<?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-3640424853979961708</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:36:18.279+08:00</updated><category term='cmc'/><category term='endless fairy tale'/><category term='arts'/><category term='rsr'/><category term='places'/><category term='BOF'/><category term='dorm'/><category term='weekends'/><category term='moshi monsters'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='LACASA'/><category term='rants'/><category term='college'/><category term='gift'/><category term='games'/><category term='music'/><category term='cats'/><category term='gray days'/><category term='activities'/><category term='cornography'/><category term='award'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='kruhay'/><category term='summer'/><category term='college exams'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='family'/><category term='rabbits'/><category term='shutterbug'/><category term='CAT'/><category term='high school'/><category term='anime'/><category term='tv'/><category term='DCS'/><category term='sem-break'/><category term='review'/><category term='school days'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>the sweet, little candy store</title><subtitle type='html'>typical blog for a sweet little me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lara</name><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>329</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-9097651166838950076</id><published>2012-01-21T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T10:20:52.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Temple Tour and Quezon Cultural Heritage Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I have mentioned in my previous  post, I attended educational trips the other weekend, which,  unfortunately, made me sick because of fatigue.  It was fun, anyway, so I  don’t really mind.  Besides, I’m back to normal now (yay!).  I would  like to share where we have gone to so I have decided that there would  be two parts of this post, with the first one for the &lt;b&gt;Kas 2&lt;/b&gt; trip, and the other, for &lt;b&gt;Art Stud 2&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;color:#aaf200;"&gt;Kas 2 Temple Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday, January 14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/BlueMosque.jpg" width="260" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/KiuPatLiongShiaoTaoist.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/SengGuanBuddhist.jpg" width="260" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/SikhTemple.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited four temples of four different religions.  From the photos above, clockwise: Blue Mosque, Kiu Pat Liong Shiao Taoist Temple, Seng Guan Buddhist Temple, and Sikh Temple.  All of these temples are located in &lt;u&gt;Metro Manila&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot from each temple.  In the &lt;u&gt;Muslim culture&lt;/u&gt;, women are separated from men when they gather in the mosque.  They are separated with a curtain, with the women staying at the rear part of the hall.  One fact I liked about the Muslims is that they follow a conservative lifestyle that women are not allowed to wear &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;perfume&lt;/span&gt; during gatherings and they are discouraged to wear revealing clothes.  &lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Upon entering the &lt;b&gt;Kiu Pat Liong Shiao Temple&lt;/b&gt;, we were asked to light up incense sticks and pay respect to the Taoist gods in the temple, which is a custom for the Taoists.  &lt;u&gt;Taoism&lt;/u&gt; is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;nine religions&lt;/span&gt; put altogether, as told to us by the Chinese-Filipino Taoist man who toured us into the temple.  That means, Taoism recognizes &lt;i&gt;Christianity&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Islam&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Buddhism&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Hinduism&lt;/i&gt;, etc. as their religion.  On the third floor, there are different religious images and there we found images of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/Jesus.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the &lt;b&gt;Seng Guan Temple&lt;/b&gt;, we were told about the story of &lt;u&gt;Buddhism&lt;/u&gt;, which was carved as pictures on the walls at a part of the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/Buddha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it was the story of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Siddharta&lt;/span&gt;.   Buddhism originated in India and it is not just a religion but a philosophy as well.  I'm getting a bit familiarized with Buddhism because of my English 12 professor, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Prof. Schriever&lt;/span&gt;, who gave us ideas about it since the beginning of the semester.  The most fun part in this temple is when we were asked questions about what was discussed to us and they were giving either snow globes or dolls.  I was so eager to answer but I wasn't called.  It's okay, though.  I learned and enjoyed at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we went to &lt;b&gt;Sikh Temple&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;u&gt;Sikhism&lt;/u&gt; is a monotheistic religion founded in the 15th century in the Punjab Region in India by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Guru Nanak Dev&lt;/span&gt;.  Sikhs see themselves as students and the gurus as their teachers.  The people from the temple are very welcoming to everyone.  They served us snacks and gave us sweets, which, I must say, are really good.  In the sweet bag are raisins, pure sugar cubes, almonds, and cashews.  The pure sugar cubes were usually given to children who don't like taking their medicines.  Sugar is good for sore throat, but it must be pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/Sweets.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the way back to campus, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Prof. Villan&lt;/span&gt; summed up everything we've been to that day.  He told us that we'll discuss religions further in class.  Then we're back to campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there, my bus seatmate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/755/755765i9j1sctvei.gif" height="56" width="276" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;color:#aaf200;"&gt;Art Stud 2 Quezon Cultural Heritage Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday, January 15&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour we had was in the two towns of &lt;u&gt;Quezon Province&lt;/u&gt;, Tayabas and Sariaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first toured in the beautiful &lt;b&gt;Tayabas&lt;/b&gt; where we visited Casa Comunidad, and the Mi Casa en Tayabas for the &lt;i&gt;"Tagayan at Awitan Ritual."&lt;/i&gt;  We were also offered the famous and delicious &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Pansit Habhab&lt;/span&gt;.  While we were enjoying the food and the peaceful atmosphere of Mi Casa en Tayabas, we were serenaded by the Tayabas String Quintet, who, later on, provided the accompaniment for the Tagayan at Awitan Ritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/CasaComunidad.jpg" width="260" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/MiCasa.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each of us was invited to join the ritual of drinking the coconut wine aka &lt;b&gt;Lambanog&lt;/b&gt; but I wasn't feeling well at the moment and yes, I don't drink.  &lt;u&gt;Lambanog&lt;/u&gt; is an alcoholic drink which ranges from &lt;i&gt;80 to 90 proof &lt;/i&gt;(alcohol content).  It can make you tipsy in a few shots and no hangovers.  One thing I did at the veranda was sneak out from the crowd and took a picture of myself, which, is the only picture of me in the trip.  Not really.  I have another one in the church.  Anyway, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/LaraTayabas.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to the famous &lt;b&gt;Kalye Budin&lt;/b&gt; for pasalubong.  &lt;b&gt;Budin&lt;/b&gt; is the local term for "cassava cake" which is Tayabas' specialty.  Another famous pastry in the town is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;yema cake&lt;/span&gt;, which was sold for Php 125 a box at &lt;u&gt;Rodillas Restaurant&lt;/u&gt;.  Yema is a Filipino custard candy made from egg yolk and milk, and is very sweet.  The cake has yema as its frosting.  We also visited &lt;b&gt;Mallari Distillery&lt;/b&gt;, where there are racks and racks of Lambanog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/Lambanog.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our last destination in Tayabas is &lt;b&gt;The Minor Basilica of St. Michael the Archangel&lt;/b&gt;, which is one of the longest churches in Asia in terms of interior span, with the aisle alone measuring &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;65 meters&lt;/span&gt;.  It is a beautiful, old church, built during the Spanish colonial period.  The walls and ceilings are carefully hand-painted which reminds me of the Sistine Chapel.  Also, this church in Tayabas is known for its key-shaped floor plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/TayabasChurch.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In &lt;b&gt;Sariaya&lt;/b&gt;, we visited the &lt;b&gt;Gala-Rodriguez Ancestral House&lt;/b&gt; which was built in the 1930s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/gala-mansion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://traveleronfoot.wordpress.com/2008/05/21/the-romantic-gala-rodriguez-mansion/" target="_blank"&gt;Traveler On Foot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ancestral house, originally owned by Gregoria Gala and Dr. Isidro Rodriguez, has a lot of stories to tell.  It has a lot of history especially at the time of World War II when it was bombed three times but the bombings have not destroyed the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/Gala2.jpg" width="260" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/Gala1.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/Gala3.jpg" width="260" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/Gala4.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The &lt;u&gt;Gala-Rodriguez Ancestral House&lt;/u&gt; was by far the most interesting place we have gone to in Sariaya.  We have seen different rooms there and the best and most exciting part was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;cellar of safety&lt;/span&gt; where the Rodriguez' eldest daughter, Doña Carmen, used to hide.  Going down there, roaming around, and going out up again is exciting.  There are lots of stuff found at the cellar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I've found in their house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/Barbie.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Filipiniana Santacruzan Barbie Collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-9097651166838950076?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/9097651166838950076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=9097651166838950076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/9097651166838950076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/9097651166838950076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2012/01/temple-tour-and-quezon-cultural_21.html' title='Temple Tour and Quezon Cultural Heritage Tour'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-597279612387454292</id><published>2012-01-17T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:29:49.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Today is Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sick because I got too tired this weekend after having&lt;b&gt; field trips&lt;/b&gt; on Saturday and Sunday.  Anyway, I enjoyed and learn a lot so it's alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still have things to do for school, which, unfortunately, I wasn't able to get my hands on this weekend.  Right now I'm taking a break on writing my &lt;u&gt;English 12 paper&lt;/u&gt; which is due tomorrow.  And why am I blogging right now?  Because it's my free time.  Until when?  My classes would start at 2:30 PM.  Cool.  But it makes me feel lazy.  Last semester, that was my schedule on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and believe me, it's not cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/Picture1687.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That thing I'm holding up there is the &lt;i&gt;Eighteenth Teaching&lt;/i&gt; of &lt;u&gt;The Bhagavad-Gita&lt;/u&gt;.  I'm trying to finish my paper for it today before I go off to class at 2:30 PM.  Also, today is our group's reporting for CW 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not really feeling well and there are still a lot of things to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heeelp. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-597279612387454292?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/597279612387454292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=597279612387454292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/597279612387454292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/597279612387454292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-is-tuesday.html' title='Today is Tuesday!'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-3925069719478467475</id><published>2012-01-09T00:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T00:43:06.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>9/366</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ninth day of 366 days!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey there.  I remembered just now that it's a &lt;i&gt;leap year&lt;/i&gt; this 2012, so we have 366 days.  Anyway, that's not something one should always remember, right?  This is my first post for this year and I am not really up to blogging right now because I just finished a class requirement for CWTS.  Too many words for today, I guess.  I wrote blog posts for CWTS (one is a reaction paper, so there were so many words).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I seem not to understand how we could save the planet by submitting stuff online instead of printing it all out on paper.  Yes, I get the fact that we can save paper that way, but how about the time we spend on our computers?  How much CO&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; would that spew up to the atmosphere?  How much damage could that contribute to the now depleted ozone layer?  On the other hand, being the student that I am, I find it more convenient to submit stuff via the internet.  Yes, we all like that, right?  We no longer have troubles with submission of the hard copy, we don't have to look for printing services or worry about paper and ink shortage in our trays and cartridges.  Also, we can check our online accounts once in a while, stalk people on Facebook, buffer videos on YouTube, etc.  Yes, it's more convenient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_1125.jpg" width="530" div="" style="text-align: center; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last &lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;, I was in the &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ultural Center of the Philippines (CCP)&lt;/b&gt; for an exhibit by National Artist &lt;b&gt;Victorio Edades&lt;/b&gt;.  I believe it was my first time to be there, though the place looked familiar to me.  By the way, I didn't go there just because I wanted to, but because it was required for my Art Studies 2 class.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I enjoy going to museums since I was a kid.  We visited museums on our field trips back then and I remember one time I said, I'd rather go to a museum than hike on a mountain.  Really.  It's true until now.  I guess I'm not the outdoor type.  When I entered college, I appreciated it more, even though the only museum I have gone to in college was &lt;b&gt;Vargas Museum&lt;/b&gt;.  CCP doesn't count as a museum, I think.  But maybe it does.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Monday again.  I have to sleep now.  Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-3925069719478467475?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/3925069719478467475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=3925069719478467475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3925069719478467475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3925069719478467475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2012/01/9366.html' title='9/366'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-400452051562299071</id><published>2011-12-29T01:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T17:21:25.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Sleep Deprivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This Christmas break, I sleep at around&lt;b&gt; 3 AM&lt;/b&gt; almost everyday, then I wake up at around &lt;b&gt;11 AM&lt;/b&gt;.  Yes, that's still &lt;u&gt;eight hours of sleep&lt;/u&gt;, just what I need, but still it's unhealthy.  My mealtimes are also messed-up, which makes my unhealthy lifestyle even worse because I get to eat only two meals a day.  This is not good.  Back at the dorm, I get to sleep at around 10 PM, and 12 AM being the latest.  Something's already wrong with my body clock and that needs to be fixed before classes resume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I read something from &lt;a href="http://did-you-kno.tumblr.com/post/14910325220/source" target="_blank"&gt;did-you-kno&lt;/a&gt; about &lt;b&gt;teen sleep deprivation&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From the post in the link up there, it says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Many teens who sleep less than 8-9 hours suffer with irritability, mood swings and even depression.  Sleep deprivation is also linked with poor health, social withdrawal and more accidents.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that explains everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Information come from &lt;a href="http://teens.webmd.com/common-sleep-disorders-teens" target="_blank"&gt;WebMD&lt;/a&gt; and it says there that on average, teens need about &lt;u&gt;8.5 to 9.5 hours of sleep each night&lt;/u&gt;.  If you fall asleep at&lt;b&gt; 10 PM&lt;/b&gt;, you'd need to sleep until &lt;b&gt;7 AM&lt;/b&gt; to meet this requirement.  This is not always possible because in some cases, teens need to get up earlier for school or some other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I once read a random fact that&lt;i&gt; people who get up by 7 AM are happier than those who don't&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From now on, I'll try my best to sleep earlier.  It's vacation and I should get enough rest.  And speaking of vacation, I have only &lt;b&gt;four days&lt;/b&gt; left.  I should finish all my homework by today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, since I can't catch sleep, I played dress-up games.  These girls are so kawaii!  I like playing dress-up games because the clothes are cute as well as the hairstyles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/dressupdolls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like playing dress-up games since &lt;i&gt;first year high school&lt;/i&gt;.  In one of the first blog posts I have, I posted a girl I dressed up and the clothes looked tacky with the beret, see-through purple stockings, white long-sleeved top with ruffles and a red vest.  It's true, &lt;b&gt;taste in clothing do change&lt;/b&gt;.  I think the girl at that post was way too overdressed.  Not my type anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need to sleep now.  Yes.  Healthy living starts tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT @ 5:17 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came across a cute cartoon at &lt;u&gt;Cartoon Network&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;b&gt; Adventure Time&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/tumblr_lwk214pPE71qcr3blo1_500_large.gif" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finn the Human and Jake the Dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/20011520" target="_blank"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-400452051562299071?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/400452051562299071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=400452051562299071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/400452051562299071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/400452051562299071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/12/sleep-deprivation.html' title='Sleep Deprivation'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-213079680740523592</id><published>2011-12-28T17:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T19:27:18.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>Forget about everything and run away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cats.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know if things will work out as how I expect them to.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope this will turn out well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please tell me everything will be alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="530" height="299" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ac3HkriqdGQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://www.itwasneversummer.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-213079680740523592?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/213079680740523592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=213079680740523592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/213079680740523592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/213079680740523592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/12/forget-about-everything-and-run-away.html' title='Forget about everything and run away'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ac3HkriqdGQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-1528604582352765079</id><published>2011-12-27T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:50:01.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Doing Nothing</title><content type='html'>Geez.  &lt;u&gt;Six whole days left before classes resume&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We're now on the&lt;b&gt; 361st day&lt;/b&gt; of 2011 and I've got nothing to do.  There are actually a lot of things I should be doing now (school stuff) but I keep on moving it to the next day.  I don't want to cram on the few days before &lt;b&gt;January 3rd&lt;/b&gt;, so I'll be doing everything &lt;i&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Really, I should.  No kidding.  If I have to take the whole day, I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now let me introduce you... the cute, fluffy, detachable-nosed stuffed toy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*drumroll*....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MR. BEAR&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/mrbear.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know, he's clearly not a bear but a &lt;b&gt;PANDA&lt;/b&gt;.  But I named him Mr. Bear because that name is not so cheesy and he'd look like a teddy bear anyway if he wasn't black and white.  He turned one year old twelve days ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mr. Bear is from a very close friend of mine.  Thank you for everything.  You're always there for me and I appreciate it.  I apologize because Mr. Bear's nose isn't fixed yet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know who you are. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/bibi%20smileys/bibi1004_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've really got nothing to do.  I hate this feeling.  I'm bored and yet I won't bother do anything.  Well yes, right now I'm blogging and Tumblring, but I just find it boring.  I don't have anything good to blog (and never had).  I hate how I waste everyday by waking up late.  Today, I woke up at &lt;b&gt;11:50 AM&lt;/b&gt;.  That is way too late, right?  Just about time for lunch and that isn't healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/game.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just played a Christmas game in Y8 because I'm bored.  Room decorating.  Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-1528604582352765079?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/1528604582352765079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=1528604582352765079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1528604582352765079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1528604582352765079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/12/doing-nothing.html' title='Doing Nothing'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/bibi%20smileys/th_bibi1004_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-6795573566826971004</id><published>2011-12-26T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T22:41:45.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi! &lt;b&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/b&gt; to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is a &lt;u&gt;Christmas photo&lt;/u&gt; with my cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cousins.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there's a dog there that I really like.  He's nice but shy.  His name is &lt;b&gt;Teng&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/TENG.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-6795573566826971004?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/6795573566826971004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=6795573566826971004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6795573566826971004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6795573566826971004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-215917751290482131</id><published>2011-12-23T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T21:38:31.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/tumblr_lvyn5wnPwc1r3761so1_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/tumblr_lvyn5wnPwc1r3761so2_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/tumblr_lvyn5wnPwc1r3761so3_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 days before Christmas!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, we were at my cousin's wedding.  I ain't got much to tell about that, though.  Right now I don't have anything in mind to blog so here goes nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_0069.jpg" width="330" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other night, I had nothing to do so I just got my &lt;u&gt;sketch pad&lt;/u&gt; and drew &lt;i&gt;cakes&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;cupcakes&lt;/i&gt; and whatever.  Too bad I don't have colors for them, I just had the lame pencil shading. And yes, my cakes look lame, too.  What do I expect. They look nothing like real cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The cake drawing thing is inspired by an episode from AXN's &lt;b&gt;Hair Battle Spectacular&lt;/b&gt; in which the theme is &lt;b&gt;wedding cake&lt;/b&gt; and they have all these tall fake wedding cakes made of mostly hair and some other stuff on the heads of their models.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/hair-battle-spectacular-fingaz-weding-cake-inspired-fantasy-hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so random, am I not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, since I've been talking about &lt;b&gt;cakes&lt;/b&gt; in this post, let me go on and talk a little more about cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someday, I want to draw cakes as beautiful as this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/ana-parzych-custom-cakes-natalie-portman-wedding-cake-sketch-wc0511-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then maybe, start a business with cakes and all the sweet fondant stuff! I think it's cool to have something like that drawn on paper and turned into actual cake.  Most of the cakes with &lt;b&gt;fondant&lt;/b&gt; sheets are too beautiful to eat.  Like this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/fondant-cakes12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't think I'd dare to be the one to slice it first. It's so beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Photos: &lt;a href="http://mareluna3001.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cakesupplycompany.com/" target="_blank"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-215917751290482131?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/215917751290482131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=215917751290482131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/215917751290482131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/215917751290482131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='Cake'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-7573869294108209132</id><published>2011-12-20T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:38:47.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>Places to Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/tumblr_lvzrlzQE941r0xymto1_500_large.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How fulfilling it would be to go from one place to another and to enjoy everything there is to see and feel.  That is what I want to do if I were given the chance to travel to the places I longed to be at.  I want to go to a place, experience it with a touristic fervor, write about it, draw or paint what I see or feel about the place, take photographs, and see it in a completely different way, like an art form which people don't see very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;These are the things I would be doing if I were to travel:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/heart06.gif" /&gt; Walk around, sit on park benches, observe people go by on their daily lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/heart06.gif" /&gt; Take photographs as if it were for postcards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/heart06.gif" /&gt; Read books and reviews about the place and explore it on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/heart06.gif" /&gt; Mark on the place's map the spots I've gone to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/heart06.gif" /&gt; Sit on a cafe booth and write random stuff about the place while looking out the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/heart06.gif" /&gt; Eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/heart06.gif" /&gt; Draw, paint, or write about the place in my hotel room, or flat, or wherever I stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/heart06.gif" /&gt; Buy and read books, magazines and newspapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/heart06.gif" /&gt; Try to learn their language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/heart06.gif" /&gt; Visit museums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/tumblr_lu5am44hjE1qh6ozxo1_500_large.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/tumblr_ktsc80nukh1qa08mvo1_500_large.png" width="260" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/tumblr_lrxvjeBlWW1r36d4oo1_500_large.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/5698258493_5946db430b_b_large.jpg" width="260" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/tumblr_lsct6jUZZV1r010fmo1_500_large.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are particular places I want to go to; on top of them all is &lt;u&gt;Paris, France&lt;/u&gt;.  I don't know why I'm so attracted to this beautiful city but I would really like to go there someday to experience its beauty and immerse in its splendid culture. The photos above are of &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Eiffel Tower in France&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;The London Clock Tower in England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Colosseum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span&gt; &lt;b&gt;St. Peter's Basilica in Italy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;New York City in the USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I still have a lot of places that I wanted to go to especially in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, like &lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cebu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Puerto Princesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vigan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Davao&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, to name a few.  But most of the places I want to go to and experience are in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  I think Europe is such a lovely place because of the richness of its culture and one can see it through the old picturesque structures that have intricate and romantic details.  The basilicas look gorgeous and historic at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I'll go to these places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/paris.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/19669690" target="_blank"&gt;T&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/19636979" target="_blank"&gt;R&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1742102" target="_blank"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/18324453" target="_blank"&gt;V&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/19437342" target="_blank"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/15468799" target="_blank"&gt;L&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3640424853979961708-7573869294108209132?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/7573869294108209132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=7573869294108209132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7573869294108209132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7573869294108209132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/12/places-to-go.html' title='Places to Go'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-5234784783143784255</id><published>2011-12-18T23:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T21:43:02.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Malamig. As in COLD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello. Ito ako ngayon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/Picture1606.jpg" width="330" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yun nga, break ko na pero &lt;i&gt;wala akong magawang matino&lt;/i&gt;. Ang dami kong gustong gawin pero wala akong magawa. Marami akong plano pero di ko alam kung masusunod. Baka masayang lang ang &lt;b&gt;dalawang linggong break&lt;/b&gt; ko kung ang gagawin ko lang ay mag-net, matulog, manood ng TV, maglaro, at kung anu-ano pang bagay na pampalipas-oras lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wala rin akong makausap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minsan nakakapagod na ring makipag-usap sa sarili.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kasi alam mo na isasagot ng kausap mo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wala nang thrill, kumbaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nakakabagot.  &lt;b&gt;Unang araw pa lang ito&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di ko alam, pero di ko pa talaga ramdam ang Pasko sa ngayon.  Oo na, malamig na.  Kaso bakit may ulan pang kasama?  Hindi kagandahan para sa nalalapit na Pasko ang nangyari sa &lt;u&gt;Cagayan de Oro&lt;/u&gt; noong weekend.  Bumagyo kasi.  At maraming napinsala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pag-usapan ulit natin ang bakasyon ko.  &lt;u&gt;15 days&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anong magagawa ko sa loob ng 15 days?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aalamin ko pa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/tumblr_lwenb7Irkn1qjzvcco1_500_large.png" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi, &lt;b&gt;Mickey Mouse&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;b&gt;Minnie Mouse&lt;/b&gt;.  Ang cute niyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/19569812" target="_blank"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT @ 12:56 AM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost A Lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Fine Frenzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Should have known you'd bring me heartache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-5234784783143784255?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/5234784783143784255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=5234784783143784255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/5234784783143784255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/5234784783143784255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello.html' title='Malamig. As in COLD.'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-5385509479252559746</id><published>2011-12-18T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T13:02:49.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Break!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm officially on &lt;b&gt;Christmas break&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was busy in the last week of classes because of Nat Sci 1 exam, an abstract artwork for Art Stud 1 and the fast-paced life in the university before the &lt;u&gt;Lantern Parade&lt;/u&gt; on the 16th, Friday.  I just got home before lunch and now I'm officially on Christmas break! &lt;i&gt;But there are lots of stuff I still have to do this break...&lt;/i&gt; I just have to finish them before the 25th, or at the latest, before New Year's Eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm still looking for &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; things to do, though... &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/bibi%20smileys/bibi1004_019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-5385509479252559746?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/5385509479252559746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=5385509479252559746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/5385509479252559746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/5385509479252559746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-break.html' title='Christmas Break!!!'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/bibi%20smileys/th_bibi1004_019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-8878478990824119247</id><published>2011-12-05T17:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:11:47.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><title type='text'>Berryknots' 5th year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/tumblr_lv7jtxTkYW1qj515ro1_500.gif" div="" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Five years ago, I was a &lt;i&gt;first year high school student&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;who, in the middle of a cold &lt;b&gt;December&lt;/b&gt; evening, decided to make a blog in &lt;u&gt;Blogspot&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now, I'm on my &lt;u&gt;318th post&lt;/u&gt; in this blog, celebrating the &lt;b&gt;five-year&lt;/b&gt; existence of &lt;b&gt;Berryknots&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/birthdaybk2.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In this blog, I have told anything there is to tell, even the simplest, littlest thing there is.  In my first few posts five years ago, I randomly told stories about &lt;i&gt;school, colds and fever, chocolates, and movies&lt;/i&gt;.  I was then  &lt;u&gt;13 years old&lt;/u&gt; and posted stuff that a typical thirteen year-old would normally post.  Time went by and there are different things I posted about.  A lot of posts are &lt;u&gt;too embarrassing to read&lt;/u&gt; that I feel &lt;i&gt;goosebumps&lt;/i&gt; whenever I remember those or when someone mentions it to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some things do change through the years, yes, that's true. But here I am, &lt;b&gt;a girl of legal age&lt;/b&gt;, still blogging about &lt;i&gt;fruit cakes and cats and rabbits&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cakebk2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 5th birthday, Berryknots!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking forward to more years together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3640424853979961708-8878478990824119247?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/8878478990824119247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=8878478990824119247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8878478990824119247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8878478990824119247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/12/berryknots-5th-year.html' title='Berryknots&apos; 5th year!'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-8679668783655933421</id><published>2011-12-03T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T10:35:11.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>I want a cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi! I'm back. I can't believe it, there are &lt;b&gt;22 days&lt;/b&gt; left before &lt;u&gt;Christmas Day&lt;/u&gt;! I can barely feel it, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing I miss about Christmas is &lt;b&gt;FRUIT CAKE&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I made fruit cake in y8.com today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cake-1.png" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want a fruit cake like that... the fruit cake I eat on Christmas season is the brown one with nuts and fruits and wine inside, not like that one above.  I don't know where I can find cakes like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-8679668783655933421?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/8679668783655933421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=8679668783655933421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8679668783655933421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8679668783655933421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-want-cake.html' title='I want a cake!'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-8256614833240524539</id><published>2011-12-01T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T18:43:15.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>Learn to Bake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/6352996915_7d37a3f3dd_z_large.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/18533285" target="_blank"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-8256614833240524539?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/8256614833240524539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=8256614833240524539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8256614833240524539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8256614833240524539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/12/learn-to-bake.html' title='Learn to Bake'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-2965441086606978110</id><published>2011-11-27T22:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T22:32:20.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/Picture1571.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/Picture1570.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/Picture1578.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ate another&lt;b&gt; KitKat&lt;/b&gt; tonight.  &lt;i&gt;YUMMM!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And took a couple of pictures.  I should be sleeping now because I need to get up early tomorrow.  But I'm watching &lt;b&gt;Gandang Gabi Vice&lt;/b&gt; with my sister at the living room.  It feels good to watch funny shows like that because I get to laugh a lot.  I feel good when I laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey, it's been a long time since I last used smileys!  &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/bibi%20smileys/bibi1004_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't think the smiley looks good here...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm.  The bunnies are doing great, yes.  They finished half a carrot today!  I took them out of their cage and let them hop around freely on the yard.  They like the grass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A funny photo to wrap this post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/tumblr_lv2jwemztu1qaobbko1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/18399288" target="_blank"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-2965441086606978110?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/2965441086606978110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=2965441086606978110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2965441086606978110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2965441086606978110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/bibi%20smileys/th_bibi1004_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-3300314202454163256</id><published>2011-11-26T19:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T17:27:33.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>BUNNIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was really excited to go home this weekend because Mommy bought two &lt;b&gt;rabbits&lt;/b&gt;, which of course, one of the animals I like to have as a pet.  It's pretty interesting too, that I dreamed about rabbits last night&lt;i&gt; (because I was so so so excited!)&lt;/i&gt; and just couldn't wait till I get home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I have another homework to do for &lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;CWTS class&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and that's another mapping activity and we have to make our own &lt;b&gt;Drupal Gardens&lt;/b&gt; site.  Ever heard of that site?  I haven't.  It's more dynamic and more professional than Blogspot and it is used to design web pages (like for the College of Engineering) and it is easier to manage layouts because it has a &lt;i&gt;WYSIWIG interface&lt;/i&gt; as well as &lt;i&gt;HTML&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I kinda enjoy CWTS class this sem because we are doing cool online stuff like the &lt;i&gt;crowdmap&lt;/i&gt;.  For this morning's class, we were taught how to make a Drupal Gardens site, how to mark places on Google Maps, and we also watched interesting videos related to &lt;b&gt;Ushahidi&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/" title="Ideas worth spreading"&gt;TED&lt;/a&gt;.  Of the three video talks we watched, I liked &lt;i&gt;Clay Shirky's&lt;/i&gt; the most. You guys should watch it, too.  You'll surely learn something new and interesting.  There are different categories there that may suit your interests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, with the &lt;b&gt;bunnies&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We named the rabbits&lt;b&gt; Daniella&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Daniel&lt;/b&gt;.  Mommy said the rabbits ate a lot on their first night (which was last night) and finished half a cabbage.  Now that's a lot!  When we got home, I went straight to the garage and took the bunnies out of the cage to touch them.  Aww.  Soft bunnies!  I'd die of their cuteness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/daniella-daniel.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched them eat and make small steps in their cage.  Daniel even licked Daniella's fur.  Aww.  Also, their mouths and noses keep on moving.  They made no sounds at all.  I had brought by the cage my kitten, &lt;b&gt;Tippy&lt;/b&gt;, and she only just looked at the bunnies.  I think Tippy is jealous because I played with the bunnies first before I played with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I made &lt;b&gt;PET PROFILES&lt;/b&gt; for the bunnies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/daniella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daniella &lt;/b&gt;is the white, female rabbit, and as Mom told me over the phone last night, Daniella is the &lt;i&gt;more active one&lt;/i&gt; who gets out of the cage often (until they installed the screen today) and hops around.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/daniel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daniel&lt;/b&gt; is the brown, male rabbit who is&lt;i&gt; more timid&lt;/i&gt; and is not as hyperactive as Daniella.  This afternoon, I watched him eat cabbage and he is so cute!  I like his color a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm very happy and thankful to my parents for finally allowing me to have rabbits at home. Yay!  The rabbits are so cute I want to squeeze them (but of course, I can't and shouldn't).  I love how the rabbits can't stop chewing and moving their noses and mouths, and how soft their hairs are.  They feel like cotton balls on my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-3300314202454163256?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/3300314202454163256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=3300314202454163256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3300314202454163256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3300314202454163256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/bunnies.html' title='BUNNIES!'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-7932422709114318106</id><published>2011-11-25T10:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T12:03:14.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>crowdmap-ing</title><content type='html'>I'm at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;TLC&lt;/b&gt; right now, finishing my &lt;u&gt;CWTS homework&lt;/u&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.crowdmap.com/" target="_blank"&gt;crowdmap.com&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm almost done with it. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/Screenshot2011-11-25at102039AM.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is how one of the portions in crowdmap looks like.  By the way, that image above is the map of the &lt;b&gt;University of the Philippines Diliman&lt;/b&gt; (UP Diliman). That red marker is where my dorm is located, and that is my starting point.  I have to mark at least fifteen places in the map and describe it.  I've chosen  to mark buildings, shops, jeepney stops, and food stalls or diners.  It's pretty difficult because I have to indicate the range of prices there.  Anyway, I enjoy doing it because I get to mark places which most people didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have class at 1 PM today and that's English 12.  Last day of Gilgamesh today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY, IT'S FRIDAAAY!!!&lt;br /&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/3640424853979961708-7932422709114318106?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/7932422709114318106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=7932422709114318106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7932422709114318106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7932422709114318106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/crowdmap-ing.html' title='crowdmap-ing'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-4030980284071656818</id><published>2011-11-20T12:57:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T23:41:07.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>Paperwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/tumblr_lhnlm4Fmdz1qgb44h.gif" align="left" width="120" style="text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so disappointed about my &lt;b&gt;English 12&lt;/b&gt; paper.  I stayed up until 1 AM doing that paper and the next day I found out I have to revise it.  Or to do it all over again.  No. No.  Noooo!  Me not likey.  It's Sunday now and I have all the time and the internet connection to do it and yet I'm slacking and blogging instead.  My mind is not yet up to it.  I grew so tired of writing my paper the other night and now I'm going to rewrite it?  NO.  My head hurts on the very thought of writing another paper about the same thing.  Really, this is making me feel tired.  All I want to do now is to sleep.  I have to get back the sleep I lost when I spent the night writing my paper.  Anyway, I'll do it later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moving on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M SO SLEEPY&lt;/b&gt; -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel so tired I can't even blog properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT @ 8:06 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finally got enough sleep today... Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And still, I'm not done with my English 12 paper.  And &lt;b&gt;Art Studies 2&lt;/b&gt;. I'm worried now... BUT I'll be doing that soon.  Maybe after posting this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to share an inspiring verse from the Bible.  This made my day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/02.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With other news, I was wandering in some of my friends' photo albums in Facebook and found our retreat pictures in &lt;b style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Ara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;'s albums.  It's been two years ago and I terribly miss our high school days!  I feel sad when I look at those photos because much time had already passed by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/21839_232118738408_725673408_3228681_7111855_n.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/16239_222045313408_725673408_3189786_2123907_n.jpg" width="260" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/16239_222211943408_725673408_3190465_1714942_n.jpg" width="260&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/21839_232118768408_725673408_3228686_7469195_n.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Photo credits to &lt;b&gt;Ara&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I also watched the videos my classmates made before we graduated high school.  I feel butterflies in my stomach whenever I watch those.  Aww, nostalgia.  The cold Christmas-y air reminds me of the unforgettable days in high school.  If I could go back there... I would.  Haha.  You know, it feels great to have seatmates whom you sit with the whole day and laugh with when something funny suddenly comes up in class.  And then you and your seatmates would hide your faces in books and bags, laughing uncontrollably.  Then there are also those busy nights that even if you are busy, you love doing schoolwork. &lt;b&gt; I MISS THOSE DAYS&lt;/b&gt;! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to reality.  I should be doing my paper now.  Procrastinating again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-4030980284071656818?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/4030980284071656818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=4030980284071656818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4030980284071656818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4030980284071656818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/paperwork.html' title='Paperwork'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-4804988400968219481</id><published>2011-11-19T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:28:47.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>Rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/a4c6406110251e7210f7730_large.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/17926279" target="_blank"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-4804988400968219481?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/4804988400968219481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=4804988400968219481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4804988400968219481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4804988400968219481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/rabbit.html' title='Rabbit'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-121404001208301873</id><published>2011-11-18T20:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:27:21.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Nothing To Declare 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_9651.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Opening of the art exhibit, &lt;b&gt;Nothing To Declare 2011&lt;/b&gt; at the Vargas Museum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For more info, visit &lt;a href="http://www.nothing2declare2011.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Nothing To Declare 2011&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-121404001208301873?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/121404001208301873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=121404001208301873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/121404001208301873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/121404001208301873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/nothing-to-declare-2011.html' title='Nothing To Declare 2011'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-4464705557679229727</id><published>2011-11-14T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T12:48:29.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Hey, Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finally made it to&lt;b&gt; Quezon Memorial Circle&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was kinda late though because I rode a bus that will drop me off at Philcoa (much nearer but more expensive!).  I planned on picking up my CW 10 readings but it wasn't available yet... and so I decided to have a really late lunch!  It was already 3:30 PM when I stepped into the Japanese-Korean diner, &lt;b&gt;Mashitta&lt;/b&gt;.  I ordered my favorite,&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;California Maki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/maki.jpg" width="250" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/mashitta.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eight pieces of California Maki and I'm there, all alone, trying to finish it all by myself.  HAHA!  It took me quite a long time... while I was sitting at the far-end booth, I was doodling and taking random pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then in a little while, I went to Quezon Memorial Circle and started taking photos.  I waited for the lights to turn on... It rained and it doesn't feel really good because my feet were wet.  Oh well.  Here is my favorite shot of the tower and this'll definitely go straight to the &lt;b&gt;Postcards&lt;/b&gt; folder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_9477.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-4464705557679229727?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/4464705557679229727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=4464705557679229727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4464705557679229727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4464705557679229727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/hey-monday.html' title='Hey, Monday!'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-4984411977947381053</id><published>2011-11-14T10:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T10:38:37.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Running Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/1263865-9-1318966997394_large.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ohmygosh.  I should be in the university by now, or in&lt;b&gt; Quezon Memorial Circle&lt;/b&gt;, doing my part for my &lt;b&gt;Art Studies 2&lt;/b&gt; class.  I should have been in the dorm since yesterday but there was a sudden change of plans.  Now I am behind schedule.  I have to cancel my QMC trip today and maybe move it some other time before Thursday.  Geez.  I hope I could still make it there today.  Anyway, I'm still not ready to leave 'cause I haven't prepared yet, but my stuff are already packed.  Gosh.  I wasted so much time slacking.  I haven't touched my English 12 readings, which is &lt;b&gt;Gilgamesh&lt;/b&gt;, and today I'll be picking up my Creative Writing 10 readings and read the first three for tomorrow or else I'll be hurled out of class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The picture above is from &lt;b&gt;weheartit.com&lt;/b&gt;, where most of my photos in my recent posts come from.  I can't help myself mentioning this because I wrote a short research paper the other night about &lt;b&gt;plagiarism&lt;/b&gt; and according to the &lt;b&gt;Free Merriam-Webster Dictionary&lt;/b&gt;, to plagiarize is &lt;b&gt;"[to] use (another production) without crediting the source."&lt;/b&gt;  So from now on, whenever I take some photos from weheartit, I'll give credit on it.  I'm very sorry I haven't done that before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It looks like it would rain anytime soon. I hope not. I left my umbrella in the dorm. Oh well, time to get ready now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-4984411977947381053?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/4984411977947381053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=4984411977947381053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4984411977947381053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4984411977947381053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/running.html' title='Running Late'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-4278928232349565995</id><published>2011-11-13T02:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T11:54:46.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's funny whenever I think about how attracted I was to you before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched you dance, and sing karaoke songs, and do funny things... and yet the feeling stays the same, or almost the same.  But why was I so attracted?  That, I didn't know.  I liked how we talked before, how we shared secrets or talked about those nights when we can't catch sleep, how we both liked Chowder a lot, how we both liked Letter Day Story, how we are both saying words that are too vague to be understood, and those days you called me Lenka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those were just memories, and I'm glad that it turned that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's sad, of course, that we never talked for months, even on those times when we meet, as if something so bad had come between us.  As far as I know, there's nothing but only that dilemma within me: I used to have a crush on you.  I don't know.  I liked you.  That's it.  But I don't want to go beyond that.  I'm happy and contented as how things turned out to be as they are right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If only we can talk again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT @ 3:09 AM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was thinking about the first year we were together.  We didn't talk much.  But on the second and the last year, we did.  I don't remember how it started.  But I remember those times I was marching and you were there smiling at me.  I was smiling back, of course, and giggling, almost laughing, about how silly I was.  That scene is still playing vividly on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then those nights we talked on messenger, which was basically, about random stuff.  You asked me to edit photos for you, and you said you're checking my Tumblr, and even said you'll check on it when you're bored.  I wonder if you're still doing that, but I doubt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the conversation got deeper.  You talked about the person you admire, which you might have assumed I knew who.  Well yes I did, and I knew it wasn't me.  I tried not to assume, but I was not really sure about that.  You never told me.  Then, I talked about the person I was wanting to "forget."  I don't know if you knew, or if you even had the slightest idea that it was you who I was talking about all along.  Those posts you read on my Tumblr were all for you.  With exaggerations of course, for a more emphatic expression.  But yes, they're for you.  You asked me that one night when you took me for a dance, about for whom were the posts for.  I refused to tell you for only one simple reason: it was you.  I remember how you insisted to know who that person is, how you asked if that person goes to the same school as we.  Of course, I said "no."  And that ended the conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still feel weird when I remember those days.  Just now I thought about moving on, forget about it.  How foolish I was.  Now we barely talk.  We're not as close anymore.  Things had changed but I'm fine with that.  It's all we could ever be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-4278928232349565995?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/4278928232349565995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=4278928232349565995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4278928232349565995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4278928232349565995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/crush.html' title='Crush'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-1662455215009517581</id><published>2011-11-09T14:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T20:10:15.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>Attic Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/attic.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-1662455215009517581?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/1662455215009517581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=1662455215009517581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1662455215009517581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1662455215009517581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/attic-room.html' title='Attic Room'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-2072840112995604807</id><published>2011-11-07T22:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T12:52:34.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Mall Hangout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was the last day of my vacation because tomorrow will be enrollment (again) and on&lt;b&gt; Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;, it's already start of classes.  So, for the last day of may vac, my sister and I went to the mall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We actually went to the mall for something important and spent the rest of the afternoon strolling around, looking for clothes, bags, shoes, and other stuff.  We first went to &lt;b&gt;ATC&lt;/b&gt; and then to &lt;b&gt;Festival Mall&lt;/b&gt;.  My sister and I had fun going around and looking for all sorts of stuff.  Then we went into &lt;b&gt;Daiso&lt;/b&gt; and I found and bought this cute &lt;b&gt;undated planner&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's really cute and it's &lt;b&gt;pink&lt;/b&gt;!  While we were in Daiso, I kept on flipping on the pages of this planner because the pictures inside of it look great.  Also, there are tons of cute stuff in Daiso... I wish I have them.  Anyway, this little planner is enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/daiso-planner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went into different apparel stores as well as the department store.  We should have bought a pair of shoes but sadly, there were no sizes available for us.  Oh welll.  We wrapped up the mall hangout with a KitKat Blizzard from &lt;b&gt;Dairy Queen&lt;/b&gt;.  I have been craving for KitKat in the past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll be back to the university... I should be packing my stuff up. Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-2072840112995604807?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/2072840112995604807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=2072840112995604807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2072840112995604807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2072840112995604807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/mall-hangout.html' title='Mall Hangout!'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-5670203428567059157</id><published>2011-11-05T14:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T14:15:03.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>Fly an airplane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/4148122359_393349e250_z_large.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always wanted to be a pilot someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-5670203428567059157?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/5670203428567059157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=5670203428567059157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/5670203428567059157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/5670203428567059157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/fly-airplane.html' title='Fly an airplane'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-5884526352607610745</id><published>2011-11-04T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:09:51.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Long Queues and Walks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First day of enrollment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As usual, there are the long queues for almost every process you have to go through.  I arrived at the university at around 8:30 AM and I went to DCS to have my ineligibility case fixed.  Thank God, I was readmitted to the department.  I am very happy about that.  I then cancelled my CS 32 slot and went on searching for another GE class.  Good thing I got a slot at the draw lots of Nat Sci 1 class.  Only twenty slots are available and it's really a matter of luck to get one.  Sadly, I got a Creative Writing class cancelled accidentally (I suppose, since I didn't cancel it).  I'll fix that on Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time to rest! I'm so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-5884526352607610745?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/5884526352607610745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=5884526352607610745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/5884526352607610745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/5884526352607610745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/long-queues-and-walks.html' title='Long Queues and Walks'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-1578930916074538825</id><published>2011-11-03T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T22:22:42.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>Bicycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/6021381983_14d167a5f4_z_large.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-1578930916074538825?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/1578930916074538825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=1578930916074538825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1578930916074538825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1578930916074538825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/bicycle.html' title='Bicycle'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-7225179839962389272</id><published>2011-11-03T03:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T03:23:06.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>Life is So Unfair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's a new problem:  I might be ineligible to my college, too.  I just want to quit...  I mean, look, it's not making sense to me anymore.  I only passed 8 out of 18 units I enlisted last semester.  I might be under probation in my college, or ineligible... I don't know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a bad student I am... This is not the Lara I used to know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why is life so unfair to me?  Why are all things not coming my way?  I just want to disappear.  I want all these to end.  It's getting painful each day to know that I might not be making a good future anyway.  I'm wasting time and money... and I can no longer bear these failures I experience... I want to start anew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really do... but I think it's too late for that now.  My transcript has a lot of damage now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know what to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-7225179839962389272?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/7225179839962389272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=7225179839962389272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7225179839962389272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7225179839962389272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-is-so-unfair.html' title='Life is So Unfair'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-6422510520764182573</id><published>2011-11-03T01:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T02:06:54.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a couple of minutes ago, I learned that I failed the removal exam for &lt;b&gt;CS 30&lt;/b&gt;.  Now I got a grade of &lt;b&gt;5.0&lt;/b&gt; for that.  That is not good... Really, it isn't.  I need good grades for shifting, and if I wouldn't be able to shift this coming April, then I wouldn't shift at all.  Maybe I'll go find another college that can admit me.  But if there isn't any, then I'll just go back to taking &lt;b&gt;Computer Science&lt;/b&gt; and learn to love it again.  But I am really worried about the machine problems I'll be dealing with soon, especially with the CS 32 machine problems... I haven't done any MP in that course so I dropped it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll be off later to the university to make arrangements about my ineligibility in the department.  I'll be with &lt;b&gt;Joya&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;who has the same situation as me.  I adore her positive outlook in life even though she failed courses this past semester, too.  I just can't be that positive because I am very much stressed about everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, this is my &lt;b&gt;300th post&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/300.png" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel so confused now.  I don't know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-6422510520764182573?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/6422510520764182573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=6422510520764182573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6422510520764182573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6422510520764182573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-911528414960921512</id><published>2011-11-02T14:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T15:03:17.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>Life is a Maze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/299116_165742440187026_164498823644721_310581_2059061812_n_large.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've really got nothing to do right now.   I'm still on my vacation and I will be out of it starting &lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;, because that's when enrollment starts, and it's such a long process that I have to spend the whole day in the campus, waiting in line.  And another thing I worry about, I'm not really sure what to do this semester.  I am &lt;b&gt;ineligible to enroll&lt;/b&gt; in my department and that's something I have to fix right away.  Or I should just wait for my grade in CS 30 and if it all goes right, I am now eligible, without all the paperwork to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just want to cry, that's all.  Sometimes I think I just can't handle all this anymore.  I need to start it all over.  Or maybe I'm just too stressed that all I see is the negative.  I am hoping that I could shift to &lt;b&gt;Architecture &lt;/b&gt;next year.  I want to be there, I really do.  But sometimes I think that &lt;b&gt;Computer Science &lt;/b&gt;is what I really want.  I'm so damn scared of machine problems.  I dropped a course because I can't even finish one.  I thought I would have thought it over the break, and yet I'm still confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What to do?  I would keep on thinking about this until I finally make a decision that I'll be dedicated to follow.  I just can't wait here and let the made of life solve itself.  &lt;b&gt;I have to do something&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-911528414960921512?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/911528414960921512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=911528414960921512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/911528414960921512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/911528414960921512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-is-maze.html' title='Life is a Maze'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-713584237763970450</id><published>2011-10-28T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T15:12:22.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>DSLR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/photography_large.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-713584237763970450?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/713584237763970450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=713584237763970450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/713584237763970450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/713584237763970450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/10/dslr.html' title='DSLR'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-9196651264266224314</id><published>2011-10-25T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:40:14.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>Paris, France</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/5903185164_697328df9d_z_large.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someday I'll be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-9196651264266224314?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/9196651264266224314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=9196651264266224314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/9196651264266224314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/9196651264266224314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/10/paris.html' title='Paris, France'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-4663297239939281266</id><published>2011-10-25T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T13:56:43.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>Exams on a Sem-break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am studying for my exams this &lt;b&gt;Thursday and Friday&lt;/b&gt;.  In &lt;b&gt;Math 53 and CS 30&lt;/b&gt;, respectively.  I am somehow thankful that I still had a chance to pass those courses, but I feel bad or myself as well for not doing my best (or that my best wasn't enough) this semester.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If only I didn't procrastinate for the exams before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only I studied well enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If only...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-4663297239939281266?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/4663297239939281266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=4663297239939281266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4663297239939281266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4663297239939281266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/exams-on-sem-break.html' title='Exams on a Sem-break'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-5176996731830298708</id><published>2011-10-24T01:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T13:40:14.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Jane's Debut Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were on a car pool on the way to &lt;b&gt;Leslie's Restaurant&lt;/b&gt; in Alabang.  Dad drove us there.  I was with my Palindrome Sister Ana, Iella, Edward, Ralph, and Nonito.  Supposedly, the party would start at 5:30 PM, and yet we're still on the way there at 6:30 PM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, it was my soulmate &lt;b&gt;Jane's debut party&lt;/b&gt;.  She turned 18 three days before the party was held.  Her birthday party was also a reunion of sorts for Augustine '10, and Mamita was there too.  The venue was a picturesque scene, like it was pulled out from a fairy tale; it was definitely perfect for events like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/294628_2100392114206_1377532772_31920704_1396211169_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As usual, all of us who were there talked and laughed non-stop.  There were also some of my classmates I haven't seen in a while.  Our table was filled with laughter and stories from the different universities we're studying in.  Some of our classmates were outside, taking pictures of one another and talking about different things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/311789_2097667446091_1377532772_31918880_183896996_n.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were all waiting to see Jane.  When she finally went down the staircase, we had a toast for her, the debutante.  Dinner was served in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/301482_2097672446216_1377532772_31918891_1278310892_n.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I was part of the &lt;b&gt;18 candles&lt;/b&gt; and I gave out a message to Jane, along with the Biblical verse from &lt;b&gt;Matthew 6:34&lt;/b&gt;, which says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Therefore do not worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about its own things.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I messed up with the rest of the message, because I stuttered a lot.  After a while I already left because Daddy was already waiting outside for me, and he has work the next day, so he must be sleeping by now.  I said goodbye to my classmates and went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to &lt;b&gt;Janelle&lt;/b&gt; for the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-5176996731830298708?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/5176996731830298708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=5176996731830298708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/5176996731830298708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/5176996731830298708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/10/janes-debut-party.html' title='Jane&apos;s Debut Party'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-3704251649151740138</id><published>2011-10-22T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T00:29:52.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/tumblr_ltqfrxcB7p1qd7u8to1_500_large.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-3704251649151740138?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/3704251649151740138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=3704251649151740138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3704251649151740138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3704251649151740138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/10/house.html' title='House'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-710650789727146971</id><published>2011-10-20T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:11:27.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>Pink Flats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/tumblr_lqskdmKtOv1qae2g6o1_500_large.png" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-710650789727146971?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/710650789727146971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=710650789727146971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/710650789727146971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/710650789727146971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/10/pink-flats.html' title='Pink Flats'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-993845608187780739</id><published>2011-10-19T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T13:05:31.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Day Out with the Portable Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a long while, the &lt;b&gt;Portable Team&lt;/b&gt; met again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a cheesy name.  &lt;i&gt;Portable Team?&lt;/i&gt;  It was two years ago when we first had that name referring the three of us: &lt;b&gt;Ralph, Mariell, and I&lt;/b&gt;.  It had something to do with us being a team working on a &lt;u&gt;Visual Basic&lt;/u&gt; project for our Computer class, and we were trying our best to come up with the best works using only the &lt;i&gt;portable version of VB6&lt;/i&gt;.  That's the story of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yes, we went to &lt;b&gt;Festival Mall&lt;/b&gt;, went with Ralph to buy a very expensive game in Data Blitz, had lunch at a Korean fast food, and watched the movie, &lt;u&gt;No Other Woman&lt;/u&gt;.  Ralph also played Tekken in the arcades there, and he competed with a guy who never seemed to leave his seat.  The guy was so serious with the game, and he's kind of freaky because he wears black plains all over, and he was so damn good with the game.  Ralph didn't win against him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mariell went home at around 5 PM and Ralph and I looked for a gift for my soulmate, Jane, who's having a debut party on the 23rd.  He found a gift, I didn't.  Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How I missed the Portable Team!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-993845608187780739?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/993845608187780739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=993845608187780739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/993845608187780739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/993845608187780739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-out-with-portable-team.html' title='Day Out with the Portable Team'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-4250677900517534391</id><published>2011-10-17T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:40:14.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>Venice, Italy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/tumblr_lmfkh2dGXs1qg14pco1_500_large.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll ride a gondola and eat gelato in this part of Italia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-4250677900517534391?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/4250677900517534391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=4250677900517534391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4250677900517534391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4250677900517534391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/10/venice-italy.html' title='Venice, Italy'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-5314812883872092237</id><published>2011-10-12T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T12:41:58.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DCS'/><title type='text'>Overnight with Lavinia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have this &lt;b&gt;Final Requirement&lt;/b&gt; in CS 21 which is an ALU.  &lt;b&gt;ALU&lt;/b&gt; means &lt;b&gt;arithmetic logic unit&lt;/b&gt; and this is responsible for the various operations you do with, at the simplest note, a calculator.  Our final requirement is not actually a calculator, but an ALU with the operations AND, OR, XOR, and ADDITION that can be done in two 2-bit inputs .  Now that's too complicated to discuss so we'll skip that part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lavinia spent Tuesday overnight in my dorm's mess hall.  We occupied a long table there while in the same room were Architecture students who were busy with their plates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/lavinia.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had dinner first and went to soldering and doing all the complicated stuff.  Cha and I alternately soldered while Ren set up the components in the protoboard.  The soldering lead really smell bad and it's bad for the health.  We felt dizzy because of that.  We drank tea from &lt;b&gt;Cha Dao&lt;/b&gt; which was delivered to the dorm.  Thanks to the girl I just met that night... too bad I forgot her name.  She lives in the dorm, too, and Ren knows her.  She asked us if we wanted to order tea, so we did. I had &lt;b&gt;Wintermelon Milk Tea&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/heart06.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No sleep for us.  I was, at some point, feeling high, and dead-tired at the next.  We often went out for some air.  Then we talked about random stuff while working.  Until it was already morning and we stopped because we ran out of &lt;u&gt;soldering lead&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At around 7:30 AM, we're off to DCS to get some lead.  This was the first time I didn't have sleep for more than 24 hours.  My body is not used to this that I felt sick in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-5314812883872092237?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/5314812883872092237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=5314812883872092237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/5314812883872092237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/5314812883872092237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/10/overnight-with-lavinia.html' title='Overnight with Lavinia'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-4857435646642470107</id><published>2011-10-09T13:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T12:48:07.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DCS'/><title type='text'>Longest Exam Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Geez.  Yesterday, I had the &lt;u&gt;longest academic exam&lt;/u&gt; of my life.  It was an epic exam, really.  Actually, it wasn't that long considering it has a hundred points in it, and it has around 30 or 40 items in it.  In high school, we can manage a hundred-item exam in just an hour or so.  But this one was far too different.   Those items were so difficult that it took us &lt;b&gt;8 hours&lt;/b&gt; to finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was not the case of the majority of our batch, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The exam started at 4PM, and we were previously informed that the exam has no time pressure and constraints, thus we can spend so much time in it until we finish it or until we can't go on with it any longer.  We brought food and drinks and we were allowed to eat while the exam is on-going.  By 6pm, some were already hungry and they don't have food with them so &lt;b&gt;Sir Paul&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Sir Wilson&lt;/b&gt; made arrangements to have food delivered from &lt;u&gt;McDonald's&lt;/u&gt;.  By the way, our class, THYZ, was in CLR 2, and we were the only ones who were not in the Lecture Hall.  Sir Paul was our proctor and Sir Wilson often came by to talk to him.  Then when the orders were complete, Sir Paul had to separate similar orders so it would be organized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I was on my yellow part of the exam, I could hear Sir Paul saying &lt;i&gt;"Crispy chicken fillet sandwich, crispy chicken fillet with rice, chicken fillet sandwich... is the same with the crispy chicken fillet sandwich?"&lt;/i&gt; and all of us would giggle.  It was really a tough job for Sir Paul because some similar orders have different drinks to come with them.  We even heard him make a call to McDonald's to place the orders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When suddenly... McDonald's called back after ten minutes or so to tell him that he has to wait &lt;b&gt;90 minutes&lt;/b&gt; for the delivery.  So it was canceled, because they assumed that by then, a lot of students would have finished their exams and have gone home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wrong.  By that time, still a lot of the students were left answering exams.  It was already 9 PM.  Of course, there were the early finishers who had finished by 8 PM.  We were asked to transfer to the Lecture Hall.  I picked a seat near the window, and I shared the table with Rea, who was two seats away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sir Wilson was our proctor now, along with Sir Philip... time went by.  10 PM.  11 PM.  My cell phone kept on ringing but I won't answer it.  Some students were already leaving.  Until the clock hit midnight, and there were only the five of us taking the exam in the Lecture Hall, Sir Wilson, Sir Philip, and a lady who was with them.  I was already beginning to feel hopeless about the exam, and thought about just winging it and leave now.  I hadn't had breakfast for that day, not even lunch, and I had no dinner, too.  For that day, I only ate 2 sandwiches from Mini Stop.  I was so hungry and sleepy, and I had a bad headache.  &lt;b&gt;Until it was already 12:30 AM that we all decided to put an end on our exam&lt;/b&gt;.  We passed our papers and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cha's parents were there to pick her up, and Des and Julie were going with them.  They let me in the van and took me home to my dormitory.  If it wasn't for them, I might had been walking home and taking the dark roads of the campus well past midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found it difficult to fall asleep because I was feeling hungry and my head was terribly aching.  My parents picked me up this morning and we went to Megamall to buy Lavinia's stuff for the ALU.  Mom brought food for me which I ate along the way.  It felt good to finally eat something filling after more than twelve hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-4857435646642470107?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/4857435646642470107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=4857435646642470107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4857435646642470107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4857435646642470107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/10/longest-exam-ever.html' title='Longest Exam Ever'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-3519466143735262460</id><published>2011-09-29T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T11:29:08.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DCS'/><title type='text'>Lavinia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lavinia&lt;/b&gt; is not a person.  It's actually a group of people in my class in a major course.  Ren, Cha and I are the people in &lt;b&gt;Ang Paghihiganti ni Lavinia&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Lavinia's Revenge).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, we had lunch together at &lt;u&gt;KFC-Katipunan&lt;/u&gt; as what I had promised them last week.  They somehow made a way to make me continue with CS 21. Thank you! And for that, I treat them to a &lt;b&gt;Fully Loaded Tower Burger Meal&lt;/b&gt;.  Just as how they wished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_8202.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We spent 2 hours in a booth upstairs, where we were the first people to sit there that day.  It was almost lunch time then, and people were heading to KFC to grab a bite.  We worked on our CS 21 Homework and fooled around with the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In our CS 21 class, Sir Wilson arrived at around 4:30 PM (class starts at 4PM) and it was our last day of lecture.  Kind of sad because I only got 50% of the quiz (which was worth 5 points).  I was so careless.  Ohh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last picture on lecture day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_8285.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-3519466143735262460?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/3519466143735262460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=3519466143735262460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3519466143735262460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3519466143735262460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/09/lavinia.html' title='Lavinia'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-3349975680651326883</id><published>2011-09-04T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T13:48:49.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Legal Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I turned 18 today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This evening, we had dinner at &lt;b&gt;Max's Restaurant&lt;/b&gt; with the family and some friends.  We were a party of about twenty.  It was just a small celebration.  We ate there and have talks with the family and friends who went there to celebrate with us on the first day of my being on legal age.  I thank God for giving me another year.  I feel very blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Max's crew surprised me with their little ube ice cream and the Red Ribbon cake from Ate Joi.  They sang &lt;b&gt;"Happy Birthday"&lt;/b&gt; to me, and I was indeed surprised!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_7984.jpg" width="250" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_7993.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we all finished our meals and we're ready to leave, we took pictures all together and all who came greeted me happy birthday.  Then we went home and had some cake, the one my parents bought for me, with the Happy Birthday message and all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_8060.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 18th birthday to me! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-3349975680651326883?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/3349975680651326883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=3349975680651326883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3349975680651326883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3349975680651326883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/11/legal-age.html' title='Legal Age'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-1721239937346551282</id><published>2011-08-07T10:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T00:21:27.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>Kittens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/kittens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four kittens, and they're all two weeks old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-1721239937346551282?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/1721239937346551282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=1721239937346551282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1721239937346551282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1721239937346551282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2011/08/kittens.html' title='Kittens'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-2265062690281141118</id><published>2010-12-20T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T19:19:01.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Christmas Break Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm officially on vacation. Great news.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I brought back the layout I used to stick with for so long. The last time I used this was two years ago and it feels great to have my blog really simple-looking. I removed the links from my blog... I hope they don't mind 'cause I'm not into link exchange anymore. I am not even active with blogging and I now seldom go blog-hopping. See, I don't even update that much unlike before.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well anyway, so much for the blogging stuff, 2011 is just a few days away! Wishing everyone Happy Holidays. And yeah, Christmas is just 5 days away! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-2265062690281141118?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/2265062690281141118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=2265062690281141118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2265062690281141118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2265062690281141118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-break-day-3.html' title='Christmas Break Day 3'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-205991015426804171</id><published>2010-12-04T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:09:42.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Got done with Math 17 first exam this morning and I'm glad it wasn't as difficult as the one I had last semester.  Well, this is one of the several things I am grateful for, and yes I feel better now.  Though some part of me still feels confused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is a recent photo, taken about two weeks ago.  I'm getting skinnier and that's because of the gradual loss of appetite.  Not really sure why, but I'm going to find out soon.  I hardly finish a meal, and I don't really feel like eating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_3668.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, just early this evening I ate more than usual.  We had dinner at KFC and I had chicken steak with a cup of rice, a garden salad, and a brownie.  That may not sound that much but yeah, it felt kind of good to eat as much as that.  I haven't done that for months, and this is good news actually for I've been losing my appetite recently.  I hope I'll get better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tonight, since I don't have much to do this weekend, I played my recorder again.  I haven't done that for weeks 'cause I can't possibly play that in my dormitory.  I actually don't want them to see me play that instrument... maybe they can just hear it but not see me.  It makes me feel better whenever I play it especially when I play my favorite songs.  I hope I can play the flute.  Really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right now I don't feel like sleeping.  Maybe later, but not now.  Somehow, this is still a gray day.  I don't know, but there are still things that bother me; things I can't exactly point out.  Yeah.  This is a real problem.  Inside, I know what I think about.  I'm just afraid of saying it all here and so I'm sparing it all for my notebook, the pages I confide to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever shall I be the pages you need&lt;br /&gt;For you to write all your secrets that you hope I would keep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-205991015426804171?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/205991015426804171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=205991015426804171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/205991015426804171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/205991015426804171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/12/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-6465421244237782539</id><published>2010-11-29T12:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T12:35:07.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>November 29th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't want to be depressed anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost four weeks into the semester and things are looking up. Well, for the most part, I guess. But anyway, that's good news so I'm pretty happy about that. There are some problems, though. And those problems keep me awake at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what worries me so much that I can't get enough sleep at night. Maybe this is some sort of depression or something, but who knows? Do you know the feeling that you're thinking of a lot of things, and when you're asked to give just one of those, you don't know what to say? That's what I feel, and I think it's just an emotional breakdown. But this is weird for I suffer from this for like more than once in a week. Usually, this comes to me every two months or so... but recently it just happens very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also difficult to deal with especially I'm away from home and only go back on weekends. I stay in the dorm with lots of people around to keep me company. Unfortunately, that doesn't work for me. I still feel sad even if my friends are around me, even if we laugh so hard on funny things. This may be cliche, but deep inside me I'm crying. For a moment, I just want to be alone in a far place with no one around. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What makes this feeling worse is that it feels the same at home. I don't feel home anymore every weekend. It's now difficult to deal with stuff at home, especially with my parents and yes, even my siblings. At some point, I just want to stay in the dormitory. It's the same anyway. At least on weekends, I'll be alone in my room unless people from my floor come in. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just want to have some time alone. I need to think things over on my own. My mind is clouded with things I don't even know about. There's a storm inside me that won't stop bothering my mind. It's quite impossible to stay calm when everything inside me don't feel like it. No one understands me. They think I'm just overacting when I cry and so I don't want them to see me that way. I just want to be alone in a very, very far place and put everything back to normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-6465421244237782539?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/6465421244237782539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=6465421244237782539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6465421244237782539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6465421244237782539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-29th.html' title='November 29th'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-7854974542056080147</id><published>2010-11-14T10:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:12:29.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Chill</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The first week of the second semester in the university went well. But the weather's kinda cold in Diliman right this time and it's raining once in a while so it's sort of hard to get up early in the morning. On Wednesdays and Fridays, I have to wake up as early as 5am 'cause I have a 7am class, which is Geography 1. It's a really fun class, I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By the way, this is the ketchup thingy Dyan made for me the other day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_3530.jpg" width="330" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been wanting to do something with my dorm mates before Christmas break comes (which will be a month from now). It's a photo, actually. I just had this idea when we had a meeting in the PubComm about a photo contest. But sad to say, the photos shouldn't be manipulated. It can only be enhanced, though, but not manipulated. So there's quite no chance to have that photo included in the contest. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;Well anyway, I would still like to do that. Maybe with around 12 people in the photo... and this time I'm planning to use a widescreen photo dimension which is larger than usual (measures 4416 x 2480). I want to talk about this with my dorm mates so we could plan ahead and make certain arrangements. Oh yeah I'm excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-7854974542056080147?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/7854974542056080147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=7854974542056080147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7854974542056080147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7854974542056080147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/11/chill.html' title='Chill'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-308394460170158763</id><published>2010-11-01T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T19:30:41.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>Keeping Track</title><content type='html'>Hi, Berryknots!&amp;nbsp; I'm back! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The past few months had&amp;nbsp;been fun and crazy and busy and... everything you could just say.&amp;nbsp; I haven't blogged for so long since I closed my blog last April.&amp;nbsp; But yeah, I'm here again and will be posting... um, maybe not regularly but will still be.&amp;nbsp; I'm not promising, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll be busy starting this week, and I have an exam tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I'm actually studying for it the whole day but then my brain got really tired so I thought about posting in this blog!&amp;nbsp; Quite fun actually to read the old posts...&amp;nbsp; Makes me miss blogging more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And oh, I found interesting photos last night via Flickr. It's Halloween and so these cute&amp;nbsp;dogs get to have their fancy costumes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnGpNvEzsus/TM6gO25EMbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DY7st2ADaus/s1600/05+-+Lion-O.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnGpNvEzsus/TM6gO25EMbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DY7st2ADaus/s320/05+-+Lion-O.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnGpNvEzsus/TM6gRgzUreI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KkURqm52hmU/s1600/16+-+His+True+Self+Emerges.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnGpNvEzsus/TM6gRgzUreI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KkURqm52hmU/s320/16+-+His+True+Self+Emerges.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, right now I'm not feeling very happy.&amp;nbsp; I'm feeling﻿ a breakdown coming.&amp;nbsp; Last Thursday evening, I just felt so bad about everything, and eventually, had a breakdown.&amp;nbsp; The last one I had before that was last August, when almost everything felt broken.&amp;nbsp; I just spent the night crying.&amp;nbsp; Thoughts kept me wide awake and blank.&amp;nbsp; Do you know how bad it feels to have messed up thoughts flooding your mind that you just don't know what to do?&amp;nbsp; And soon you realize that you had spent three straight hours just sitting on a chair out there in a cold October night.&amp;nbsp; It felt really bad and almost everything felt hopeless to me that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Like what I have just said, I feel a breakdown coming.&amp;nbsp; I'm trying to stay calm and keep everything cool... until this feeling fades away.&amp;nbsp; I'm still smiling.&amp;nbsp; I know I'll be okay.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I just need some time to think things over and clear my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnGpNvEzsus/TM6kOTWwo4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/o5mUy9F_-rI/s1600/Picture0609.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnGpNvEzsus/TM6kOTWwo4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/o5mUy9F_-rI/s320/Picture0609.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿Thank you for saving my night even for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-308394460170158763?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/308394460170158763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=308394460170158763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/308394460170158763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/308394460170158763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/11/keeping-track.html' title='Keeping Track'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnGpNvEzsus/TM6gO25EMbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DY7st2ADaus/s72-c/05+-+Lion-O.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-8586132233611230900</id><published>2010-04-05T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:04:52.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Three Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For three whole days, I was out.&amp;nbsp; I was in the province together with my cousins, aunts and uncles, and my grandfather.&amp;nbsp; Most of my relatives on the mother-side are living altogether in the province.&amp;nbsp; And so going there for a holiday was quite fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the three days--Thursday until Saturday--went on just fine.&amp;nbsp; It just so happened that we have to sleep some place else because there were lots of people in our grandfather's house.&amp;nbsp; My aunts, along with my mother, were looking after my grandfather because he was ill.&amp;nbsp; So we had to sleep in Ynah and Aldrine's house.&amp;nbsp; We needed to walk a pretty long distance, and it wasn't much fun at all.&amp;nbsp; It's really hot back in the province.&amp;nbsp; We had to walk from both houses&amp;nbsp;at around 10am (which&amp;nbsp;was already scorching hot) and be back by 1pm (which was really burning hot).&amp;nbsp; It went on like that for the first two days... because on Saturday we had to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year's vacation there was&amp;nbsp;different.&amp;nbsp; First,&amp;nbsp;our grandfather is ill.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;nbsp;made all the&amp;nbsp;difference we could tell.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't as much&amp;nbsp;fun as it was&amp;nbsp;before when grandpa was still healthy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Next,&amp;nbsp;we had to be at Ynah and Aldrine's&amp;nbsp;house before 10pm because you see, it'll be too late if we'll&amp;nbsp;walk&amp;nbsp;just before midnight.&amp;nbsp; That way, we missed out the gatherings and&amp;nbsp;conversations they often do every evening (my aunts, uncles, and some of my cousins).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But same as last year, we had popcorn at night.&amp;nbsp; Both Thursday and Friday nights, we had!&amp;nbsp; On Thursday we had it before going to Ynah and Aldrine's house, and on Friday, we asked Aldrine to bring some after he dropped by our grandfather's house.&amp;nbsp; It was nice because Tita Susan prepared us chocolate milk.&amp;nbsp; I could tell that the two didn't really come along together pretty well but I couldn't care less.&amp;nbsp; It was just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bored?&amp;nbsp; Not really.&amp;nbsp; I just couldn't bear the heat there.&amp;nbsp; Well yes, I am quite bored.&amp;nbsp; I've got nothing to do but to walk along the sandy road and go to and from my cousins' houses, or just sit at the back of Ynah and Aldrine's house and watch over the mountains or the lake, or even the dried fishponds.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty much boring.&amp;nbsp; The heat could practically make a person immobile for a moment until the sun had finally set because it's really hard to go outside and take long walks just to be where one wanted to be.&amp;nbsp; I'm not that kind of person, though.&amp;nbsp; I prefer staying at home rather&amp;nbsp;than going outside doing nothing at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday afternoon, we went back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And just this Sunday morning, we had to go back there.&amp;nbsp;We really had to.&amp;nbsp;Know why.&amp;nbsp; I just got home this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-8586132233611230900?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/8586132233611230900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=8586132233611230900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8586132233611230900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8586132233611230900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/04/three-days.html' title='Three Days'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-8193342318942163396</id><published>2010-03-31T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:59:09.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A very random post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is the third weekday of vacation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;THINGS I HATE ABOUT THIS&amp;nbsp;SUMMER VACATION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm bored to death.&amp;nbsp; I'm quite sad because all I ever had to do for today was lie on bed and eventually, fall asleep.&amp;nbsp; I don't like that! It makes my head ache a lot and it makes me feel really tired though it was the only thing I did.&amp;nbsp; And yeah, it's bad for the health. Ohh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another thing I don't like about this summer is the really high temperature.&amp;nbsp; Last year was quite all right since it was rainy and cold.&amp;nbsp; But it's&amp;nbsp;a different story for this year.&amp;nbsp; Even going out of the house makes you want to go for another shower.&amp;nbsp; I don't like swimming, either.&amp;nbsp; It gives me sunburn.&amp;nbsp; So for this&amp;nbsp;summer I won't dare to swim.&amp;nbsp; I'd rather stay home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, we'll be going to the province tomorrow (and I still haven't packed my stuff yet) so I think I'll be less bored.&amp;nbsp; Well, not really.&amp;nbsp; I'll be equally bored, for sure.&amp;nbsp; The only difference it'll make is that at home, I'm bored all by myself, and out there, I'll be bored with everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly, I want to have a road trip early in the evening.&amp;nbsp; Around 6pm would be nice.&amp;nbsp; Again, I am saying this.&amp;nbsp; If I were to have my own car, I might be hitting the road until well before midnight.&amp;nbsp; In our hangout last week with Ebib and Tintin, we talked about having joyrides after college.&amp;nbsp; It's fun, isn't it?&amp;nbsp; Especially if one wants to escape boredom at home.&amp;nbsp; I want to go joyriding now! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Very random post, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-8193342318942163396?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/8193342318942163396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=8193342318942163396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8193342318942163396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8193342318942163396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/03/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-1055966911543165400</id><published>2010-03-29T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:01:13.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>First Weekday of Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just couldn't believe it!&amp;nbsp; In June, I'm already a college student!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So today is the first Monday of summer vacation.&amp;nbsp; Great.&amp;nbsp; But I miss my classmates a lot.&amp;nbsp; It's different already this time.&amp;nbsp; Last year was quite fun because we knew we'll be seeing each other again.&amp;nbsp; But now... I think it's impossible to have us complete.&amp;nbsp; So you see, everyone of us will go on a different way.&amp;nbsp; That's sad to know, but enlightening as well.&amp;nbsp; I hope everyone of us will be successful in college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the first weekday of vacation, I got nothing to do.&amp;nbsp; I'm bored.&amp;nbsp; Terribly bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I MISS YOU ALL, IV-ST. AUGUSTINE 2009-2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-1055966911543165400?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/1055966911543165400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=1055966911543165400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1055966911543165400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1055966911543165400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-weekday-of-vacation.html' title='First Weekday of Vacation'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-2904479748761784166</id><published>2010-03-29T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:00:32.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I officially left high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now, it doesn't hurt much to me.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I know&amp;nbsp;we'll all eventually come to this point wherein we have&amp;nbsp;to end the most exciting part of our lives.&amp;nbsp; Well, not exactly the most exciting for our entire lives but for the time being.&amp;nbsp; I find it hard to let go of high school life, especially of the friends I've come to know.&amp;nbsp; Time had flown too quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to all the people who had been a part of my colorful high school life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's much more left to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-2904479748761784166?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/2904479748761784166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=2904479748761784166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2904479748761784166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2904479748761784166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/03/graduate.html' title='Graduate'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-6639302347516337062</id><published>2010-03-26T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:44:03.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'>hang around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was fun being with Tintin, Ebib, and Jane early this evening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And today was practically our last day of being regular students in high school as tomorrow would be finally our graduation.&amp;nbsp; We had to go to school this afternoon to get the graduation program and so after everything, Joash, Terry, Ranel, Ebib, Angel, Tintin, and I went to Mini Stop to have snacks and hang around.&amp;nbsp; This is the last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We spent time at The Little Corner and chat around while having snacks.&amp;nbsp; Joash, Terry, and Ranel left after&amp;nbsp;a short while&amp;nbsp;so there were only four of us there.&amp;nbsp; It was fun chatting around with them!&amp;nbsp; Angel had to leave earlier...&amp;nbsp; Next thing we knew we were already spending about two hours at The Little Corner! It was funny because the people there were already looking at us so we had to move to Mumsie's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before going to Mumsie's, we met Jane, who we were actually waiting for.&amp;nbsp; We went straight to Mumsie's and had talked again.&amp;nbsp; We drank Mountain Dew along our conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow would be our very&amp;nbsp;final day in High School.&amp;nbsp; I'll miss everyone for sure. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-6639302347516337062?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/6639302347516337062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=6639302347516337062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6639302347516337062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6639302347516337062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/03/hang-around.html' title='hang around'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-6760147983037082150</id><published>2010-03-21T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:45:35.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>bored. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For days now, I felt this way.&amp;nbsp; It's actually making me feel bad... I was like going insane.&amp;nbsp; Boredom is killing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So you see, there are so many things I wanted to do but I couldn't do it at the moment.&amp;nbsp; Well, that's not much of a big deal right now but yeah, it'll be something I have to deal with in the summer.&amp;nbsp; The worst part of it is the lack of reason why I couldn't do it.&amp;nbsp; I mean, just right after the final exams, I had the free time I was looking for.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I just could find the time to do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanted to go some place else except here at home.&amp;nbsp; Last night, after the Graduation Ball, Dad picked me up in school and drove home.&amp;nbsp; I didn't want to go home yet so I asked him to drive thru Jollibee.&amp;nbsp; Hoho.&amp;nbsp; Now that's a petty thing.&amp;nbsp; I told him I was hungry so he got me a burger meal.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why I still didn't want to go home... maybe because I already know that I am really bored...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I were to have my own car, I would drive around whenever I am bored.&amp;nbsp; If I were already in legal age and could drive anywhere I wanted to, maybe I could've reached Manila on one boring evening.&amp;nbsp; Alone.&amp;nbsp; That'll be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't like the feeling that boredom gives me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm really sorry about my rants.&amp;nbsp; It's really boring in here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-6760147983037082150?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/6760147983037082150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=6760147983037082150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6760147983037082150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6760147983037082150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/03/bored.html' title='bored. :('/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-7992969523549723251</id><published>2010-03-21T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:01:30.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>last week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's sad to think that this week is our batch's &lt;b&gt;last week&lt;/b&gt; in high school. There are so many things I want to say but I do not know where to begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The past week was fairly sentimental.&amp;nbsp; We already had &lt;span style="color: deepskyblue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;graduation practices&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and already practiced singing our graduation song, &lt;b&gt;Greatest Day&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Those are the things I won't forget especially our &lt;span style="border-bottom: #ff6699 2px solid;"&gt;laughing sessions&lt;/span&gt; during practices (we tried our&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;very&amp;nbsp;best&lt;/i&gt; to keep our giggles and yet we still laughed so loudly.)&amp;nbsp; There are so many things to treasure.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to tell every single thing that had happened but there's something that keeps me from doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBxt-zxiWC8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBxt-zxiWC8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are more things I need to tell about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-7992969523549723251?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/7992969523549723251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=7992969523549723251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7992969523549723251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7992969523549723251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-week.html' title='last week'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-6229605684367410595</id><published>2010-03-12T06:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:29:58.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'>it's the final</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just recently--two days ago--we officially had to say farewell to our senior subjects.&amp;nbsp; I know it's quite sad but I like the feeling as well. It'll be another beginning and that's college!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe that we're already going out of CSA grounds and head off Manila and be independent for more than half a day.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I still feel the need to be at home after school, and perhaps that'll be something I'll miss because most probably I'll be living in a dormitory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The final exams for the graduating students in CSA were done last Wednesday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can't exactly tell that exciting-slash-tearjerking-slash-funny-but-quite-sad moment.&amp;nbsp; All I felt was that, and of course... I don't have to worry everyday about what to do in which subject.&amp;nbsp; DONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After exams, my classmates, adviser, and I went to Shakey's for lunch.&amp;nbsp; We were having a party, weren't we? Anyway, it was totally fun and I know I'm gonna miss hanging out with Fourth Year Saint Augustine 09-10.&amp;nbsp; All the laughters, I'm gonna miss a lot.&amp;nbsp; You know college can be so different from high school especially when you know that you know no one else in the room.&amp;nbsp; I'm gonna miss the warm feeling in MH 306, and everything.&amp;nbsp; Thank you guys for sharing with me my last two years in high school.&amp;nbsp; It had been a lot of fun!&amp;nbsp; And also, my deepest gratitudes for Mamita--she's always been there for us, and she's already like a mother to us. Thanks, thanks.&amp;nbsp; Of course, our teachers.&amp;nbsp; Thanks a lot for the ten months we've been together.&amp;nbsp; We sure learned a lot from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll save the other things for soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-6229605684367410595?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/6229605684367410595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=6229605684367410595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6229605684367410595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6229605684367410595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-final.html' title='it&apos;s the final'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-8684885255898284501</id><published>2010-03-03T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:14:45.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'>one last day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow would be the last day of formal classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It makes me sad.&amp;nbsp; Of course, tomorrow isn't the last day of school yet; only the last day of discussion.&amp;nbsp; After tomorrow, we'll no longer be seeing our teachers enter our classroom during their time.&amp;nbsp; We'll no longer have quizzes, check homework, and form groups for activities.&amp;nbsp; It's enough to make a student like me so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a way, I'm still happy.&amp;nbsp; Since it's the last day of formal classes tomorrow, then there'll be not much stress! But still...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week was actually our school's Foundation Week.&amp;nbsp; I hadn't blogged anything about it, and so I am planning to blog everything about it tomorrow--that's it, if I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I couldn't believe it.&amp;nbsp; In just 24 days, my high school days are over.&amp;nbsp; Our high school days are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-8684885255898284501?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/8684885255898284501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=8684885255898284501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8684885255898284501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8684885255898284501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-last-day.html' title='one last day'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-2398862886344990357</id><published>2010-02-22T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:26:05.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>the night owl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't feel like sleeping tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn.&amp;nbsp; I want to do something.&amp;nbsp; I want to take the camera and the tripod and take hell lots of photos.&amp;nbsp; I haven't done that for a couple of weeks now.&amp;nbsp; I haven't taken any photos that are for editing. I want to do something better than what I already did before.&amp;nbsp; My energy levels are so high right now.&amp;nbsp; This is the moment I shouldn't let me pass by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sing me to sleep.&amp;nbsp; Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;**No, I take that back.&amp;nbsp; Please don't.**&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-2398862886344990357?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/2398862886344990357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=2398862886344990357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2398862886344990357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2398862886344990357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-owl.html' title='the night owl'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-6594954503428738578</id><published>2010-02-21T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:47:14.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>countless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are many things I wanted to say.&amp;nbsp; But I don't know where to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I'll just talk about it randomly.&amp;nbsp; Whatever comes to my mind first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It sucks when I get this kind of feeling again.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I already got over this a long time ago (at least that's what I think right now), and yet it's still coming back to me.&amp;nbsp; Ohhh.&amp;nbsp; It's a great emotional punishment.&amp;nbsp; I can't take it anymore.&amp;nbsp; I need a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before I thought I needed to say things,&amp;nbsp;thought I needed to&amp;nbsp;let go of my feelings.&amp;nbsp; Right, that's why I'm in&amp;nbsp;Tumblr more often.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Technically, I use those photo statements to express myself, though I know that blogging here is better.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That's mainly for two reasons.&amp;nbsp; First, I can say it in as many words&amp;nbsp;as I&amp;nbsp;can.&amp;nbsp; And second, my&amp;nbsp;post won't appear in someone else's dashboard.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(I know it does appear on my&amp;nbsp;followers' dashboards, but I couldn't care less.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't want to talk about Tumblr anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pardon me.&amp;nbsp; I told you, there are lots of things I wanted to say.&amp;nbsp; And that&amp;nbsp;previous one up there&amp;nbsp;is one of the random things I mentioned earlier.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah, about that unwanted feeling.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to tell every single detail here.&amp;nbsp; I guess it's safer not to tell exactly about what I'm feeling right now.&amp;nbsp; I just want to share a piece of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I said before that I should learn how to let go before things come to the point in which I already don't know what to do.&amp;nbsp; Now it's hard to bring things back to how they were before.&amp;nbsp; There are lots of things that cloud up my mind.&amp;nbsp; There are these thoughts of possibilities, of some what-ifs, and I am already getting tired of it.&amp;nbsp; I am stuck thinking about those things over and over again when I knew I have to forget them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now it's easier said than done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My words of forgetting can't bring me to forget all of those I wanted to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It feels bad when you forget things you're supposed to remember...&lt;br /&gt;But it feels worse when you remember things you're supposed to forget.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think&amp;nbsp;should stop here.&amp;nbsp; I'm already drunk with too many words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-6594954503428738578?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/6594954503428738578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=6594954503428738578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6594954503428738578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6594954503428738578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/02/countless.html' title='countless'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-7440281441189516731</id><published>2010-02-13T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T19:57:38.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><title type='text'>Changed Once Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't keep up with Blogger anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sorry... but I wanted to blog so much.&amp;nbsp; Not now, I guess.... maybe later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-7440281441189516731?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/7440281441189516731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=7440281441189516731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7440281441189516731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7440281441189516731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/02/changed-once-again.html' title='Changed Once Again'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-905839931098132023</id><published>2010-01-28T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:38:45.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'>pen and paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am happy that there are no classes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, it's because I can sleep for more than five hours.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I woke up 12 noon! But I have a lot of things to do for school... so I should do them anyway.&amp;nbsp; I have to write &lt;i&gt;five critic papers&lt;/i&gt; for English class and do a program for Computer class.&amp;nbsp; Good thing that Mariell, Ralph, and Karizza are working altogether with me for the program.&amp;nbsp; It's what we call "collaboration."&amp;nbsp; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-905839931098132023?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/905839931098132023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=905839931098132023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/905839931098132023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/905839931098132023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/01/pen-and-paper.html' title='pen and paper'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-5987948322313815787</id><published>2010-01-26T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:03:46.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kruhay'/><title type='text'>smiles and laughter and everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was out of the class today and was in Kruhay all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This week is actually the &lt;b&gt;Preschool Week&lt;/b&gt; so Kruhay, along with the other CPACS, has to let the preschoolers experience everything. For Kruhay, of course &lt;i&gt;theater&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; So we had to be with lots of kids the whole day until around 2 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of stuff we did--like the "shagiddy" thing, the facial expressions, and the animal sounds and actions--which the kids really enjoyed.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed the day as well.&amp;nbsp; I was happy that the kids were happy, too.&amp;nbsp; They are really active and energetic.&amp;nbsp; And yes, there are really cute kids!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the afternoon, we held the second day of auditions with I, Ella, Lourdes, and Tin as audition judges.&amp;nbsp; It was fun to hold an audition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog entries seem to lose colors and smilies and stuff I used to have before.&amp;nbsp; But I am thinking that I'll bring this blog back to what it used to look like.&amp;nbsp; It is&amp;nbsp;simpler that way.&amp;nbsp; And I like it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-5987948322313815787?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/5987948322313815787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=5987948322313815787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/5987948322313815787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/5987948322313815787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/01/smiles-and-laughter-and-everything.html' title='smiles and laughter and everything'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-8041609175099855909</id><published>2010-01-25T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:35:24.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'>in a merry-go-round</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MONDAY. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/dead.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, this is &lt;b&gt;back to normal&lt;/b&gt; day, sans the really busy scheme. Though we are quite surprised by the exam results (which turned out &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; surprising--&lt;b&gt;shocking&lt;/b&gt;, I should say.)&amp;nbsp; But I guess everything will be back to the &lt;b&gt;real normal&lt;/b&gt; in a few days.&amp;nbsp; There are a lot of paperwork to be done just for this week... and you know what comes next.&amp;nbsp; I don't have to explain all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY = BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-8041609175099855909?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/8041609175099855909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=8041609175099855909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8041609175099855909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8041609175099855909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-merry-go-round.html' title='in a merry-go-round'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/th_dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-3450836897686956624</id><published>2010-01-24T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:40:31.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>starting anew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally I have changed my layout. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/grin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually missed being in Blogspot, considering that I blog frequently in Tumblr.&amp;nbsp; But I like Blogspot better because in &lt;b&gt;Tumblr&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;I seldom blog with words&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; You see, I blog and reblog photos.&amp;nbsp; That doesn't make much sense to me.&amp;nbsp; At least that's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Blogspot... makes me feel more satisfied about blogging. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/happy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I'm blogging here &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in Tumblr.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow, I guess I'll blog here &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I really missed the colors, the smileys, and everything I used to do and have in Blogspot.&amp;nbsp; It's just that I was too fascinated with Tumblr's awesome photos and smashing statements that I almost forgot to maintain this blog.&amp;nbsp; I'm back here anyway.&amp;nbsp; And I know I should do better here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&amp;nbsp;I'll be back&amp;nbsp;tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; That's for sure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/lol.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I wish my weekend is not yet over.&lt;br /&gt;I only had SUNDAY for weekend.&amp;nbsp; Ohhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-3450836897686956624?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/3450836897686956624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=3450836897686956624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3450836897686956624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3450836897686956624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/01/starting-anew.html' title='starting anew'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/th_grin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-3125341390188580261</id><published>2010-01-22T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:46:03.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'>it was a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel quite sad whenever I see this blog. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I promised not to leave this behind for I am not moving in Tumblr.&amp;nbsp; But I oftentimes neglect this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, anyway, tomorrow is the LAST DAY OF EXAMS! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm really happy about that because this week is really busy.&amp;nbsp; And tomorrow is finally the last day of exams! What a great relief it is! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I should update this tomorrow before I go Tumblr-ing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-3125341390188580261?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/3125341390188580261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=3125341390188580261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3125341390188580261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3125341390188580261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-long-time.html' title='it was a long time'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-1398378650925282106</id><published>2010-01-08T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:46:39.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>i'll go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there'll be&amp;nbsp;no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm done with it, and I am not gonna go back anymore.&amp;nbsp; I'm not gonna take back anything.&amp;nbsp; This is final.&amp;nbsp; No matter what happens next, I'm not going to change my mind for I'm tired of doing so in the past months.&amp;nbsp; I hate breaking a promise I made.&amp;nbsp; Like forgetting something and soon I'll realize I'm remembering it by will.&amp;nbsp; The worst part of it?&amp;nbsp; I find myself turning back after saying I'll go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I'm not gonna break that promise anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'M&amp;nbsp;NOT TURNING BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I knew that I lost a battle where I am my only army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That was a silent battle.&amp;nbsp; It was all a secret; aside from me, I guess nobody else knew about it--not even the one I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; fighting for.&amp;nbsp; I finally had to surrender and see myself lose.&amp;nbsp; Who cares anyway?&amp;nbsp; I made myself a fool.&amp;nbsp; I knew right from the very start that I'll never win, and that I don't stand a chance at all.&amp;nbsp; Hopeless.&amp;nbsp; But it was worth the try--at least I see that it's really hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even though I surrendered, I still got injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The pain it brought me is unexplainable.&amp;nbsp; No words can describe it exactly.&amp;nbsp; In one word I can say, "painful" but I cannot say any further how painful it is.&amp;nbsp; When one cannot describe something in a word or two, then it's definitely measured to the extremes.&amp;nbsp; It is damn unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My previous departures&amp;nbsp;from the battle&amp;nbsp;were actually retreats.&amp;nbsp; Those countless moments, I thought I was surrendering.&amp;nbsp; No, I wasn't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; I surrender just now&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And this time I know it's final.&amp;nbsp; The damn battle is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It started and ended without anyone knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-1398378650925282106?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1398378650925282106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1398378650925282106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-go-away.html' title='i&apos;ll go away'/><author><name>lara</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-1758287488587550672</id><published>2010-01-01T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:39:13.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>the first: 1/365</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night was &lt;span style="border-bottom: #7feeff 2px solid;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cute.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It'll be a short post for now... because I still don't have any idea what to tell about last night.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/haha.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just want to post right now because it's the first day of the year... Oh yes, last night was a party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there were lotsa photos.&amp;nbsp; My eyes hurt from the flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/newyear3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every New Year's Eve, we're like this.&amp;nbsp; Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be good in 2010. Haha.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So be good to me, too, 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna blog tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-1758287488587550672?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/1758287488587550672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=1758287488587550672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1758287488587550672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1758287488587550672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-1365.html' title='the first: 1/365'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/th_cute.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-2195752413210724551</id><published>2009-12-31T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:19:17.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>goodbye 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still can't believe that we'll be back to school &lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;four days&lt;/span&gt; from now! &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/confused.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I practically wasted my whole vacation.&amp;nbsp; You see, I sleep like more than ten hours a day... and I go online, go Tumblr-ing,&amp;nbsp;watch movies,&amp;nbsp;and yeah, SLEEP AGAIN. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/diao.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #00ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should get a life!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I look funny right now.&amp;nbsp; I think it's quite odd to see someone in front of the PC wearing sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/shades.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It actually comes with a &lt;i&gt;weird story&lt;/i&gt; (Well, for me I think it's not weird.&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp;in case&amp;nbsp;you think it is, then I'll try to explain it further).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I used to have a pair of specs which doesn't have graded lenses--and I use it every time I turn the computer on.&amp;nbsp; I don't know where this belief came from, but I use those specs to somehow "protect" my eyes from &lt;span style="border-bottom: #7feeff 2px solid;"&gt;"computer radiation."&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #ff9933;"&gt;(Do they even exist?&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I believe they do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/haha.gif" /&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Then I lost&amp;nbsp;my specs.&amp;nbsp; I started borrowing my sister's, but she have to take it back from me for some reason.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #ff9933;"&gt;(I still had it last night, but she asked me to give it back to her.&amp;nbsp; Idk why.)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; So I'm using &lt;b&gt;SUNGLASSES&lt;/b&gt; instead! &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/high.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I don't like wearing sunglasses in front of the PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't see the colors correctly, so I have to take it off once in a while. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/pissed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I really had&amp;nbsp;a happy&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/25.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_5175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to the province and spent almost the whole day there.&amp;nbsp; We took a lot of pictures (I mean, A LOT!) and had a short "joyride" with my cousins.&amp;nbsp; The &lt;b&gt;joyride&lt;/b&gt; was really cool because we were eight in a tricycle, including my cousin who drove it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/24.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not posting all the pictures.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/haha.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Because I don't know which to pick...&amp;nbsp; So I randomly chose one.&amp;nbsp; I'm with my cousin, Ate Lanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_5264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In just about ten hours, we'll be saying "goodbye" to 2009. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT @ 6:08 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="background-color: paleturquoise;"&gt;Six hours from now, it's already 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; I don't want to say &lt;span style="color: hotpink;"&gt;GOODBYE 2009&lt;/span&gt; just yet. There were a lot of things that happened for the past 364 days, and definitely I'll have a happy 365th day of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy New Year to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-2195752413210724551?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/2195752413210724551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=2195752413210724551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2195752413210724551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2195752413210724551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-2009.html' title='goodbye 2009'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/th_confused.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-669013337947153698</id><published>2009-12-22T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:25:23.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Second day of vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not really enjoying my vacation just yet. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/diao.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Well, it isn't weird for me that I spent most of my day today &lt;b&gt;sleeping&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="background-color: #ffff99;"&gt;It's the least boring thing I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; It's good that I don't feel bored when sleeping.&amp;nbsp; Hoho.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #009999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*duhhh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now screw this.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="border-bottom: #cc66cc 2px solid;"&gt;I can't find my tripod.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/10.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for that for a month now, and I haven't seen it yet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cry.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Daddy gave me the &lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;old one&lt;/span&gt; but I don't feel like using it at all.&amp;nbsp; It is not like &lt;i&gt;my tripod&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Oh well...&amp;nbsp; I'll find it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing Tumblr is there.&amp;nbsp; But I am not gonna leave my &lt;u&gt;3-year old Berryknots&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cute.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Never will I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&amp;nbsp; And sort of emo-ish.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/lol.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-669013337947153698?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/669013337947153698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=669013337947153698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/669013337947153698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/669013337947153698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/12/missed.html' title='missed'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/th_diao.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-3223016837366070776</id><published>2009-12-20T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:10:42.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>because i said so</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="82" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/tumblr.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally got a Tumblr! &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cute.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's still &lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; and so me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/haha.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I will not be using it as how I use Blogger~&amp;nbsp; I think it's only for photo-blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday... was the &lt;b&gt;Christmas Party!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-3223016837366070776?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/3223016837366070776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=3223016837366070776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3223016837366070776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3223016837366070776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-i-said-so.html' title='because i said so'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/th_cute.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-8156908353371603788</id><published>2009-12-18T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:13:05.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>and it'll be tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;Tomorrow will be the last day of school&amp;nbsp;for &lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;Last day of school for &lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/xmasparty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;7 Days&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #5acc00;"&gt;before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You might have noticed lately that I blog &lt;span style="border-bottom: #ff3366 2px solid;"&gt;Tumblr-like&lt;/span&gt;--with the photos and statements and all.&amp;nbsp; Well, I am hoping to have a Tumblr blog this &lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;holiday season&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... but I'm still thinking&amp;nbsp;about it (not as much as how I thought about having a Facebook account, okay?)&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cheeky.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cyworld%20pixels/cupcake03.gif" /&gt; Oh yeah, about the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Christmas Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fortunately, exams were already over.&amp;nbsp; It was the &lt;b&gt;last day of exams&lt;/b&gt; today, and we had &lt;span style="color: #ff33cc;"&gt;Trigonometry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: #ff9933;"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cute.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; They all went well,&amp;nbsp;except for &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; parts that I don't want to remember now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/diao.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Since today was the last day of exams, &lt;span style="background-color: #99ffcc;"&gt;I went to the mall&lt;/span&gt;. No, I was not alone by myself.&amp;nbsp; I was with Mark and Ate Beth.&amp;nbsp; I bought &lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;gifts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/pwessie.gif" /&gt; for my friends... and my apologies for being a &lt;u&gt;poor gift-picker&lt;/u&gt; (if that's what you call it...) &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cyworld%20pixels/118.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what to wear for tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I think I'll just get whatever I'll see in my closet. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/high.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-8156908353371603788?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/8156908353371603788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=8156908353371603788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8156908353371603788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8156908353371603788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-itll-be-tomorrow.html' title='and it&apos;ll be tomorrow'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/th_cheeky.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-1129495521948383432</id><published>2009-12-17T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:33:18.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>almost there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two nights ago, &lt;b&gt;Simbang Gabi&lt;/b&gt; had started.&amp;nbsp; And sad to say, I haven't attended even once.&amp;nbsp; Tonight is the third night, but I still have to study for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/xmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it still surprises me that there'll be only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;8 Days&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #5acc00;"&gt;before Christmas! &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/confused.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we'll be having...&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;Eight maids a-milking&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow is the &lt;i&gt;last day&lt;/i&gt; of exams for December, and the next day is&amp;nbsp;the &lt;span style="background-color: #ccff66;"&gt;Christmas Party!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Then it's already vacation. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cry.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Even though I feel pressured and stressed with school these days, taking a &lt;span style="color: #ffcc33;"&gt;long vacation&lt;/span&gt; makes me feel sad.&amp;nbsp; I can't see my classmates for that long time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/sad.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; And then when we come back in &lt;span style="color: #3399ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we'll all see that we'll only have &lt;span style="border-bottom: #7feeff 2px solid;"&gt;three months left&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Seven months passed by so fast, and so three would&amp;nbsp;be in a&amp;nbsp;flash.&amp;nbsp; That'll go faster. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m6v_gOmVJ4I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m6v_gOmVJ4I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/i_0209.gif" /&gt; A song we sang during the retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9966cc;"&gt;Like a shooting star, we&amp;nbsp;will go the distance. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cyworld%20pixels/80.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This song really moved me.&amp;nbsp; Some time from now, this song will sound old to me, and will bring memories that other songs can't bring&amp;nbsp;forth. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cry.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'll miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-1129495521948383432?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/1129495521948383432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=1129495521948383432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1129495521948383432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1129495521948383432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-there.html' title='almost there'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/th_confused.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-8607558027344966948</id><published>2009-12-13T17:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:54:48.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shutterbug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>you don't have to forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am two-day fresh from our retreat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to blog this two days ago... that's &lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;, the day when we returned but&amp;nbsp;I still stayed in school until&amp;nbsp;around&amp;nbsp;4pm, you know, for the project (which we took with us in the retreat). &amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cheeky.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I didn't blog because I was so &lt;span style="background-color: #ccffff;"&gt;tired and sleepy and everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/23.gif" /&gt; It was all fun anyway, so I did not mind being tired and all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/retreat.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It&amp;nbsp;was definitely fun in our retreat!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/heart1.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We stayed there for &lt;span style="border-bottom: #ff6699 2px solid;"&gt;three days and two nights&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and that's quite a long time (but time was terribly fast, and it's over too soon &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/sad.gif" /&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/heart2.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's really &lt;span style="color: #00ccff;"&gt;COLD&lt;/span&gt; in there. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/13.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/heart3.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: #66ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fray Ricky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;was the retreat master (who was the retreat master for the past four years of recollections and retreats we had.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/heart4.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our class really had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/heart5.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;I really love &lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;IV-St. Augustine 2009-2010&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Always.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I think of it, I see that we only have &lt;s&gt;three months&lt;/s&gt; left. That retreat means so much to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;IV-St. Augustine means so much to me.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, back to the retreat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/Retreat_Collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't take many pictures in &lt;span style="color: #cc33ff;"&gt;Oasis&lt;/span&gt; because we have to surrender our cameras and cellphones on the first day, after lunch.&amp;nbsp; So the first six pictures were taken&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;Oasis, and the&amp;nbsp;two others were in the&amp;nbsp;stopover&amp;nbsp;and in school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was really fun!&amp;nbsp; I cannot describe it with words alone.&amp;nbsp; I don't feel like talking about what happened during the &lt;span style="border-bottom: #7feeff 2px solid;"&gt;three-day retreat&lt;/span&gt; because that'll be too long.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/12.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm thinking of &lt;span style="background-color: #ffff99;"&gt;how to make the most&amp;nbsp;of this last year in high school.&lt;/span&gt; Believe me or not, &lt;b&gt;I want to go to school everyday.&lt;/b&gt; Really. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/grin.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Time matters a lot now.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to waste even&amp;nbsp;a split second. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/lol.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Being with all of the people in my class is something I will treasure the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to go to school tomorrow&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/14.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="56" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/755/755765i9j1sctvei.gif" width="276" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday&amp;nbsp;was the &lt;b&gt;Annual Endurance Hike&lt;/b&gt; for our CAT.&amp;nbsp; It was held in our school... and as the starter for the E-hike, we had to walk from &lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Centro Pacita&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;CSA&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I thought it's gonna take more than two hours of walk, but it only took us roughly an hour! &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/happy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While walking, I was talking to &lt;span style="color: #ff33ff;"&gt;Ces&lt;/span&gt; (my walking buddy), and &lt;span style="color: #6666ff;"&gt;Inno&lt;/span&gt; (the SU/Sergeant of &lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;Charlie Second&lt;/span&gt;).&amp;nbsp; It was fun... but tiring.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/18.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I think we walked around &lt;u&gt;3-5kms&lt;/u&gt;... Not really sure, though.&amp;nbsp; But when we reached Rosario Complex, we already felt happy because our school is almost there!&amp;nbsp; And yeah... more happiness came in when we reached Juana Complex! I suddenly felt excited, and my tiredness eased a bit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/24.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The rest of the day was spent in lectures, forms, obstacle courses, and other thrilling stuff in CAT.&amp;nbsp; This wasn't bad at all, considering that we had much fun! Really fun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love this week.&amp;nbsp; I wish it'll never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0033;"&gt;12 days&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;before Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff0033;"&gt;6 days&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;before the Christmas Party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-8607558027344966948?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/8607558027344966948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=8607558027344966948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8607558027344966948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8607558027344966948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-dont-have-to-forget.html' title='you don&apos;t have to forget'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/th_cheeky.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-3193022905328314455</id><published>2009-12-07T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:18:59.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'>make it happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My blog is getting lamer each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll be out this week.&amp;nbsp; It'll be our &lt;b&gt;Retreat&lt;/b&gt; from Wednesday until Friday.&amp;nbsp; And I know it'll be both happy and sad for us because... yeah, this is the last retreat we'll have in our school.&amp;nbsp; Those past years' recollections don't mean much to me as how this upcoming retreat does.&amp;nbsp; I'll be making letters for everyone since this is the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teachers' Day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A very happy teachers' day to all of the teachers in my school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And since it's Teachers' Day, we were dismissed early.&amp;nbsp; We didn't actually have classes--only a mass and a short program for the teachers.&amp;nbsp; Although I was supposed to be home at around 12nn, I went home at 5pm instead.&amp;nbsp; We were working on this integrated&amp;nbsp;project, and I think documentation is the hardest part of this.&amp;nbsp; In a way... I think it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I did with my afternoon was&amp;nbsp;just cut colored papers and glued them onto the scrapbook (which to me, looks really scrappy).&amp;nbsp; I worked along with Ana, and the rest worked over the editing and stuff like that (which to me, looks really complicated).&amp;nbsp; The funny thing--and I should say the worst thing--was we stopped working on the scrapbook at around 3pm.&amp;nbsp; I did nothing but to goof around and laugh and chat.&amp;nbsp; The reason why we stopped was simple: there are no longer else&amp;nbsp;to do with all the materials.&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp; We didn't finish.&amp;nbsp; But we lack what we need.&amp;nbsp; We lack&amp;nbsp;a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Until 5pm, I don't remember getting back to work over the scrapbook.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ana and I played Tekken 6.&amp;nbsp; Ralph and Jona were supposed to play but we begged them to let us play for we'll be leaving soon.&amp;nbsp; So they let us, and I played&amp;nbsp;with my usual character, Lili (because&amp;nbsp;she's the only character that has lots of combo and moves that when you press anything, you still end up hurting your opponent).&amp;nbsp; I think we had 6 games, all with four rounds or so.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was definitely fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And&amp;nbsp;it's time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Until tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-3193022905328314455?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/3193022905328314455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=3193022905328314455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3193022905328314455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/3193022905328314455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-it-happen.html' title='make it happen'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-6847319102573055464</id><published>2009-12-05T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:36:10.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kruhay'/><title type='text'>as endless as forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WORKSHOP DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/text%20blinkies/dancing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We&amp;nbsp;had a &lt;b&gt;dance workshop&lt;/b&gt; in Kruhay.&amp;nbsp; So you see, I'm not a good dancer.&amp;nbsp; I've never been a good dancer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I surely landed in the &lt;u&gt;Hall of Shame&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; But I enjoyed the activity anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks a lot to Carla, Joana, Angel, Cito, and Jeff.&amp;nbsp; Team EDMON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Basta hindi ako magaling sumayaw.&amp;nbsp; Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-6847319102573055464?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/6847319102573055464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=6847319102573055464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6847319102573055464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6847319102573055464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-endless-as-forever.html' title='as endless as forever'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/text%20blinkies/th_dancing.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-6272877436492700121</id><published>2009-11-30T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:13:56.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>My Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The past week was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sorry if this post will be shorter than usual... I'm actually working on a new layout.&amp;nbsp; And I got this nice layout, so all I have to do is to edit it.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I can still manage to make my own now that I have lots of stuff to do for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah, about the past week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had Tuesday for our graduation portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thursday for the field trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sunday for New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's great, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry.&amp;nbsp; Got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-6272877436492700121?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/6272877436492700121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=6272877436492700121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6272877436492700121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6272877436492700121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-universe.html' title='My Universe'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-2408106757568534145</id><published>2009-11-21T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:15:37.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>little miss stupid? gaaah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm such a mess today!&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You see, last night I was talking about &lt;span style="background-color: #ffff66;"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="background-color: #ffff66;"&gt;staying awake&lt;/span&gt; until about &lt;b&gt;12am&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; That was my plan, actually, because I want to study! But sadly... I &lt;span style="border-bottom: #7feeff 2px solid;"&gt;fell asleep&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/23.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I hit the sheets before 11pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I still studied and read some lessons, especially in &lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #33cc66;"&gt;Research&lt;/span&gt;, though I know I &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; read about &lt;span style="color: #3399ff;"&gt;Social Studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/14.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The irony is... when I took the exams, Social Studies was the &lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;easiest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&amp;nbsp; I found English and Research &lt;span style="color: #99cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... even though I devoted my time studying it. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/11.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the title up there...&amp;nbsp; I have some stories of ME being &lt;s&gt;STUPID&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: #7feeff 2px solid;"&gt;STUPID STORY &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/heart1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished exams at 11am.&amp;nbsp; I had to go home immediately &lt;span style="color: #ccd32f;"&gt;(because it's &lt;strong&gt;Daddy's birthday celebration&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/25.gif" /&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; So I rode the school service for the earlier trip. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/grin.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; When we dropped off &lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claudette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at her house &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cyworld%20pixels/house01_02.png" /&gt;, which means I'm the &lt;span style="color: #99ff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one to drop off, I remembered about the &lt;span style="color: #ff33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;photo album&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm supposed to do! &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/dead.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Not that I left it in school, but &lt;span style="color: #cc66ff;"&gt;I left the materials&lt;/span&gt; instead!&amp;nbsp; So yeah, &lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;I HAVE TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cry.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; And it was a long trip because the school service went around the village for so long. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/diao.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: #ff6699 2px solid;"&gt;STUPID STORY &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/heart2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's skip:&amp;nbsp; I was&amp;nbsp;in school already.&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the &lt;b&gt;third floor&lt;/b&gt; of Urdaneta Hall (which was &lt;i&gt;far&lt;/i&gt; from the entrance) and to my locker. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/13.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run... run... run...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;*tired*&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was really tiring to run-walk-run!&lt;br /&gt;So I reached the locker~ and got what I need.&amp;nbsp; The school service was still waiting for me, so I have to be fast or else, I'll be left behind and I have to take the &lt;span style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tricycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I ran again, heading for the stairs.&amp;nbsp; I put my hand in my pocket to check my keys.&amp;nbsp; To my surprise, it's &lt;b&gt;GONE&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/wth.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where could it be?&lt;br /&gt;So I ran back to the locker and checked.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Right then I knew... &lt;span style="background-color: #ccff66;"&gt;I left the keys INSIDE my locker&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/20.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's real stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cyworld%20pixels/cloud05.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The good news?&amp;nbsp; Before I went to the locker, I passed by a janitor who greeted me and asked if I left something.&amp;nbsp; And when I was finally convinced that I really left the keys inside my locker, I asked him if he could break the lock so I could get my keys back.&amp;nbsp; Thanks, he did.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/happy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't catch the school service anymore so I took the tricycle to ride home.&amp;nbsp; When I&amp;nbsp;got home, I told that to &lt;b&gt;Mommy&lt;/b&gt; and she laughed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/haha.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; What a funny story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-2408106757568534145?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/2408106757568534145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=2408106757568534145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2408106757568534145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2408106757568534145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-miss-stupid-gaaah.html' title='little miss stupid? gaaah.'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/new%20set%20smileys/th_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-7098193372849704177</id><published>2009-11-20T20:26:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:42:57.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>standing strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/text%20blinkies/domybest.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; started today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cyworld%20pixels/pencil05.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't think it's necessary, but I want to apologize for being&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #3399ff;"&gt;inactive&lt;/span&gt; these days.&amp;nbsp; It's been ages since I last visited my links, and now I get few tags... so I don't blog much. And yes, &lt;span style="color: #cc00ff;"&gt;I'm really busy with school&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img align="left" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cyworld%20pixels/balloon.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Failing&lt;/b&gt; will never descourage me, for in failing I find the &lt;span style="color: #00cc66;"&gt;hope to rise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And failing once will convince me to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, I'm not in the mood to blog.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/haha.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't have anything to share right now... Well, one thing I like to say... &lt;u&gt;I want to make a new blog skin.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; But I don't have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't say &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/lol.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Well, we had &lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #ff9933;"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: #00ccff;"&gt;Trigonometry&lt;/span&gt; for today, so it was a &lt;u&gt;"study marathon"&lt;/u&gt; last night. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cyworld%20pixels/029.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; And I went well with Physics!&amp;nbsp; Though I find Filipino and Trigonometry hard... &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/diao.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; There's always another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/sleep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was really sleepy while studying last night.&amp;nbsp; But I made it through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope I will, too, tonight. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cheeky.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll study harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another topic...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I really like Chicosci's &lt;b&gt;Last Look&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It's stuck in my head.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/i_0209.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It makes me feel sad, though. And it's emo... but I love it. &lt;br /&gt;Please watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wB_Y1OyXiHU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wB_Y1OyXiHU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A love in wait, I'll watch you go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-7098193372849704177?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/7098193372849704177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=7098193372849704177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7098193372849704177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7098193372849704177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/11/standing-strong.html' title='standing strong'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/text%20blinkies/th_domybest.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-196438328181757024</id><published>2009-11-13T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:36:02.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shutterbug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'>Never give up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_7673.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There will always be &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-196438328181757024?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/196438328181757024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=196438328181757024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/196438328181757024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/196438328181757024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-give-up.html' title='Never give up!'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-2023135564310717539</id><published>2009-11-10T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:30:56.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kruhay'/><title type='text'>Loads and Loads of Schoolwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since our series of shows in Kruhay is already done... well, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dyip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be on &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;... anyway, I'm back to normal in school. Hoho. And I'm surprised to do lots of schoolwork! I had to take a quiz in Physics, which went on pretty fine (at least with regard to the other questions except the mind-boggling #8 item.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I slept between classes, of course, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; the teacher around. I realized that yesterday, since we don't have classes because of deliberations, I spent most of it &lt;i&gt;sleeping&lt;/i&gt;. I think I got the hang of it.  I got up 6am this morning!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I had to understand more of TLE topic, which is on accounting.  Ohmy, I'm not really good at this!  And there's another... the Research thing about questionnaires.  Quiz again tomorrow! Pretty tough week today and we have to catch deadlines!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In Kruhay, we tidied up the PS AVR, especially the dusty &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green room&lt;/span&gt;. Ironic as it is, the green room isn't really green.  It's WHITE, actually.  And we also tidied up the Kruhay office at the wing of the audi-gym.  Neil got this long Pirates-of-the-Carribean type of wig (the type which Johnny Depp had).  He wore this with a beanie, and he looked like a ragged rock star!  HAHA.  I don't mean it in a bad way, you actually made me laugh!  That's totally hilarious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yeah.  It's pretty tiring today.  I have lots of books to read and lots of quizzes to study for.  OMG.   It's definitely a busy, busy week!  I actually want to sleep now.  But I know I can't! Ohoho.  HELPPPP!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-2023135564310717539?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/2023135564310717539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=2023135564310717539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2023135564310717539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2023135564310717539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/11/loads-and-loads-of-schoolwork.html' title='Loads and Loads of Schoolwork'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-7610786696119835516</id><published>2009-11-09T20:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:20:26.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kruhay'/><title type='text'>Thanks Kruhay! (Maskara Fest '09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I now take this time to thank all the people I worked with in the &lt;b&gt;3rd Pula't Ginto Maskara Festival&lt;/b&gt;. This was my &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; and definitely the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; time in this event. This was so much fun! I was really happy to be a part of &lt;u&gt;Dulaang Kruhay&lt;/u&gt; on my last year in High School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's time to thank the following!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="mutya" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/mutya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cyworld%20pixels/ribbon02.gif" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Hazel&lt;/b&gt;, the director! I am really happy that you are our director. Thanks a lot for all those days we spent together at the Teachers' Lounge (where we practice!) and thanks also for telling us what to do to make our acting better! We understand it when you make us do some running and squatting. It all made us better~ &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cute.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cyworld%20pixels/ribbon03.gif" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Carla&lt;/b&gt;, the stage manager. Thanks for playing Charles' role when he was not around. Oh yeah, I enjoyed being with you! And your ideas how to make the play funnier really amazed me. It all came out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cyworld%20pixels/ribbon04.gif" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Kristin&lt;/b&gt;, the production designer. You indeed made the set look amazing! I was really amazed that you brought two banana trees! That's awfully tough work, but you still did it. You're really a super girl. Thanks for all the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cyworld%20pixels/ribbon05.gif" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;KC&lt;/b&gt;, the sound director. I really appreciate your selection of sounds, especially the good old "Honey, My Love, So Sweet." And the slow-mo Disturbia thing that made me giggle... &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cheeky.gif" /&gt; Thanks a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cyworld%20pixels/ribbon02.gif" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Alexis&lt;/b&gt;, the lights director. The lights went out pretty cool... and yeah, it's really amazing! Thanks a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cyworld%20pixels/ribbon03.gif" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Billy, Ella, Ynna, Gio, Kim, Joshua, Charles, Bob, Jeff,&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;John&lt;/b&gt;! Thanks a lot for all the times we had together in practicing this play. I really enjoyed a lot being with you guys. And I would like to thanks &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt; for doing the flashback thing. And yeah, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;! You're definitely good being the kapre! You made us all laugh! To &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Charles&lt;/span&gt;, it's really a funny conversation with you. I enjoyed having you around! I also liked &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;'s "shing!" and that's pretty funny! Also &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Billy&lt;/span&gt;... with all his efforts being the slung American. And to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt; who caught up with the practices~ You're really amazing! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ella&lt;/span&gt; for all the good times... the hit on the head made me dizzy before. But that's okay! To &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;... you played the grandpa role really good. Congratulations for your directed play, "Bakit Babae..." and to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ynna&lt;/span&gt; who alternated with my role. Thanks, thanks, thanks! &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/high.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aside from &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mutya ng Saging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we also did the play &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dyip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/dyip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Even if we only played as extras, we enjoyed it, too! Most of the extras in that play are from the cast of Mutya ng Saging. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Billy, Kim, Ella, and I were there&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks a lot to &lt;b&gt;Aira&lt;/b&gt; for getting us in. And to &lt;b&gt;Ebib&lt;/b&gt;, the director for telling us what to do. I enjoyed a lot being with the rest of the people in Dyip. &lt;b&gt;Neil&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Nett&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Mitzi&lt;/b&gt; for being a fun combo! To &lt;b&gt;Dominic&lt;/b&gt; who was really fun to be with at the backstage a.k.a. wings. Thanks a lot to the Dyip family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I would also like to thank &lt;b&gt;Sir Edmon&lt;/b&gt; for letting me get in to Kruhay in the first place. Thanks a lot for giving me that chance! Hehe. Thanks also for all the hardwork you did, and for telling us what to do in our acting. Thanks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;AS ONE WE CAN!&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss this for sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-7610786696119835516?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/7610786696119835516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=7610786696119835516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7610786696119835516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7610786696119835516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-kruhay-maskara-fest-09.html' title='Thanks Kruhay! (Maskara Fest &apos;09)'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cyworld%20pixels/th_ribbon02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-1926711160162173652</id><published>2009-11-07T19:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:09:41.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kruhay'/><title type='text'>Happy Time In Kruhay~ SHOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was our first show for &lt;b&gt;Mutya ng Saging&lt;/b&gt;. It was my first, and definitely the last time to have a show in Kruhay's &lt;b&gt;Pula't Ginto Maskara Festival&lt;/b&gt;. Sure, it was pretty tiring--that night I end up stuck on the bed. But I enjoyed a lot! I loved how everyone seemed to help each other moving the props around, doing the makeup and all. This was an experience to treasure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's another show. Our play was funnier because Charles was already there! XD It's another show. Then most of the cast of Mutya ng Saging were extras in the play &lt;b&gt;Dyip&lt;/b&gt; (including me!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so tired today. Probably I can make a better and perhaps, a &lt;i&gt;longer&lt;/i&gt; post. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-1926711160162173652?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1926711160162173652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/1926711160162173652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-time-in-kruhay-show.html' title='Happy Time In Kruhay~ SHOW!'/><author><name>lara</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-8851559276699695834</id><published>2009-11-04T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:28:14.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'>Running With Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't believe it's already the fourth day of November! And it's way too shocking that I and my batchmates only have around five months left in high school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time had flown so quickly. I didn't even notice the past months pass me by. When I was younger, I thought about why people who are older than me think that time pass by so fast when I actually don't feel it at all. I thought they were just saying that because they felt like saying so. The Christmas song with the line &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Pasko na naman, O kay tulin ng araw. Paskong nagdaan tila bago kailan lang."&lt;/span&gt; made me say before that "What? It was a long time ago!" I wondered before why people think that what happened last year seemed to happen just like a week ago. Do you get what I mean? They think time pass by so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I might join the club as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know when I started to have this kind of feeling. I now say those words, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Parang kailan lang"&lt;/span&gt; without even hesitating to say so for I really feel that way. I even don't know what makes time run that fast; some notice it, others don't. My Cascianos days were left behind four years ago, and everything seems to be fresh in my memory. My first year in high school was three years ago, yet I can still recall it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe time is on its race. Maybe it's already its championship and it has nothing to lose. Five months had passed this year, and the five months left will pass by like a breeze. I want to turn back time and hold it still. If I could, I would. But sorry, I couldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time, please pause for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-8851559276699695834?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/8851559276699695834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=8851559276699695834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8851559276699695834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8851559276699695834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/11/running-with-time.html' title='Running With Time'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-8921405858614674476</id><published>2009-11-01T10:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:17:56.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-break'/><title type='text'>First of November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am left at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Supposedly, we are to visit the cemetery. But because I didn't want to go, they left me here. I don't want to be in a jam-packed car anyway. And yes, I am stuck at home doing nothing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I forgot. I already have a Facebook account. I just made it yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-8921405858614674476?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/8921405858614674476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=8921405858614674476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8921405858614674476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/8921405858614674476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-of-november.html' title='First of November'/><author><name>lara</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-2078526064381323960</id><published>2009-10-31T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:12:46.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-break'/><title type='text'>BAD HAIRCUT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/haircut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I SUPER HATE MY NEW BANGS! &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/pissed.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wish I never cut it that way.  Ohmygosh.  It's so short, about a centimeter above my eyebrows.  BAD!!!  I look like a coconut shell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, it'll take around two weeks for it to grow a little longer.  Wish it'll grow fast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-2078526064381323960?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/2078526064381323960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=2078526064381323960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2078526064381323960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2078526064381323960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-haircut.html' title='BAD HAIRCUT!!!'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/th_pissed.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-7305108726533436581</id><published>2009-10-29T20:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:09:23.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kruhay'/><title type='text'>LOL. ROFL. LMAO. XD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This day was a &lt;b&gt;laughing day&lt;/b&gt; for everyone. (I guess.) &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/high.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I was in school half day this morning for &lt;u&gt;Kruhay&lt;/u&gt;. We practiced our play and had &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;two complete dry runs&lt;/span&gt;! This was actually the &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; time we reached the &lt;b&gt;Scene 2&lt;/b&gt;, and it's like... "Ohh. FINALLY!" &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/haha.gif" /&gt; Sir Edmon haven't seen &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; act his part for he only appears in the later part of Scene 2. And it was a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;smashin' funny scene&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;How was I? &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cyworld%20pixels/raindrop02.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do like the black walls of the PS AVR. Good luck to Angel and the people who were helping her this morning... I hope you can finish it soon. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/grin.gif" /&gt; Anyway, since I like it so much, I took pictures. Like always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/turnbacktime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*But that's just a wish.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The funnier of the two dry runs was the second one. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/haha.gif" /&gt; We were laughing all along, especially Charles. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/lol.gif" /&gt; He can't seem to stop. And we're also laughing at each other's lines.  More of that tomorrow.  I'm so tired right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh yeah. Long day tomorrow. I hope I can blog well. Today isn't really a good post, and I don't have much time to post photos. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If I could post photos now, I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/diao.gif" /&gt;  (I feel something's wrong with Blogger now.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-7305108726533436581?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/7305108726533436581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=7305108726533436581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7305108726533436581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7305108726533436581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/10/lol-rofl-lmao-xd.html' title='LOL. ROFL. LMAO. XD.'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/th_high.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-543623506624871561</id><published>2009-10-28T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:11:34.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-break'/><title type='text'>No Facebook</title><content type='html'>This is a confession.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; profile. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/wth.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Once more I'll say. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't have a FACEBOOK profile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not that I'm banning Facebook, and I'm not disliking Facebook either. But actually, there's some reason that I've decided &lt;s&gt;not to make one&lt;/s&gt; this sem-break. Yes, I do get a lot of &lt;span style="color:#66cc66;"&gt;invites&lt;/span&gt; in my mail. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/14.gif" /&gt; Eventually, I turned them all down. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/haha.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, would I make a Facebook profile... or NOT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What will I do for this day? Tomorrow I'll be back to school until twelve noon. And the next day, until three in the afternoon. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/confused.gif" /&gt; What will I do??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-543623506624871561?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/543623506624871561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=543623506624871561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/543623506624871561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/543623506624871561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-facebook.html' title='No Facebook'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/th_wth.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-7998775532327887887</id><published>2009-10-27T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:08:12.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-break'/><title type='text'>second day success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the &lt;b&gt;second day&lt;/b&gt; of sem-break. At this rate I'm going, I might say then that this day is quite a success. I was able to do things I wanted to do, and yeah... tomorrow will be the &lt;i&gt;last full-day&lt;/i&gt; sem-break day. I have to wake up EARLY! Then I'll do whatever I want to do. I'll try to do things not involving my PC since it might overheat. LOL. I want to walk around the village in the morning and take pictures! I really want to take lots of pictures and edit them. Haha. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. We got a project to finish. Ohhh. Have mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-7998775532327887887?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/7998775532327887887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=7998775532327887887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7998775532327887887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7998775532327887887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/10/second-day-success.html' title='second day success'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-2322954449142594664</id><published>2009-10-26T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:46:33.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Sem Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's sad to think that this is the &lt;b&gt;last&lt;/b&gt; semestral break we'll be having in High School... &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/sad.gif" /&gt; And it's sadder because when classes resume in &lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;, we'll only have &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; months&lt;/span&gt; left. Time's really fast. June was like yesterday, but now, it is already the last week of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don't have definite plans for this short vacation. Yeah, 1 week is short. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/haha.gif" /&gt; I already wasted a day, and that's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hoho. Then on Thursday and Friday, I'll be in school for Kruhay. Ohh. So I still have Tuesday and Wednesday for whatever I wish to do. But whaaaat? I don't know what to do. I always sleep like &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Endymion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (See, I've learned so much about Greek Mythology because of English class.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Take a break. And meet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;HAN KYUNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/hankyung1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/hankyung2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so handsoooome!&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/heart06.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/heart06.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/heart06.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially in the &lt;i&gt;dance version&lt;/i&gt; of &lt;b&gt;It's You&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love the part where he sang the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;HanKyung.HanKyung.HanKyung. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back to the sem-break stuff... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, it doesn't seem like a break at all. There's nothing much I can do in a week, considering I have two days for school, and two more days for family holidays (which fall over the weekend). Then it'll be a back-to-school day on November 3. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/confused.gif" /&gt; My next two days should not go to waste. Never will I let that happen. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/lol.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-2322954449142594664?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/2322954449142594664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=2322954449142594664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2322954449142594664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2322954449142594664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/10/sem-break.html' title='Sem Break!'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/th_sad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-4707297247893577142</id><published>2009-10-25T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:47:23.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>exams are OVER!!! &lt;:-P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In case you didn't know, &lt;b&gt;&lt;:-P&lt;/b&gt; is a Yahoo emoticon for party!&lt;br /&gt;And that's because &lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;Periodical Exams&lt;/span&gt; are over! I don't want to think about it, though... You don't know the feeling of &lt;i&gt;failing&lt;/i&gt; something that I shouldn't have failed. Or to think that in a way, I couldn't have failed. Ugh. Anyway, I'll try to forget about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_6566.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We took this photo last Monday. Haha. There were lots of photos with the four of us. Anyway, from left to right, that's Mariell, Ralph, me, and Ara.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/colorful.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And I drew this during classes--I forgot during what subject. Yeah right, I draw like a five-year old. Ohh. But I find it cute. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/lol.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/happy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And yes! I wish everyone a happy, happy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEM-BREAK&lt;/span&gt;! (According to Sir Bondoy, it's already our &lt;b&gt;third&lt;/b&gt; sem-break!) Anyway, about that photo... I took that after taking a special quiz in Filipino... so I am &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the hallway! &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cheeky.gif" /&gt; I didn't let the chance pass me by... and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TA-DAAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! I took this photo! &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/hhhhhhhh.jpg" /&gt; Funny because I was watching out for anyone who can possibly see me &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cbox%20smiles/nervous.gif" /&gt; though it's obvious that there's &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; around. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cute.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yesterday's exams... (Oh yes, we had Saturday for the exams) was terribly awful. I know I shouldn't say anything but I just can't let this off the hook. I need to say it out. But I decide not to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Be back tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-4707297247893577142?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/4707297247893577142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=4707297247893577142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4707297247893577142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4707297247893577142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-are-over-p.html' title='exams are OVER!!! &lt;:-P'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/th_lol.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-2976102296403408461</id><published>2009-10-21T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:55:54.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'>exams!! T___T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my visitors. (Though there are almost nothing. I don't care much. LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah. It's exams week and a hard day starts tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My brain's really tired! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, sorry for those bad rants. Again, to my visitors... or visitor... whatever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be out. And maybe I'll close this site for a while. I'm on HIATUS. Exams are terribly deadly! (They rhyme, don't they? ^__^) And I have to start studying right away. No second to waste. I have to study!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good luck to everyone who'll be taking exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Holidays next week!! VACATION!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-2976102296403408461?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/2976102296403408461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=2976102296403408461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2976102296403408461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2976102296403408461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-tt.html' title='exams!! T___T'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-6171317658919671275</id><published>2009-10-18T09:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:15:40.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>day out!</title><content type='html'>We went to the mall &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;And had so much fun shopping in the grocery and playing in &lt;b&gt;Tom's World&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_6434-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister took this photo of me in the grocery! &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/lol.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the grocery yesterday, they had free taste for some drinks. There were coffee, milk, and yogurt. We had the coffee. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/cyworld%20pixels/cupcake03.gif" /&gt; And then we tried a bit of the yogurt... I don't find it really good at all. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/dead.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't like YOGURT&lt;/span&gt;. Since I was a kid, I dislike yogurt so much because I first thought that it tasted like &lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ice cream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But then I realize that it doesn't. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And in &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom's World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_6511-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing this game...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/IMG_6515-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and finally got this cute toy!! &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/high.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A really happy weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;And I have to study for the exams.  Ohhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-6171317658919671275?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/6171317658919671275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=6171317658919671275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6171317658919671275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/6171317658919671275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-out.html' title='day out!'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/th_lol.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-2641903061563850429</id><published>2009-10-17T12:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:26:40.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>Swimming classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/suju1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;SUPER JUNIOR is &lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/heart06.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;And I know now who these guys are... &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/suju2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/suju3-1.jpg" width="111" height="101" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Si Won&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Han Kyung&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/heart06.gif" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;(Am I right?)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Their song &lt;b&gt;It's You&lt;/b&gt; (너라고) is so addicting.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Especially the line, "Neorago." &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cute.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had fun today because it's the LAST DAY of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Swimming Classes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cry.gif" /&gt; Though it's fun to swim, it quite sad because it's the last... and yeah, we enjoyed. A lot. Really. I am not a good swimmer, though. I can't make a swimmer in me. &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/cry.gif" /&gt; The sun's up &lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/little%20stuff/02_01.gif" /&gt; so I tanned a bit. Not a big deal, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Edit this later. Going out today. See yah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[EDIT @ 8:22 PM]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi. I am back. We went to the mall today and shopped and played around. Took some pictures and had fun. But I am not gonna post today about that. Maybe tomorrow, I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lock and load, baby let's go!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-2641903061563850429?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/2641903061563850429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=2641903061563850429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2641903061563850429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2641903061563850429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/10/lss.html' title='Swimming classes'/><author><name>lara</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z116/larasmiles/smileys/th_cute.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640424853979961708.post-2700900670579406204</id><published>2009-10-15T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:12:58.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>busy school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tons of homework today. And yeah, lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay. I don't have smilies for today. And no colors. But I am not so happy to tell you that this is... a gray day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When will I stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-2700900670579406204?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/2700900670579406204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=2700900670579406204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2700900670579406204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2700900670579406204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-school.html' title='busy school!'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-452221685780473603</id><published>2009-10-12T20:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:11:23.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know why I have to post a lot of "gray days" posts. And this is another gray day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm not really up to a colorful, normal "school days" post. I still feel the need of thinking about how I've been in the past days. Then reflect on them. Though it seems new that I post seriously, I tell you that this is how I post before summer this year. I am planning to have a blog for deep thoughts alone; for gray days alone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alright. I said too much. Anyway, homework's killing me. Really. I want to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-452221685780473603?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/452221685780473603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=452221685780473603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/452221685780473603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/452221685780473603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-7503741724981319758</id><published>2009-10-10T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:56:47.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>I'm trying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sorry for what I've posted in the past few days. All were bitter posts... and I admit I'm not yet ready to go back to how I'm used to blog. I guess I'll have this page closed for a while. I'm still thinking about it, though. Maybe in few days, I'll be interested in blogging with all the colors and smileys I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today was swimming lessons day-slash-Kruhay practice. And I can say this day is far from what I had experienced the past week. I feel lighter, but I have still many things to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I hope everything will be okay. I hope that next week, and the rest of my years would be fine. I'm so tired of drama, really. I don't want to be seen as the little emo girl at the corner. I am not emo, by the way. But with what I post, it seems like I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will my tomorrow be?&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Still labeled "gray days".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-7503741724981319758?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/7503741724981319758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=7503741724981319758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7503741724981319758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/7503741724981319758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-trying.html' title='I&apos;m trying'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-4150761097506988865</id><published>2009-10-09T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:19:48.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>I can't say anything more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is record-breaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For three consecutive days, I have four posts all labeled as "gray days". This day ends the crap of this week (I hope). This day is the worst since Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't figure out what's wrong. I know it's somewhere in me, but who cares anyway? Even I myself don't care at all. My life is so bad, and it can never get any worse. Nothing matters to me now. My mind is blank. I don't feel like crying or anything. For me, I think I couldn't cry anymore. It feels weird to me that I didn't even cry, that I didn't even think about crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have no eyes to dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been watching myself do the same mistakes all over again.  And I'll still be watching it until forever. I can still take everything... just because I have to live with it.  I know I'll be okay whatever happens to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know where to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-4150761097506988865?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/4150761097506988865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=4150761097506988865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4150761097506988865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4150761097506988865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-say-anything-more.html' title='I can&apos;t say anything more'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-4259344962957611419</id><published>2009-10-09T10:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:22:20.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>bakit ganun?</title><content type='html'>Bakit pag ikaw, pwede... bakit pag kayo, pwede...&lt;br /&gt;bakit pag ako, HINDI??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-4259344962957611419?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/4259344962957611419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=4259344962957611419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4259344962957611419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/4259344962957611419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/10/bakit-ganun.html' title='bakit ganun?'/><author><name>lara</name><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-3640424853979961708.post-2820149414499896412</id><published>2009-10-08T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:08:22.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray days'/><title type='text'>it's knocking me off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was even worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder why everything turns out so bad just when they have to be good at least, or just plain normal.  Not like this; not as chaotic as today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm getting too tired of this week.  Too tired that I want to scream out loud and let the world know that I'm so friggin' messed up.  With what?  WITH EVERYTHING.  Not just homework and other school stuff that make me go effin' busy, but even the simplest things! I think a laughter is a sin, and a joke is a bad word.  I didn't know that it was all forbidden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fine.  I'll stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640424853979961708-2820149414499896412?l=berryknots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/feeds/2820149414499896412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640424853979961708&amp;postID=2820149414499896412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2820149414499896412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640424853979961708/posts/default/2820149414499896412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryknots.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-knocking-me-off.html' title='it&apos;s knocking me off'/><author><name>lara</name><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></feed>
