The USA Music Video&lt;/a&gt; I still can't get her racy photos out of my head. Sorry. Those photos are still stored here in my computer. Again, sorry. But it's really funny looking at her trying hard to look hot. Hahaha. Sorry. At least now she's really hot. I can't believe she's just one year older than me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"There's a 104 days of Summer Vacation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And school comes along just to end it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So the annual problem for our generation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is finding a good way to spend it&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will just go watch Phineas and Ferb. I miss Dr. Doofenschmirtz and Perry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-7083640982854176316?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7083640982854176316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=7083640982854176316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/7083640982854176316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/7083640982854176316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-miley-song-was-on-so-i-put-my-hands.html' title='And a Miley song was on. So I put my hands up.'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-3761555396142475135</id><published>2009-09-19T23:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:48:26.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Your Grace. My Lord.</title><content type='html'>Something about me favors novels that depicts 19th century era. I don't know. There's a freakishly enticing stuff about that particular era that brings me to an entire hype of imagining the ladies being too proper and lady-like. The gentlemen being so commanding and powerful. The balls and parties everyone seems to attend to. The elegant clothes they wore. Everything seems so formal and magical. It's like transcending to a fairy-tale world where Dukes and Duchesses and Lords and Princesses (and arrange marriages, as well) existed. Which is probably the reason why I loved - no, worshipped :P - &lt;em&gt;Judith McNaught&lt;/em&gt;'s novel, &lt;strong&gt;Whitney, My Love.&lt;/strong&gt; I SWEAR I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT! I cried. I laughed. I get giddy and &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt; even more than effin Twilight did. It's a must-read novel. The kind wherein you thought it's going to be alright and then a complication starts and the happy ending just goes Poof! and then you will realize you're wrong and it turns out to be a happy ending after all. There's a lot of twists and turns and there are actually a lot of parts that you will hate the main characters but I figured out it adds spice to the story. It kept me at the edge of my seat, wondering if Whitney and Clayton would end up together. There are times I wanted to throw the book because Whitney is so hard-headed and Clayton being so ill-tempered and misunderstanding but a book causing you that much emotion is indeed a good book, right? It's not like any other book that couples meet and they fall in love and everything just becomes so boring after that. This novel will make you watch two people become acquaintances, enemies, then friends and eventually lovers. Okay, I admit Iam a sucker for romance novels. But all in all, the book is really great. What with the handsome duke with the intense gray eyes and a certain power and force around him, but a madman when it comes to love. Oh My. Books are so unfair! Why do they have to make you envision a perfect man? Dammit. But really, I've finally decided I'm gonna buy Judith McNaught's every existing book (Hehe.). And since Whitney, My Love is something I borrowed from a friend, I'm gonna buy that one too! And repeat it all over again once I have my own copy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and Behold! (Hahahaha!) As I was watching MYX this evening and they suddenly showed &lt;strong&gt;Love Story &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Taylor Swift&lt;/em&gt; (for the hundredth time), it dawned on me that somehow this music video reminds me of those 19th century novels that I've read. Their clothes and the ball shown in the video made me think about it. And the way Justin Gaston looking like some sort of prince, even if I don't like him. Well, I actually do like him a bit when he broke up with Miley "Disney Princess" Cyrus. Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I close my eyes and the flashback starts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm standing there on the balcony of summer-air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See the lights See the party, the ball gowns.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-3761555396142475135?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3761555396142475135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=3761555396142475135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/3761555396142475135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/3761555396142475135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-grace-my-lord.html' title='Your Grace. My Lord.'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-8235653901405737233</id><published>2009-09-13T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:33:00.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Funny without even trying.</title><content type='html'>Me: Bakit kaya kailangan pa ng pusa?&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Wala lang.. Para may ngumiyaw don.&lt;br /&gt;(Our conversation that just happened a while ago. Pertaining to a movie entitled &lt;em&gt;Nasaan Ka Man.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not find this funny but I really really DO. Perhaps it's the way she said it - casual, uncaring, in a matter-of-fact tone. She's funny without even trying to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm finally sure that I got most of her genes. Hahahaha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-8235653901405737233?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8235653901405737233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=8235653901405737233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/8235653901405737233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/8235653901405737233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-without-even-trying.html' title='Funny without even trying.'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-4025915513238610847</id><published>2009-09-07T09:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:50:31.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ka EraÑo Manalo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iglesia Ni Cristo'/><title type='text'>We will miss you forever, Ka Erdie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SqRoq-Amr4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/AzmAeeZ45pE/s1600-h/kaerdie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378538942396542850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SqRoq-Amr4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/AzmAeeZ45pE/s320/kaerdie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eversince I was a child, it has been my dream to meet him, to hold his hand, to let him touch my head - I only see this scenarios through our Iglesia Ni Cristo television channel and through pictures at the Pasugo. I dreamed of attending church with him as the officiating minister. Never did it ever crossed my mind that I won't have a chance to fulfill these dreams anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Tuesday when we learned about his passing. I was very happy at school - laughing and talking to my friends and then I went home and received the sad news. &lt;strong&gt;It was a shock.&lt;/strong&gt; I can't speak. I just stared at the television - witnessing my numerous INC members crying. It was all too hard to accept. &lt;strong&gt;It felt like someone dear and close to me&lt;/strong&gt; passed away. The thought of him gone, the thought of not being able to see him again teaching the words of God at our churches - it is too hard. I was very determined to see him even for the last moment. And seeing him for the first time - and last - was overwhelming and sad at the same time. I did not realize I was crying, then. I just bowed my head and prayed to God to thank Him for giving Ka Erdie to us. I will be forever grateful to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventhough I did not had the chance of holding his hand, his memory and caring for us will forever be in my heart. I did not mind how long I waited in line just to see him. I did not mind how hungry I became on that particular day. All I can ever think about was just to see him. Whatever we went through when we visited him can never surpass the amount of how he cared for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Our church is not Ka EraÑo Manalo's church. It is God's church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will miss you forever Ka Erdie! Until we all meet again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-4025915513238610847?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4025915513238610847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=4025915513238610847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/4025915513238610847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/4025915513238610847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-will-miss-you-forever-ka-erdie.html' title='We will miss you forever, Ka Erdie.'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SqRoq-Amr4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/AzmAeeZ45pE/s72-c/kaerdie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-5078323799483212879</id><published>2009-08-11T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:03:27.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>It's over and done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Friends drift apart. It happens. No matter how hard you try to save the friendship, the few years you've been together will just vanish."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That quote is posted on my Twitter account. I personally made it because I just felt the need to say it. These past weeks, the sudden realization hit me - &lt;strong&gt;I LOST HER.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know why. I don't even know when it all started. One day it just occured to me that it's all gone. That everything has changed. That I can't turn back the time that we &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; be together. I never realized it's all slipping away under my hands with me not even realizing it. I thought,&lt;strong&gt; "She's still my bestfriend. We will forever be."&lt;/strong&gt; I never thought it will be as easy as that. Almost two years of separation - with the cellphone as the only means of communication - made the friendship vanish. What really hurt is I treated her as one of my &lt;strong&gt;bestfriends.&lt;/strong&gt; She treated me like that as well. I don't really open myself up to a lot of people. That's why I only have limited number of friends. And I'm sure that she's one of those people that really knew the "real" me. And yet, she's the one to go. Why do I have to receive Group Messages from her calling somebody as her "bestfriend"? Why does she have to call her stupid new BFF "best" in front of my eyes to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it just happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-5078323799483212879?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5078323799483212879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=5078323799483212879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/5078323799483212879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/5078323799483212879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-over-and-done.html' title='It&apos;s over and done.'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-8072267911898741162</id><published>2009-07-24T23:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:53:22.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Doll Domination.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/Smp6IA6_FvI/AAAAAAAAADw/J4VBsAKL49s/s1600-h/chucky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362232584442943218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/Smp6IA6_FvI/AAAAAAAAADw/J4VBsAKL49s/s320/chucky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dreamed about Chucky the Killer Doll last night. Which was really odd coming from a 16-year-old girl like me. There has never been anyone - or anything - &lt;strong&gt;that really got me scared and coward as a child as Chucky did.&lt;/strong&gt; That doll has this huge effect on me that I still carry on all throughout these years. And even up to now, when I dreamed or imagined Chucky I tremble and my heartbeat starts reacting violently. Even Google-ing that image made me sweat and tremble. Shit. I should have never done it. I swear these are all true. Im not afraid of monsters hiding at my room when I was a kid, Im afraid of Chucky going after me with his knife and demonic voice. And this stupid fear did not go away even after 10 years of growing up. It's still lurking at my imaginations. His demonic laughing voice, scarred face, torn clothes - these are enough to scare the hell out of me. I hated the sight of dolls (except Barbie, of course). You know, the one that talks and walks or you feed and took care upon. Those kind of dolls are my fears. I never touch those as a kid. Maybe some of you kept a doll and hug it to sleep until now. But that's not the case for me. I never hugged any dolls! I always imagined that they will come alive and chase me with their knives. *Goosebumps* Why, then? Dolls are supposed to be dolls that kids can play around with. Toys that will put a smile into every child's faces. Toys that will become their bestfriend or companion as they grow up. But &lt;em&gt;Child's Play&lt;/em&gt; did not portay that. Maybe as a kid, I got disappointed with my expectations. And thus started the early perception that dolls "are" killers and can &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; be trusted. I tried avoiding all sorts of thinking that will lead me to Chucky. And still, he's the main attraction of my dream last night. Unfortunately, I was all alone in the house when I woke up at 5am since my Mom and sister had to go to our church for something. I swear Im frozen to my bed. I cant think straight at all. I want to get up and watch TV just to take away all of my fears but to no avail - &lt;strong&gt;Im frozen with fear&lt;/strong&gt;. Yikes. Good thing my sister arrived 30 minutes after and that's when I finally loosen up and get a grip on my staggering breath. What a lame-ass creature Iam. Lame. Lame. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this day is totally cool! &lt;em&gt;*smiles*&lt;/em&gt; I enjoyed my 3hour Literature class because of...NEVERMIND. Hahahaha! Im sooo afraid that someone will read this &lt;em&gt;and mabubuko na ko.&lt;/em&gt; :)) Ayie. :)) What just really sucked was the guard at Robinsons. He wont let me in because Im a highschool student DAW and such students are not allowed to enter the mall until 5:30. What the hell?!? Im wearing a &lt;strong&gt;La Salle PE Uniform &lt;/strong&gt;this afternoon! That guy is either stupid or ignorant. I mean, do I look like a highschool-er? Sheesh. Nevertheless, he should have seen my uniform. Stupid asshole. But everything's alright cause I got it my way. I want to scream at that stupid retarded man but I reserved my composure. After all, it's not worth it for a stupid guy like him. HAHA! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is it real or just another &lt;strong&gt;CRUSH&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Song Syndrome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please COMMENT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-8072267911898741162?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8072267911898741162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=8072267911898741162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/8072267911898741162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/8072267911898741162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/07/doll-domination.html' title='Doll Domination.'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/Smp6IA6_FvI/AAAAAAAAADw/J4VBsAKL49s/s72-c/chucky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-9138975249032985438</id><published>2009-07-15T12:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:14:29.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>while the raindrops are pouring...</title><content type='html'>So my DLSU-D portal has been opened for hours now - waiting for one final click to download our Ecology PowerPoint lesson this past week - and I still can't do it. I'am too lazy to write it all down on my notebook, hence memorize the Biogeochemical Cycles and the Abiotic Components and all the blah-blahs you can find at Ecology. FML. It's our Prelim Exam this week and I can say that the first three exams are all easy, especially the Intensive English one. :) Im not boasting here but that's the truth. :) And to think English is one of my favorite subjects eversince I was in Grade School. HAHA! :) But I dont know if that's still gonna be the case on my Psychology and Ecology exam. (They both end with a "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;logy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" so maybe it's a coincidence?) It's just that there are so many terms to memorize especially on the latter. I just hope I will get a high grade. Hehe! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;change topic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the post title? Well, you get the gist. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's raining heavily&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/em&gt; What's up with the weather? I mean I was walking at DLSU this afternoon sweating and feeling totally sticky, and then I went home with dim surroundings topped off with heavy rain. I guess that's the meaning of climate change, huh? All in all, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I LOVE THE RAIN&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Maybe because I hate the feeling of 1.) My face feeling like a grease pan because that's what you get when the weather is hot, diba? 2.) Being soaked in sweat is all too "EW!" for me. 3.) And of course, my skin is not made for the sun. I get red spots when it's hot. Sometimes, I think Im not born to be in the Philippines. Oh well, whatever. :) I do believe rainy season is the most suitable for me. It gives me the reason to get all "dramatic" or "emo". Like, contemplating everything that matters to me. Or imagining things. Things that are supposed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all sounds too corny but Im proud to say, "I'AM CORNY!" Haha! :)) Like, I swoon over local loveteams here in the Philippines. I swear I get all giddy and kilig to some of them! CORNY. Imagine, a 16-year-old getting "kilig" with Sam and Toni, with Adik Sayo's cast pertaining to Jolina and Marvin.... WHAT THE HELL? Okay, so you are all free to laugh at me. I swear I laugh at myself at this stupid kilig moments. HAHAHAHA! :)) OMFG Im totally in a shameful mode right now. LOL. :)) &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nakakahiya pero&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;totoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Another LOL moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the trashy post. Sabog lang talaga ko! HAHAHA! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-9138975249032985438?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/9138975249032985438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=9138975249032985438' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/9138975249032985438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/9138975249032985438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/07/while-raindrops-are-pouring.html' title='while the raindrops are pouring...'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-3198485349773756413</id><published>2009-07-03T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:40:51.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perceptions DO change.</title><content type='html'>You know, I never really understand why I got so addicted to Twilight before. I mean, what is so great about it anyway? Yes, Stephenie Meyer has good vocabulary skills (that I even came up to a point to consult a dictionary because I can't understand a word). But when you read the book.. it's like, "Are there gonna be some serious plot here than Edward and Bella's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LUST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for each other?? Sure, some teenagers wish for that too. They wish for a certain vampire who lives for a hundred years, a vampire with a serious case of pedophilia, a vampire who sparkles like your art project... What is so great about him anyway? Is it his famous, cheesy, mushy lines that gets a lot of "OhmiGod! Hayyy!"? Or is it his uber-handsome face? I admit I once fell for Edward Cullen too. I dont want to be a hypocrite to say that I never really liked Twilight. I did. I really DID. It's just that there's this thing about me that doesn't appreciate things fully. I usually make use of my critical mind. And when I read the book again, I realized it's far from great at all. There are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GREATER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SENSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; books than this. Twilight just revolves around their love, or should I say, LUST, for each other. And it's so boring!!!! When I went over the lines that got me hooked up months ago, I thought instantly, "Did I really worshipped this book before???", "Did I really dreamed for my own Edward??" I was laughing at my month-old self. Im so SHALLOW. Im so romantic back then. Which is wrong, Im not the romantic type at all. And Bella.... Bella... Bella.. can I slap her to throw her out of her madly-in-love state of mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why does Bella suck?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- She'd rather die than part with Edward. That girl is not inlove with him. She's OBSESSED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She blames herself for all the strange things that is happening around her. FYI Bella, if you didn't transfer to Forks then you wont have to witness it all.&lt;br /&gt;- Her stupid and exaggerated reactions.&lt;br /&gt;- She's horny.&lt;br /&gt;- She used Jacob. What a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, Bella is the only character in Twilight that I really loathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight is not the type of book that will keep you at the edge of your seat. Well, to romantic people it might be that way. I dont know why am I convinced to read that book a few months ago. Maybe because it's the talk of the town that time. Everyone is saying it's great. Everyone is talking about Edward Cullen. But really, I dont think I like Twilight now than I liked it before. Everytime I see the whole saga at our bookshelf I can't help but think about all those times that I spent reading 300 pages of it when it's all about love and love and love. No sense at all. A poorly-written book, as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you disagree about this matter. But honestly, I dont really care at all. This is my opinion. You have yours, I got mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Ehver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-3198485349773756413?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3198485349773756413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=3198485349773756413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/3198485349773756413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/3198485349773756413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/07/perceptions-do-change.html' title='Perceptions DO change.'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-6529739284487485241</id><published>2009-06-29T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:16:55.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Heat and Aircon combined.</title><content type='html'>Im not feeling so well today. :( Well, what I mean is tonight. My body was in a very good condition this morning but things got a little bad when I went to school. This is all because of the stupid heat. Grrr! You know the feeling of being soaked in the Sun's heat for one hour and then went inside an airconditoned room? YEAH, it's refreshing but isn't it bad? I mean, all of your sweat will just be dried up by the aircon. And that's why Im not feeling so well. I have a headache mixed up with a sore throat that feels like hell even just swallowing water. Arrrgghhh! And my legs ache too. Probably because of the long walk from the Admin Building to JFH, which, I might add, is kinda FAR. Thanks to that stupid ID! Why does the Admin Building have to be so far??? I just hope the other Admin they're building (just beside JFH - our college) will finish soon. So that we wont have to walk the long-effing-way! PLEASE God, let this headache/sore throat/leg ache be gone tomorow. I might not be able to survive my 8am to 5pm class feeling like this. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;change topic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who thought Filipino class can get so FUN?? HAHAHA. Well, IT IS. :) Our Filipino prof is so bubbly and laughs along with out corny jokes, even telling us some funny stories. Too bad she's not our "real" professor. The real one is missing, probably sporting a disease called A(H1n1). HAHA, NO, im joking! :) I dont know where he is, and why the hell he's not appearing in our class for two weeks. Pa-importante ang Lolo mo! HAHA. At talagang pinapalitan pa ang schedule namin, ha?! Ang arte! Kaasar! By the way, our substitute professor told us she had Marian Rivera as her classmate during an Under-Grad class. Well, probably, some of you heard Marian studied at DLSU-D (which Im not proud of because, WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL?? It's just Marian Rivera, for Pete's sake! The girl that says "Tarantado!" on YouTube. UGH.) Siguro kung si Tom Cruise or Megan Fox pa yun baka sobrang proud ako! HAHAHA. Wait. STOP. Why the hell Im blogging about THAT girl??? Oh well, change topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching 24 Oras a while ago and there was this news about Michael Jackson and his family planning to do another autopsy. They're gonna examine the prescripted medicines being gave to him. Maybe because they're suspecting that his death might be intentional. OMG that's rude! Im not a fan of him. I dont even like him! What will all the scandals he made and his awfully white skin that really scares me off! But his music will forever live with us. He is a music icon - the King of Pop. And his sudden death at 50 really shocked me! He's too young to die! I mean, for a very wealthy man he is too young to die. You should all get the appropriate nutrients and vitamins because you have so much money to afford it all and then you'll die at 50? Oh well.. Reminds me of the phrase - "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can have all the money in the world but you can NEVER buy health." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So TRUE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should just go lie down and watch TV. Totoy Bato is currently being shown on GMA-7. Dont raise those eyebrows!!!! Im just too lazy to pick up the remote and find a worthy show to watch. I dont even know why Im here blogging about nonsense stuffs when I should be lying down. Or maybe I shoudl just do my Psychology homework? Man. Im just so damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Ehver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-6529739284487485241?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6529739284487485241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=6529739284487485241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/6529739284487485241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/6529739284487485241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/06/result-of-too-much-sunlight-and-aircon.html' title='Heat and Aircon combined.'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-7986883833008639628</id><published>2009-06-28T17:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:12:11.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Drama Queen much?</title><content type='html'>Let's start this blog entry with the effed up dream of mine, shall we? :) I had so many bad dreams - or should I say, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NIGHTMARES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - in my life. But this dream last night is the WORST of them all! I got pregnant - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN MY DREAM. &lt;/strong&gt;Like, OH MY FREAKIN GOD! I never fantasized in my entire life being pregnant! IT'S SO UNCOOL!! IT'S IMPOSSIBLE because Im not the type of girl who will get preggers at a very young age. Im sorry to those girls who already have children of their own, but I think that's stupid. It's like wasting your youth - sacrificing it all for a freakin one-night of unprotected "you know". Im NOT condemning them. I dont even know the reason why they even did IT. Someone told me teenagers do that because they're curious. Or they love their boyfriends/girlfriends so much that they think sex is the only way to prove that they really love each other. Im NOT Little Miss Perfect or whatsoever but hey, I think it's so freakishly &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wrong &lt;/em&gt;to have a baby at a very young age. &lt;/span&gt;And to dream about being pregnant..... OMFG! I literally want to scream at the top of my lungs when I woke up this morning!!! Yeah I get it, Iam so overreacting. But WTH, I swear to myself that it's the worst dream of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/change topic../&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I cant sleep last night I went back through my highschool memoirs inside my head. And it turns out every highschool year has its significant part on my life. :) Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FIRST YEAR HIGHSCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Aahh the HAPPIEST year of them all! HAHA! :) It was kinda sad in the beginning because I transferred schools, I left my Grade School friends at Marikina to transfer here in Cavite. And to think it was my first highschool year got me oh-so-sad at that point. But unexpectedly, this is where I met my very best friends! Nung una si Sarah lang yung friend ko. And then nadagdag na si Maricho, then Mayet. We even have those friendship names like everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M2ES 4EVER. :) &lt;/strong&gt;LOL. So corny noh. But that name suited us very well. Our names stand for each letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Maricho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(repeat M) - Mayet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Ehver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Espejo (my surname)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;V &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Verecio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Evalle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;R &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Recimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O diba? HAHAHA sobraaang meant to be! :) Ang saya-saya talaga ng year na to. This is where I learned to cut class (OMFG!) HAHAHA! FYI, I think I did it for 5 times? I dont even remember the reason why. Haha! But it's those times na hindi important yung lesson. Yun bang attendance lang ang kailangan. Hahaha. Again, I dont remember the reason why I cut class that time. Most of it kasama ko si Sarah - my partner-in-crime! Yung dalawa &lt;em&gt;angelic&lt;/em&gt; kaya laging hindi namin kasama. O diba I told you Im no Little Miss Perfect! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this year that I learned what the word "FRIEND" really meant. Sobrang vibes na vibes talaga yung ugali naming apat. Yun bang magkatinginan lang GETS na agad. Tapos tawanan na. Kahit walang words, tinginan lang, pero magkakatawanan na. We can spend hours and hours together and dont even get bored because we dont run out of things to talk with. We all have differences, of course. Pero go with the flow lang. :) That differences is the major reason why we enjoy each other's company. Opposites attract, as they say. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SECOND YEAR HIGHSCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Eto yung moment na na-feel ko na girl pala ko! HAHAHA! :) The phase where I experienced my first real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CRUSH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Akalain mo yun, akala ko lesbo ako! HAHA! I wont publish his name here, eventhough I know na he wont read this naman. Heehee. For respect ba. Kasi NOBODY knows this talaga. Never ko sinabi kahit kanino. Even my bestfriends, they dont know. But Im saying this now because what's the use of hiding it diba? Past is past. We should all move on. And besides, wala naman ng feelings. OHA showbiz answer mode! LOL. So yeah, "staring from afar" ang drama ko noon. Haha sobrang Maria Clara! What's even funny is he was my classmate back in Kindergarten. And I didn't even took notice! Haha. Oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THIRD YEAR HIGHSCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;First ever major heartbreak! HAHAHA. FYI, crush ulit to. Hindi ko naging boyfriend or whatsoever. Sobrang na-hurt lang kasi masyadong nag-expect. Haaay, that's why I hate expectations. You'll get disappointed lang in the end. HAHAHA sobrang landi mo Ehver! LOL. change topic.. Naging classmate ko ulit si Sarah this year. At ano pa nga bang ieexpect mo kundi KALOKOHAN! HAHAHA! And there was the cutting classes padin. IM A BAD STUDENT noh? HAHA. Mayet went home to her province at this time. :( All of the time si Sarah ang kasama ko, and our other friend, Jermaine. Nasa ibang section si Maricho e. :( Namaaan! Sobrang enjoy din ng year na to! Love is in the ayer! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FOURTH YEAR HIGHSCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;The joys of transferring schools! *insert sarcasm tone here*. Ayun nga, nag-transfer ako to another school. The reason why? Refer to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html" target="_blank"&gt;25 random things about myself &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ayan alam mo na? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung una syempre sad. I left all my friends at my previous school. I even think I cant be friends with the girls at my new school. Of course they've been together for four years! And Im a bagong salta. Turns out Im wrong pala. They are all fun to be with. And I learned a LOT from them! They are all very different creatures than my bestfriends. They have no similarity at all! So it's like a whole new world for me. :) Everything's so different. But nevertheless, this year spells out F-U-N! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what's in store for me in college. I barely knew the people from my class. I just hope that I will meet new friends, someone genuine and gets along well with me. :) So far, so great. (As it goes on the themesong of Sonny With A Chance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ehver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-7986883833008639628?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7986883833008639628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=7986883833008639628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/7986883833008639628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/7986883833008639628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/06/drama-queen-much.html' title='Drama Queen much?'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-5405488795673994018</id><published>2009-06-22T18:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:58:34.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>SCHOOL :)</title><content type='html'>Okaaaaay watsup guys?! :) I think this blog entry would be about school coz I really want to share with you my whole week of experience as a college student. To tell you honestly, it's great. What with all the freedom you got diba? No guards that wont allow you to leave school until dismissal time and of course, no corny teachers. College is like a new world, you know. Highschool is so.. highschool. I've met new friends. Not exactly friends. I think I would have to call them acquaintances muna. My classmates are so.. unbelievable. It's like they've known each other for a long time! Kidding around, the bickering, sharing laughs during the first day. It's like, WHOA! But as my professor said, you can expect it from Broadcast Journ. students. Mga walang-hiya. Hahahaha. Plus, we have NO MATH! YIIPPEEEE! When I asked some of my classmates if they like Math, they all answered NO. Haha. It's great meeting people who also dislike Math as I do. At last. I blend in! Hahahaha. My schedule is not hectic, btw. My sister told me to enjoy my first year coz it's not like that when I enter my 2nd year anymore. It will be much, much more difficult. But it's okay! :) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want to experience it naman eh. Parang gusto ko din syempre na ma-feel yung hectic na sked. Yung super daming ginagawa. Para I can feel naman na college student na talaga ko. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, 'til here. I have to do my homework in SocSci and I have to review pa for my Ecology exam tomorrow. :) XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-5405488795673994018?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5405488795673994018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=5405488795673994018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/5405488795673994018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/5405488795673994018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/06/school.html' title='SCHOOL :)'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-5458351851594147773</id><published>2009-06-03T15:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:34:26.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>the Official New Moon Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Okay, I know it's a little bit too late. Iam too lazy to blog about it and you'll probably watched this video but still.. Lemme blog it 'kay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;object height="250" width="412"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ9afRgToxE&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/SJ9afRgToxE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="412" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I noticed some of the scenes here in the trailer are not the same as it is on the book. For example that one with Bella, Laurent and Jacob on the meadow. The trailer shows them talking and suddenly Jacob runs into them just as about Laurent is going to attack Bella. And then he transformed into a werewolf in front of them! Oh my! Let's just say Im a little bit disappointed on that part. I've read the book for two times and it's not like it. The scene from the book also shows Bella and Laurent talking, And yeah, he's about to attack Bella, and Jacob appeared - as a werewolf. And he's not alone! He is with his werewolf pack. And they chased Laurent away. Of course that got me confused. Does that mean the "Bella's room" scene will not happen anymore? Im talking about the part where Jacob confessed to her what he really is - well, partially. Oh well whatever. I think I just have to wait for New Moon and witness the agitating parts of the book they've changed. But dont get me wrong. I still like the trailer though. Jacob or should I say Taylor Lautner is soooo effing hot! You know when I finished the whole Twilight saga I kinda liked Jacob more than Edward. It's because he's much more human. Not Edward who is so damn perfect to the point that I realized he's just a fantasy. And I hate fantasies. Fantasies that are not coming true. Well, he's a "reality" in the book. But it's a book - and anything can happen due to Stephenie Meyer's mind. But, i just like Jacob than Edward. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please comment guys! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-5458351851594147773?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5458351851594147773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=5458351851594147773' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/5458351851594147773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/5458351851594147773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/06/official-new-moon-trailer.html' title='the Official New Moon Trailer'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-4010600347031461507</id><published>2009-05-30T14:39:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:13:21.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realizations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Second post for today! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- I found my old History notebooks and I just realized how I love History so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- I found my old Math books and I just realized how MUCH I hated Math. Thank God it's not one of my subjects for my first year at college. *happy dance*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Im listening to Rascal Flatts and The Veronicas a while ago and I just realized how much I like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Im looking at some magazines yesterday and saw Anne Curtis, I just realized how much I dislike her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- I looked at my cellphone a while ago and found 30+ or 40+? msgs. The hell I care!. I just realized Im too tired to read them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- I went to bed yesternight and cant sleep, I just realized that Im NOT lucky - for some reasons that I cant tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There. Things that I realized these past few days. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I were to change one of my attitudes..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;It would be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;holding grudges&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Yes, I hold grudges. Im not the type of person who "forgives and forget". But, I forgive people who said mean things to me but it's just that I dont forget easily. I remember when I was in Grade Two, there are two girls who always bullied me. Not that they trip me or hide my things, it's not that. They are always making fun of me - laughing at my uniform, my hair, or whatsoever they find funny. We became classmates again in the next school year. They changed. And they tried making friends with me. But they failed. I ignored them for two years. You see, it's so hard for me to forget. Every mean word that you said to me, I wont forget it all. It'll just play back in my mind. I may not hurt or get back at you but it's just there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've gotta find a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just scratching for the ground for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Something to believe in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Something to believe in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-4010600347031461507?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4010600347031461507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=4010600347031461507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/4010600347031461507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/4010600347031461507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/05/realizations.html' title='realizations.'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-3263538904085803924</id><published>2009-05-30T14:01:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:11:54.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAIR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl.'/><title type='text'>3words, 8letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please please bear with my Chuck/Blair addiction! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 412px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="250" width="412"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WhaZ0GE4fiw&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/WhaZ0GE4fiw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="412" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the CHAIR fanvids that I've watched, this one is the best! I even favorited it on my YouTube account! I wish I could do something like it. The effects are amazing! Man! Can someone teach me how to do that? And FYI, the video maker used one of my favorite songs in the vid - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;23 by Jimmy Eat World!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Watch it guys! And BTW, I still haven't got to watch the season finale. I guess it's because I know Im gonna miss it a lot. Season 3 will air on August 31 - three months without Gossip Girl??!!? Ouch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-3263538904085803924?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3263538904085803924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=3263538904085803924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/3263538904085803924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/3263538904085803924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmm.html' title='3words, 8letters'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-8698466832506165257</id><published>2009-05-24T00:31:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:10:03.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Davic Archuleta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOA'/><title type='text'>The back to back DAVIDS concert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remember my previous post before wherein I posted something like, "I cant go to the Davids concert chuva?" Haha. This one might be contradicting it. LOL. Actually, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I DID WENT TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THEIR CONCERT&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;Yay! Unexpected. Sudden. Last minute. That's the perfect way to describe it. Kasi Im really expecting na hindi kami papayagan ni Papa, and Mama would do no help to convince him. Because she's not really the "concert enthusiast", she's not the one who would go to malltours, concerts, etc. to meet her favorite celebrities. She's not like that. She would choose siting in front of her computer - chatting with her highschool friends *rolleyes* - or she'll just go to the nearest salon to have a hair treatment or foot spa or whatever it is that she's doing there. So, yeah, ilang days kaming nag-convince ni Ate na payagan kami. But Papa said no, kasi nga wala daw kaming kasama. And he said it's too dangerous for us to go out to a concert with just the two of us. Yeah yeah. I lost all hopes. I said to myself, "Ok lang yan. Sila David Cook lang naman e." But deep inside Im hurting. *sob* LOL. Two days before the concert - repeat, TWO DAYS - all of a sudden, pumayag si Mama na samahan kami! GOSH! So ayun pumayag na din si Papa. Fast forward to the concert. I spent 3 effin hours waiting for them to arrive! But its all worth it when David Cook and Archie appeared right before my very eyes! Hahaha. They both have such good voice - even on live. Some singers are not like that, they become sintunado when it comes to singing live. But NOT Cookie and Archie, it's like hearing a recorded song! Man Im so impressed! Especially on David Cook, well, I guess its because i like his genre more than Archie's. I love rock songs (but not screamos). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339067162660819490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/ShgtS_5Z0iI/AAAAAAAAACI/xoRUihjTlWg/s320/1_247844256l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's David Archuleta. :) Man he's so cute! Haha. He sang A Little Too Not Over You, Crush, Barriers, Zero Gravity, my all-time favorite Your Eyes Dont Lie, Touch My Hand, etcetera. He's the first one to perform. He's drinking water everytime he finishes a song. :) So? Wala lang, I just want to share. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339066358680575362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/ShgskM1k3YI/AAAAAAAAACA/RK6jRjdWIho/s320/1_597885936l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And that's David Cook!! Aaah! Sobrang gwapo xhet! LOL. I dont care about the blaring speakers when he performed that night. Of course he is a rockstar, what can you expect? Haha. He sang Always be my Baby, Come Back to Me, Light On, Kiss on the Neck, Declaration, etcetera. So cute when he says, "Salamat pow!" Haha. So there, they sang together on the finale and hugged each other before leaving the stage. That is sooo cute! :) Hope they will come back here. By that time, my money is ready. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-8698466832506165257?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8698466832506165257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=8698466832506165257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/8698466832506165257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/8698466832506165257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-back-davids-concert.html' title='The back to back DAVIDS concert.'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/ShgtS_5Z0iI/AAAAAAAAACI/xoRUihjTlWg/s72-c/1_247844256l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-5518025749127117584</id><published>2009-05-22T16:22:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:34:12.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuck Bass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blair Waldorf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NAIR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAIR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl.'/><title type='text'>CHAIR or NAIR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you're Blair Waldorf who would you go for? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will you choose Nate? Nate, the charming guy but is full of conflicts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or Chuck - wealthy, handsome but dangerous? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take your pick. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This whole post is dedicated to my favorite couples on GG. :D I actually like some of the couples on the show but not Dan and Serena. *rolleyes* I dunno, I just dont like them since the beginning. My certain dislike for them shoot up a few degrees when they started going in the way of Rufus and Lily (on Season 1) - not that I really like the latter but come on! Their love for each other is so genuine even after 20 years of separation so I really like them to be together, and Serena and Dan keeps getting in the way. Like, DUH?!!! Go hook up with someone else S! That's your thing right? But I think all this rants are useless because everything's ok now. At least for now. We'll never know what will happen on Season 3. :) Okay. STOP. Back to CHAIR and NAIR. Im goin' gaga over &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;again. How can I not be? *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nate/Blair (NAIR&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338568023394335282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/ShZnVROtujI/AAAAAAAAABY/KWTZIbpcnyo/s320/224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, Nair shipper talaga ko! :) What is not likable about them anyway? They are filthy rich. Both are good-looking. And for an instance, I looked at them like they're gonna end up together. They have the perfect relationship - until Serena steps in and ruins the moment. BUT.. that was Season 1. A lot has changed since then. Nate hooked up with almost all of the girls and Blair fell for Chuck. So I did not actually expect them to be together again in this season's last few episodes. I dont really believe that Blair is inlove with him again. It looks like she's just making Chuck jealous. And si Nate? Well, I think he ran out of girls to hook up with. Haha. Nakakainis lang kasi, dati sobrang inlove sa kanya si Blair pero he is so busy pining for Serena. Eventually, nagsawa na si B sa kanya tapos bigla namang na-feel niya na he's inlove with B again. Haaaaay ang gulo niya! Its like, one moment he's inlove with her and then he's NOT. Its like switching a light on and off. But that's the way things are on Gossip Girl right. You'll never know who's gonna hook up together. :) So, yeah, I think im goin gaga over Nair again, even if its only a while. I just love looking at them and seeing how physically perfect they are to each other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chuck/Blair (CHAIR)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338575660365787666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/ShZuRzKmMhI/AAAAAAAAABo/zJ7YHz1dEeU/s320/1_495341135l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I know the loveteam name sucks. Im not the one who created it so go sue or punch someone for making that up. :) Chuck and Blair. &lt;em&gt;Blair and Chuck.&lt;/em&gt; Their names sound so good together! Haha. So, I told you a while ago that Im originally a Nair shipper- but not until the limo scene. *grins* Ooooooh so all of you out there who are also Gossip Girl fans you'll probably know what is the "limo scene" Im talking about! Heehee. :) Its just that - one effin night at the limo and poof! Love emerged - all of a sudden! Who knows that an @sshole like Chuck Bass would actually fall inlove? You will never expect it to someone like him, because he's a womanizer! After that, he chased Blair around, urging her to say the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;three words, eight letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They are a bit complicated though. Especially when Chuck's father died and he became so impossible.. what with all the grief and sadness but Blair was there for him. She comforted him, told him everything's fine but he just banished her out of his life! Blair actually said the 3words 8letters but Chuck just ignored it. I was so sad at that point, because they are my fave couple on GG and they're not working it out eventhough they are really inlove with each other! But nevertheless, I knew there is always hope for the two of them. I knew they belong together but somehow they cannot be just a couple and be done with it. People would get bored- even I would be - and the show would suffer. So I agree that the writers are throwing "roadblocks" together like Nate, Carter Baizen and Vanessa - it makes the Chuck/Blair affair more spicy and more fun to watch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.........................................................................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Three words eight letters. Say it and Im yours"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blair to Chuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I love you Nate Archibald. Always have, always will." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blair to Nate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-5518025749127117584?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5518025749127117584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=5518025749127117584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/5518025749127117584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/5518025749127117584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/05/chair-or-nair_22.html' title='CHAIR or NAIR?'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/ShZnVROtujI/AAAAAAAAABY/KWTZIbpcnyo/s72-c/224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-3013817369028230238</id><published>2009-05-14T14:54:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:49:33.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 random things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>oryt! naki-random na din ako. haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So before anything else, I totally freaked out a while ago because I cant sign in here in my blogger account. I keep re-entering my usual password (I use that password for all of my accounts here in the net). Iam sooooo panicking! I dont know what to do! And then I suddenly remembered.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I USE A DIFFERENT PASSWORD HERE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; OMFG! Like, I really want to slap myself out of my total stupidity! GAWD. What cause this? I guess it's the fact that I CANT watch the Davids concert. *sigh* Enough na nga. Lets start the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 random things&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; shall we? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I still watch cartoons. In fact, I watch them more than any other shows on TV! :) My favorites are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Looney Tunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tom and Jerry,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I really like animated creatures throwing stuffs on each other! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's my dream to be an astronaut when I was a child. And I think even up to now. Haha. I've always been fascinated to the objects outside the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. As a kid, I used to eat rice with milk and sugar on the top. Try it! It's yummy! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I suck at Math. Really, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My Ate and I played many indoor games before. We used to play Barbie - we pretend they are our own daughters! And we had "pets" when in fact they are only stuffed animals with a leash around their necks! Haha. We walk with them around the house and pretend like they are really animals. And there's this game that we really loved playing. I sit on a rag and she holds my arms and pulls me and we're gonna move back and forth around the house. We take turns, actually. That was really fun because our floor back then is smooth and slide-y. :) I miss my childhood days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love reading! From magazines to books to encyclopedias to newspapers! I read everything! When Im depressed, sad or bored I sit with a book and Im okay! Reading is my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ultimate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;happiness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have very poor eyesight. I usually wear glasses all the time. Read number 6 again and you'll find out why. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Im not very good at handling children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. One of my pet peeves are people asking me questions with the MOST obvious answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When Im quiet it means Im thinking. And I dont want to be distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I once lost to an English quiz bee because of the word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rendezvous"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Im at Grade 4 at that time. My mother made me study a dictionary and I didn't paid attention to that word! You could imagine me sweating and in the verge of tears when the teacher asked us to spell that word. It's the final round. I cried so hard that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I have fear being on deep levels of water. That's why I can't swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I hate riding vehicles when Im full because I throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Im scared riding the MRT when it goes underground. I feel like the ground will shake and we'll get stuck underneath! Paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I talk uncontrollably when Im sleepy. Weird huh? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I love the rain and I hate the sun. I love nighttime, I hate daytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I write lots of stories but never get to finish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I so hate the sound of a spoon and fork na pinagkikiskis. Nangingilo ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Im scared of big dolls! Up to now. It's because of Chucky the Killer Doll. Mama once told me I spilled milk all over myself when Im young while watching Chucky. Is there a phobia called Chucky-lophobia? Coz I think I got it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. My bestfriend and I used to ditch afternoon classes in highschool to play Audition and just hang out together. Mama found out about it, grew angry and transferred me to another school - at least it is one of the reasons. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Im always imagining and making up lots of stories inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I can never have too many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I adore puppies and cats! I hug and rock them like a baby! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I always cover my ears while Im sleeping - either with a pillow or my hands. I have this fear that an insect will enter my ear or a sharp object might be thrust into it. That is so weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I've never been inlove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-3013817369028230238?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3013817369028230238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=3013817369028230238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/3013817369028230238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/3013817369028230238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/05/oryt-naki-random-na-din-ako-haha.html' title='oryt! naki-random na din ako. haha.'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-4955455172697941156</id><published>2009-05-09T14:10:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:53:42.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eight things'/><title type='text'>EIGHT FACTS. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is not really my favorite number. It's &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;number THREE&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eight things Im looking forward to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. College :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Premiere of Wizards of Waverly Place the Movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Taylor Swift's concert here (if ever there's gonna be one!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Papa's package. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. May 17. Let's see if my faith will come back. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. One Liter of Tears / Boys Over Flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. New episode of GG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Merienda. Gutom na ko! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eight things I wish I could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. be invisible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. turn back time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. travel to Europe. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. buy every existing book in the world! Hahaha! bookworm much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. meet my favorite stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. make it snow here in the Philippines. I really dont like the Sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. FLY! :) like Peter Pan! cmon Tinkerbell, whisk some dust on me. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. finish writing a very good novel that will dominate the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eight shows I watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Gossip Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Grey's Anatomy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Heroes&lt;br /&gt;4. Wizards of Waverly Place&lt;br /&gt;5. Hannah Montana (believe it or not. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;6. Sonny With a Chance&lt;br /&gt;7. MYX (my everyday ritual)&lt;br /&gt;8. E! News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eight things I did yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. surfed the net&lt;br /&gt;2. went to La Salle to confirm my course&lt;br /&gt;3. listened to music&lt;br /&gt;4. read Twilight&lt;br /&gt;5. watched Enchanted for God-knows-how-many times. :) (I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss) lol&lt;br /&gt;6. watched my favorite cartoon show! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tom and Jerry&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;7. laughed at my Ate's imitation of Lily VDWs laugh. :)&lt;br /&gt;8. talk. talk. talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-4955455172697941156?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4955455172697941156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=4955455172697941156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/4955455172697941156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/4955455172697941156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/05/eight-facts.html' title='EIGHT FACTS. :)'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-1959393361036833289</id><published>2009-05-03T16:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:42:22.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORRIED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heya! Its May... ugh. Darn it! Why is it that time was so fast-paced this days? Parang kelan lang graduation namen. And now, May na. One more month to go before college. &lt;strong&gt;COLLEGE. &lt;/strong&gt;Gawd. Honestly, Im scared. Well, not exactly scared. More of worried. Im worried about having friends. Im not the friendly-type you know. And Im not the type of person who approaches everyone at the classroom on the first day of school and goes "Hi, my name is Ehver. What's yours?" No. That's not me. Sometimes people see me as the &lt;strong&gt;snob and quiet girl who prefers sitting alone&lt;/strong&gt;. I dont blame them. As I have said, Im not friendly. I took a personality quiz on the net and this is what it said about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT PLANET SHOULD YOU RULE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You are perfect to rule Saturn because like its rings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you dont always follow the rules of nature. And like Saturn, to really be able to understand you, someone delve beyond your appearance. You are not an easy person to befriend. However, one you enter a friendship, you'll be a friend for life. You think slowly but deeply. You only gain great understanding after a situation has passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh yes! That is sooo true! Everything on that paragraph is true. My bestfriends once told me they dont expect me to be noisy and makulit. Well, that's the real me. I may be quiet and aloof to strangers but Im noisy and funny to my friends and family. Many people dont see that side. :) And I dont intend to show it to them. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPORTS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ooooooh! The entire Philippines (um not entire. almost?) is celebrating Manny Pacquiao's victory over Hatton. So? IT DOESNT MATTER TO ME. Heck. So what if he won? Am I getting a million bucks like him? NO. Did I get more popular? NO. Yayaman ba ko kapag nanalo siya? Certainly not. So why care? Sorry for all the Manny Pacquiao fans out there. Im entitled to say my opinions naman diba. After all, this is a democratic country. :) LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPORTS.&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm. What can I say about this? Im not sports-inclined. Meaning I dont do well in any kind of sports. I suck at volleyball, basketball, badminton. etc. Anything that involves a ball. I dont know why my body is not coordinated with the ball.. I do believe it hates me. LOL. That's why I hate the ball too. VERY MUCH. Everytime I try to hit the ball at VB.. i dunno.. it just slips out. It goes on a different way. Like it's avoiding me. Ugh. What the heck! I've given up on sports a loooong time ago. At an early age I made up my mind that it's not meant for me. Haha. And yes, I really do hate Physical Education, and all the PE teachers who pushes me to play sports. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, that's it for today. until my next post. haha. XOXO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&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/4064818299910323293-1959393361036833289?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1959393361036833289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=1959393361036833289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/1959393361036833289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/1959393361036833289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/05/worried.html' title='WORRIED.'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-7846490081055934500</id><published>2009-04-28T16:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:33:01.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a friggin' five hours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you're going to ask me on what word I would feel like screaming right now it would be "WHAT THE F***!" Im sorry, but it's true. WHY? Well, I just spent effin five hours searching for a new blogskin. I can't find anything that I like, or I saw something I liked but it's too hard to edit the template. OMFG. I feel like screaming a while ago so I decided to hyperventilate. :) I took a bath and scarfed some Chippy and TADAAA! im OKAY! :) Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I was being mean yesterday. Im just having a bad day that's all. I didn't mean to vent it all out on the poor saleslady. So, here's the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;• My Ate and I are on SM Department Store yesterday. I accompanied her there coz she said she's gonna buy a new face powder. So, we went to the counter to pay for it. Apparently, they are only accepting small bills at that time and my Ate has a 1000 peso bill so the sales lady asked nicely if we have any small bills (a hundred DAW). Ate knew I have a hundred peso bill in my pocket so she asked me if I can pay for the item muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATE: Oi ibayad mo nga muna yung 100 mo dian. Wala daw kasi silang pang-change eh.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Huh? Ano ba yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said those words I looked at the saleslady (who is also looking at me) and gave her a SNOB LOOK. Can you believe it?! I gave her a sungit look when she's only asking nicely if we have any small bills! Haaaay, sobrang badtrip kasi talaga ako nun kaya naisnaban ko siya. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I just found out &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Taylor Momsen&lt;/span&gt; did auditioned before to play &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hannah Montana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Miley Cyrus said so herself. She, Taylor and another girl are the top three choices being considered for the role but it's Miley who got it. Well, I guess Taylor would make a good Hannah Montana. I dont know if she can sing though, I've never heard her sing. But, I think she has a good voice. Coz why audition for HM if you can't sing, right? And she's a natural blonde, no need to wear stupid-looking blonde wigs. Hehe.. I like Taylor Momsen! Aside from the fact that she looked waaaaay older for a 15-year-old (which means Im only two months older than her), she has nice long legs that I envy! Haha! She does not even look 15! Ugh. And I've read somewhere she is going to start her own fashion line! How cool is that?! Sounds a little bit like Jenny Humphrey huh?! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there! I'll keep my post short! Ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-7846490081055934500?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7846490081055934500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=7846490081055934500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/7846490081055934500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/7846490081055934500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/04/friggin-five-hours.html' title='a friggin&apos; five hours.'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-4436796434325863088</id><published>2009-04-15T13:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:25:55.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuck Bass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 random things'/><title type='text'>RANDOM! :DD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello!!!! Im not writing about any specific topics today. Im going RANDOM! Heehee.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chuck Bass made me cry yesterday. Sheeesh! Episode 13 is just soooo damn good I wanted to cry over Bart's death! LOL. I know right, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sobrang late na ko manood ng GG. Episode 21 na ngayon sa CW and Im only at 13! GOSH Im such a loser!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 6 days to go and it's gonna be Ate's 18th birthday!! Yay! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ADVANCE HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; Too bad I dont have a gift. This is what I hate about summer vacations, you know. I dont have money to spend. But at least Mama gives me money for my cellphone loads! Hehehe.. Someone told me I should get a summer job. No, seriously, A SUMMER JOB?!?! Hey, it's summer right. VACATION. I only have two months to relax at home, watch tv until 2am and surf the net without worrying if I have homeworks to do. TWO MONTHS VACATION FOR A SUMMER JOB?! No, that's not a good idea for me. I only have two months before Im going to enter college, and Im not going to trade that for a summer job! Hahahaha! Lazy ol' mee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I started watching Grey's Anatomy last week. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All hail pirated DVDs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha! My verdict? Well, its good. Im getting addicted to it. Although Im a LOSER again. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Season 5 na sa America and Season1 pa lang ako. &lt;/em&gt;Sheeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I was watching &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ang Babaeng Hinugot Sa Aking Tadyang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;( which stars Marian "palengkera" Rivera) the other night. I stumbled upon it while Im flipping channels and I ended up watching it. Im wondering why our telenovelas here in the RP is always about revenge? Hmm... It's always about revenge, If not revenge, it's about jealousy. Or about a poor woman/man trying to be on top because some rich woman/man abused her/him. GAWD! Can the writers think of any other plots aside from revenge?!? Why do Filipinos still watch this shows when in fact they are watching the same thing over and over again? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've been dying to read &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Diary of Anne Frank&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I told my Tito I want that book for my birthday. I dont know if he's gonna buy it for me. :( GAAAHH! I.Want.That.Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XOXO.&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/4064818299910323293-4436796434325863088?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4436796434325863088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=4436796434325863088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/4436796434325863088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/4436796434325863088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-dd.html' title='RANDOM! :DD'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-8576702953234059717</id><published>2009-04-10T14:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:24:24.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>confused. err.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Why is it possible to continue loving someone who caused so much hurt for you in the past? What if you're committed to a new guy and your ex wants you back? Would you take him back even if you're not sure if he's not gonna hurt you again? Would you take a risk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;These are the questions that's been running on my mind for days.. I can't come up with an answer.. *sigh*&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/4064818299910323293-8576702953234059717?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8576702953234059717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=8576702953234059717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/8576702953234059717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/8576702953234059717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/04/confused-err.html' title='confused. err.'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-3864083630542909755</id><published>2009-04-08T15:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:23:26.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl.'/><title type='text'>youtube-ing :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I was thinking what to write in here since yesterday but WTH I haven't thought of anything! Haha! I ended up staying awake until 3am just thinking things through. I love to think, you know. Especially before going to sleep while lying on my bed. I sometimes stay awake for 1hour just thinking and staring at the dark. Hehe.. It has been my daily habit. I can't survive without it! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I bet you're wondering why I named my post "youtube-ing". :) The reason why is while im watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; videos on YouTube it just strucked me what to write here on my blog. :) Yes, you read it right. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOSSIP GIRL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I love this show very much! Im not a fan of this show since it came out. I just became a fan when my big sis borrowed GG Season 1 DVD from her friend and we started watching it last December coz we're bored and got nothing else to do. :) I&lt;br /&gt;instantly got hooked up by the show! Well, mostly it is an adult show since lots of "m&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SeQxXohy8oI/AAAAAAAAAAg/M20XagNA4Mc/s1600-h/23251147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324434941544690306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SeQxXohy8oI/AAAAAAAAAAg/M20XagNA4Mc/s320/23251147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ature" scenes are involved. But teens can also relate to it because the story is mostly about teenagers living on the Upper East Side and how they deal with their issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Oh! That is my fave GG character over there :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-BLAIR CORNELIA WALDORF-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I have finished watching Episode 12 of Season 2. Gosh it gets more and more exciting each episode! :) I've read somewhere that they are planning to do a spin-off about Lily's past and its gonna start filming on May &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;daw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Well, Im gonna watch it too coz Brittany Snow is there. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XOXO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064818299910323293-3864083630542909755?l=ehverbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3864083630542909755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4064818299910323293&amp;postID=3864083630542909755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/3864083630542909755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064818299910323293/posts/default/3864083630542909755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ehverbear.blogspot.com/2009/04/youtube-ing_08.html' title='youtube-ing :)'/><author><name>ehver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531041810784015022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SgzjInLWfTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KH4vvTBpRA8/S220/1_748915687l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkjjU3qtsc0/SeQxXohy8oI/AAAAAAAAAAg/M20XagNA4Mc/s72-c/23251147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064818299910323293.post-4828796923908511915</id><published>2009-04-08T15:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:21:52.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><title type='text'>a first :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yay! This is my first post here (obviously..), since Iam not really born to be a blogger I'll try to update this blog every once and a while. THANKS to my big sis for persuading me to have a blog even Iam sooo totally against this! Hehe... Iam a really private person and it's not really my thing to tell things about me especially to strangers BUT!.. having a blog sounds cool to me. :) Plus, Iam looking for something to add on my "internet to-do list" besides the usual stuff like Friendster, PEX, Youtube.. blah blah blah! So, like what I've said, I'll try to update this and let you in on the rollercoaster head that I have.. Haha. 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