<?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-22189952</id><updated>2011-09-05T13:29:56.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell am I here for?!</title><subtitle type='html'>When melancholy strikes, she has to leave reality and enter the realm of her dreams. More of an idealist, she spends more time daydreaming. She lives in a world of fantasy with Snow White and Cinderella. For her, MUSIC IS LIFE. She enjoys listening to the melancholic tunes of Hale and to the lively songs of Brownman Revival. 
Last thing about her: when she likes something, she loves it and when she detests something, she hates it!
Now, it's up to you: love her or hate her!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>arbiepaolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065735514826298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22189952.post-114466035108193989</id><published>2006-04-10T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T17:12:31.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whew! At last, final exams were over.  I still don't know my rate of performance.  All I can do now is hope and pray that I did well enough in the 3rd term to make it to being a DL.  Haha!  In a hot summer like this, no one is exempted from day dreaming.  Well then, reality is finally unfolding before my eyes.  Haha!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am having more than enough sleep now, thank God.  The finals week really stressed me out.  Sleepless week that was.  I had my comcalc and oblicon exams last thursday and actprib and busorga for friday.  I must admit that I was only able to review comcalc and actprib.  I did not read any article from my oblicon book nor read a chapter in my busorga book.  I was just lucky that my oblicon professor's heaven sent.  I only passed two out of eight quizzes in that subject but still, I got a good grade in it.  Thanks, Ms. Tomboc! : )  As for busorga, it was again luck's fault!  The test was a bit "recycled" as we call it.  The first half contains the quizzes given by Mr. Bolinao, my professor.  Haha!  I never imagined that I would get so lucky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday.  I was supposed to be in school at 9 A.M.  That's what my professor told us, but since I am a born "pasaway", I arrived 2 and a half hours late.  The practice was over.  Haha!  That's how punctual I can get!  The "field demo" went just fine except for the countless times that I slipped because of my shoes whether I was dancing or just walking.  It was "magulo", but dancing Tango was never that fun.  We may have danced it a lot of times already, but that was the best one for me.  Maybe it was because all throughout the dance, I was laughing because of my stupid shoes and the crazy crowd.  Haha!  Saturday was alright.  It was fun. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sunday?! It's still as lame as it was before.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's monday.  Crazy, stupid, lame monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22189952-114466035108193989?l=arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114466035108193989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22189952&amp;postID=114466035108193989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114466035108193989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114466035108193989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/2006/04/week.html' title='week!'/><author><name>arbiepaolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065735514826298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22189952.post-114389996831071188</id><published>2006-04-01T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:59:28.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smiles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Smiles can really be deceiving yet these smiles can make someone's day.  Even though they're not meant for you, take them!&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/22189952-114389996831071188?l=arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114389996831071188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22189952&amp;postID=114389996831071188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114389996831071188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114389996831071188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/2006/04/smiles.html' title='smiles!'/><author><name>arbiepaolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065735514826298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22189952.post-114389944056303331</id><published>2006-04-01T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:50:40.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for whom?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your smile is gently drifting me&lt;br /&gt;Far, far away from this bin.&lt;br /&gt;You slowly breathed life into me,&lt;br /&gt;Into the depths of my very being.&lt;br /&gt;It's 10:17 P.M. and I'm still here,&lt;br /&gt;But you are nowhere near.&lt;br /&gt;You caught me and gave me bliss,&lt;br /&gt;But then you sealed it with a friendly kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet smile is vanishing&lt;br /&gt;Like stars which are slowly fading.&lt;br /&gt;How come it ended up like this&lt;br /&gt;Why did it become just a waste?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is gone&lt;br /&gt;And today isn't done.&lt;br /&gt;It's 1:06 P.M. on this hot saturday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish this would end soon!&lt;br /&gt;Melancholy is now tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;It caught me straight in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see you in that green field&lt;br /&gt;Playing your sport like you always did.&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/22189952-114389944056303331?l=arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114389944056303331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22189952&amp;postID=114389944056303331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114389944056303331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114389944056303331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-whom.html' title='for whom?!'/><author><name>arbiepaolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065735514826298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22189952.post-114389940491026702</id><published>2006-04-01T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:50:04.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The night sky welcomes gloom&lt;br /&gt;Embraces it with full arms.&lt;br /&gt;As I stare at it thru my window,&lt;br /&gt;I see the face that broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You see I always look forward to it&lt;br /&gt;Because every morning, I know, I will see you.&lt;br /&gt;Truly I am not regretting taking it that way&lt;br /&gt;Because if my first choice was made, I would not have met you.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're thinking that I only know you by face&lt;br /&gt;But chance gave me the opportunity to know you better.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm also thinking if you know me too&lt;br /&gt;Even just by face, that would make me happier than you ought me to be.&lt;br /&gt;Idealism tears me apart&lt;br /&gt;Judging you by your face tells me that you're already taken&lt;br /&gt;But since idealists, like me, think otherwise&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm hurt as I was before.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you with her, passionately kissed by her&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? You're hers, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;I just let it go&lt;br /&gt;Let it pass&lt;br /&gt;Let it slip&lt;br /&gt;And forget all about it&lt;br /&gt;Thinking you'd never be mine.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am with someone else&lt;br /&gt;He's all that as others have said&lt;br /&gt;But forgetting isn't easy,&lt;br /&gt;But still learning to love him was not too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Why only now&lt;br /&gt;Now that I...&lt;br /&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/22189952-114389940491026702?l=arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114389940491026702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22189952&amp;postID=114389940491026702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114389940491026702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114389940491026702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/2006/04/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>arbiepaolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065735514826298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22189952.post-114329201321396051</id><published>2006-03-25T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T20:37:40.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I thought that the year-end party of JPIA would be boring, but it turned out the other way around. I was glad that I attended. It was held last night. My original plan was to watch the presentation of the the JPIA's Most Wanted and the song number that my blockmates prepared for the event. Shmpre I was there to support my blockmates who would be participating. Pero I got carried away kaya natapos ko sya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I never thought that Bianca would be one great model. Pero as far as I can remember from our conversations, she has an inclination to being one. Haha! Si Vlad naman did great. At buti na lang napilit namin ni Jamex si Jicko to attend. All of them looked fantastic. Ayos ang summer wear nila. May future sila sa modeling! All of them are winners in their own right. And of course, an extra point goes to Vlad for being such a cool joker. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We also joined the sing-and-dance contest. And we won! Haha! Through the mala-ibong adarnang voice of friendly yet introvert Rielle (which I hardly heard), the golden voice of petite and pretty Gail, the oh-so-rocking strums of humorous yet serious Glenn and Joel, the fantastic beats of makulit and cute Wong, the cool sounds of mysterious and quiet Leo, and the rocking crowd(shempre C31 un), we proved that we are really the pride of i.d. 105! Joke lang! Haha!. Sabi lang yan sa intro nung intermission number! Sounds biased right?. Ewan ko sa kanila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ayun..Masaya pa rin!. Kaya nawalan ako ng voice. The party was a perfect work-week ender. Sana next time lahat ng blocks andun na. Sana party din ang bne08 pero somewhere near lang and hindi masyadong late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's it for now.&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/22189952-114329201321396051?l=arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114329201321396051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22189952&amp;postID=114329201321396051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114329201321396051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114329201321396051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/2006/03/party_25.html' title='party!'/><author><name>arbiepaolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065735514826298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22189952.post-114304445603477403</id><published>2006-03-23T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:20:56.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My day was not okay, but not a ruin.  The LRT system really upsets me!  If they would offer quality maintenance and service, but with a corresponding increase in the price of tickets, it would still be fair.  That's better than being a total-bad-day setter for the customers.  Customer satisfaction should always be prioritized and that would not be attained if they are offering poor quality of service.  People would not rely on the LRT if there are other alternatives.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's just leave it to that.  We had our seminar forum in Filipi2.  Haha!  It was fun!  The speaker was good!  He was funny!  Haha!  Kaya ako tawa ng tawa at pinagtitinginan ng mga kaklase ko.  Nakakahiya nga but I would rather laugh out loud than blow up my ribs.  Haha!  Okay lang naman yun eh.  Eh ano naman ngayon?  Pasensya na mababaw talaga ako eh.  Konting jokes lang ang tinatawanan ko at siya ang isa sa mga hindi nagjo-joke na natawa ko.  He was giving examples kasi and I found those examples funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22189952-114304445603477403?l=arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114304445603477403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22189952&amp;postID=114304445603477403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114304445603477403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114304445603477403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/2006/03/part-1.html' title='part 1'/><author><name>arbiepaolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065735514826298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22189952.post-114247979040317179</id><published>2006-03-16T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:29:50.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busorga madness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I often say that I love my Busorga class dati.  But now, I don't feel like I would still continue to love it.  We had our 3rd quiz a while ago.  Nerve-racking, mind-boggling, and heart-breaking!  That's how I can describe it.  Well at least I have answered 8 out of 9 questions but we only need 5 questions to answer.  Tapos I still have a quiz in oblicon later.  70 pages to review but I haven't read a single page!  Oh wait!  We don't have a class na.  May emergency meeting daw si Sir!.  Yey!. So panu na?  Gotta go!&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/22189952-114247979040317179?l=arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114247979040317179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22189952&amp;postID=114247979040317179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114247979040317179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114247979040317179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/2006/03/busorga-madness.html' title='busorga madness!'/><author><name>arbiepaolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065735514826298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22189952.post-114208712569311686</id><published>2006-03-11T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:33:00.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night sky welcomes gloom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Embraces it with full arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I stare at it thru my window,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see the face that broke my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see I always look forward to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because every morning, I know, I will see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truly I am not regretting taking it that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because if my first choice was made, I would not have met you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you're thinking that I only know you by face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But chance gave me the opportunity to know you better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm also thinking if you know me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even just by face, that would make me happier than you ought me to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Idealism tears me apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Judging you by your face tells me that you're already taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But since idealists, like me, think otherwise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm hurt as I was before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw you with her, passionately kissed by her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What can I do? You're hers, not mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just let it go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it slip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And forget all about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking you'd never be mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I am with someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's all that as others have said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But forgetting isn't easy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still learning to love him was not too complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why only now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that I...&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22189952-114208712569311686?l=arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114208712569311686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22189952&amp;postID=114208712569311686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114208712569311686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114208712569311686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/2006/03/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>arbiepaolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065735514826298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22189952.post-114200055963020289</id><published>2006-03-10T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T13:11:00.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for whom?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your smile is gently drifting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Far, far away from this bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You slowly breathed life into me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Into the depths of my very being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's 10:17 P.M. and I'm still here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But you are nowhere near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You caught me and gave me bliss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But then you sealed it with a friendly kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your sweet smile is vanishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Like stars which are slowly fading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How come it ended up like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Why did it become just a waste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yesterday is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And today isn't done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's 1:06 P.M. on this hot saturday afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh how I wish this would end soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Melancholy is now tearing me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It caught me straight in the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now I see you in that green field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Playing your sport like you always did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22189952-114200055963020289?l=arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114200055963020289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22189952&amp;postID=114200055963020289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114200055963020289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114200055963020289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-whom.html' title='for whom?!'/><author><name>arbiepaolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065735514826298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22189952.post-114199407677350908</id><published>2006-03-10T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:43:36.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgmental!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmp!. I just saw the result of my 6th quiz in oblicon and it was dreadful! I don't know how will I study for it just to get high scores! Mine was not good, it didn't even reach the passing grade. I don't have plans of repeating oblicon 'coz I don't have anymore plans of repeating another subject just because I failed. Actprib would be the first and last subject that I would take twice! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have learned a lot today and I am thankful for all of them. Actprib is, indeed, sweeter the second time around. Preparing adjusting entries and solving for the allowance of doubtful accounts was never this easy. Professors are really different from each other. Mr. Menaje, my current professor in Actprib, is one of the bests that I had in my three terms stay in La Salle!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teka, I wasn't able to attend my Filipi class today xe I was totally late and for me, being absent is better than being late. Poor Suni had to go to that class alone. Nakasabay ko din pala sa LRT si Ate Cha, friend ko sa Mary's. Grabe! Kakamiss siya. Comcalc! I wasn't able to answer the 5th question sa problem set! Bad trip!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kanina, I was able to talk to Lee, my Filipi seatmate. As far as I know, she's also a "mamaw" in accounting. I've learned a lot from her. Ang bait niya! She even gave me tips on how to survive accounting so I won't need to shift to marketing management. Yun naman talaga ang goal ko eh, ang mag-survive sa accounting! Okay, enough of that subject.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Judgmental people always get into my nerves. They are the oh-so-yabang creatures who always notice the flaw in others without noticing the flaws with themselves. Okay, I admit. Nung first and second terms, I hate smokers talaga! Nung time na yun, I don't think that they can be trusted with anything, but having friends who are smokers proved my belief wrong. Sa totoo lang, they can be the best buddies that one could ever have. They accept you for the real "you". Daig pa nila yung mga hindi nga smokers. I know a lot of people who judge a person by how they see them, but all that they can see are the flaws in those persons. "THEY ARE SMOKERS AND WE DON'T THINK THEY WOULD MAKE GOOD FRIENDS!", ouch!!! How absurd! Totally absurd! As long as they do you no harm, they do not offer you even a stick, it is unfair to treat them that way. Looking deeper into the person proves otherwise. Basta para sakin, they are good friends, mga totoong tao and that's what matters to me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Think of a win-win situation. Make others happy by accepting them for who they really are and they will also make you even happier than you thought you could be."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/22189952-114199407677350908?l=arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114199407677350908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22189952&amp;postID=114199407677350908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114199407677350908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/114199407677350908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/2006/03/judgmental.html' title='Judgmental!'/><author><name>arbiepaolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065735514826298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22189952.post-113948700316433936</id><published>2006-02-09T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T15:32:29.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh no!.. I can't believe it!.. Haha!.. I AM SO DAMN HAPPY TODAY! Kasi sino ba namang taong normal ang hindi matutuwa sa nangyari.. Last sunday, I sent an e-mail to a very special person without expecting any reply or what. But when I opened my e-mail just a few minutes ago, OH NO!.. Nag-reply siya..! He just doesn't have any idea how his response made me so happy.. Dapat talaga siguro hindi nag-e-expect ng kahit ano because it is with not expecting that things happen. I can't wait to see Karen and Nikki tomorrow to tell them how happy I was when that person replied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thought this day would be the worst that I could have for this week, but I was wrong. It turned out the other way around. Kaninang umaga, I thought hindi na ako makakapasok sa Busorga class ko kasi ung train na sinakyan ko may technical problems daw. But with God's powerful hands, He fixed things up because He knows how much I love my Busorga class. Yes, I love my Business Organization class with Sir Bolinao. It's simply the best subject that I have for this term. I am loving it kaya.....baka ipagpalit ko na ang accounting sa busorga?! haha!.. that i don't know. At ayun, nakarating naman ako sa school 15 minutes before mag-bell. Tapos the first one whom I saw na kakilala ko ay si Sunette, my kakulitan at kadaldalan tuwing filipi.. And then nakita ko ang isang taong kilala ko. Haha!.. I don't need to mention his name. Baka malaman pa niya na kilala ko siya. Haha!.. At ayun, nakita ko din yung classmate ko sa Busorga na kamukang kamuka ng pinakamamahal ko.. ganun?! haha!.. basta kamuka niya.. As usual, ya na naman ang class namin dahil sa pepsi or coke ni Sir Bolinao at ang nakakatawa niyang tawa.. tapos ng busorga, comp1ac na. I was seated sa seat # 1.. at dapat wala akong katabi.. buti na lang nandun si JA.. haha!.. comp1ac.. ayun ayus lang din xa.. tapos nun ay ang mahaba ko nang break.. nagpunta lang ako sa library at nag-aral para sa quiz ko sa accounting tomorrow at naghanap din ng business cases for my favorite subject. haha!.. after nun, pumila ako sa may booth ng kettle korn for almost 20 minutes only to be told later that the popcorn machine was busted!.. haha!.. kaya umalis ako ng walang kinakain na masarap na popcorn.. and i went to animo foodhaus kasi andun sila jamex and grace. nag-aral lang ulit ako for our quiz sa oblicon.. tapos umakyat na kami sa L228, ang room namin sa oblicon. haha!.. an lamig dun.. tapos nag-lecture ulit si Ms. Tomboc at nagpa-quiz. Tapos umuwi na ako. At nang chineck ko ang e-mail ko, nakita ko ang isang name na...............nang nakita ko ay sobrang natuwa ako!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;un lang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&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/22189952-113948700316433936?l=arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113948700316433936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22189952&amp;postID=113948700316433936' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/113948700316433936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22189952/posts/default/113948700316433936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arbiepaoliepoi.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-post.html' title='first post..'/><author><name>arbiepaolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065735514826298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
