<?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-32450946</id><updated>2012-01-02T00:12:34.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pear Shaped Tomato</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>282</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-734318020312103826</id><published>2010-06-07T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:17:28.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On.</title><content type='html'>This blog's been with me since first year high school. A lot of memories of high school days have been written here so it's really difficult for me to delete this no matter how many times I've been thinking of doing so. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now that I'm no longer in high school and now that I'm moving on to college, I feel like it's time to move on to a new blog. I still use Tumblr but I miss the long entries I used to write all the time here in Blogger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun writing here. It was fun sharing experiences even if no one would really read this. But there comes a time when someone has to move on. I am now moving on to a new stage of life - college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's to a clean slate, a new school and a new blog. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-734318020312103826?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/734318020312103826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=734318020312103826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/734318020312103826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/734318020312103826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2010/06/moving-on.html' title='Moving On.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-5256962358022754474</id><published>2010-03-06T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T14:05:28.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under construction.</title><content type='html'>Still gonna find time to fix this blog up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed the layout again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect this to be finished in two weeks or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-5256962358022754474?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/5256962358022754474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=5256962358022754474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5256962358022754474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5256962358022754474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2010/03/under-construction.html' title='Under construction.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-2666066676250119611</id><published>2010-02-14T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:42:47.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with school since we got back. Intrams, then family day, then fair, then academic week. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to write articles now, but sadly, I got writer's block. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little update: I'm still stressed regarding newsletter stuff. I got another meeting tomorrow. Two weeks are left 'til final exams. Also, I passed UP, Ateneo and UST, but I still can't decide where I'm going to college. My two choices are UP and Ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also Valentine's Day. Haha. But it's also SAD or rather, Single Awareness Day, for others. I won't forget Chinese New Year as well. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-2666066676250119611?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/2666066676250119611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=2666066676250119611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2666066676250119611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2666066676250119611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-7673785112732817865</id><published>2010-01-02T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:53:57.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post for the year 2010.</title><content type='html'>Haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DLSU results are out. I didn't take the DLSUCET so I don't really feel anything now. Congrats to everyone who passed though :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nervous for the ACET and UPCAT results though. :-/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must get started on the other projects too.. Blargh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-7673785112732817865?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/7673785112732817865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=7673785112732817865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7673785112732817865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7673785112732817865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-post-for-year-2010.html' title='First post for the year 2010.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-5630705667030689711</id><published>2009-12-25T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:33:41.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>It's 1:32 AM.. so it's definitely December 25, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Merry Christmas! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-5630705667030689711?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/5630705667030689711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=5630705667030689711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5630705667030689711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5630705667030689711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-8027613406652611173</id><published>2009-12-22T11:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:11:37.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days til Christmas</title><content type='html'>Yeah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Christmas break hasn't been fun at all since it's started, I guess it will be better on Christmas itself. I am pretty sure that everyone else is having fun though. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of Christmas break should be fun though. We're having relatives over on the 24th to have Noche Buena and celebrate Christmas. Also, we're going to Bohol on the 28th with the balikbayans, Ninang Cit, Ninang Chelda and Ninang Peng. Harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming days should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-8027613406652611173?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/8027613406652611173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=8027613406652611173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8027613406652611173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8027613406652611173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-days-til-christmas.html' title='3 days til Christmas'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-1015034032371358413</id><published>2009-12-19T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T17:47:47.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Break!</title><content type='html'>Finally changed my layout again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 of Christmas break and it's been boring since it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. December 24 onwards should be better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be getting a laptop for Christmas when Tito Douglas, Tita Mila and Kuya Dwight are coming here from the States for a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm really not used to not doing anything. I'm normally busy with school.. especially with the extra-curricular stuff. Being EIC of the newsletter has been nothing but stress for me though. Not to mention, I'm still president of the journalism club (yes, that's different from the newsletter.) And I'm part of the yearbook staff. Yeah, now you know why I'm busy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this time may be boring, it's all good since I'm out of school and away from all possible stressors. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-1015034032371358413?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/1015034032371358413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=1015034032371358413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1015034032371358413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1015034032371358413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-break.html' title='Christmas Break!'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-3499391621567819635</id><published>2009-12-16T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:08:45.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Layout.</title><content type='html'>My previous layout died on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, yes I know. I did love that layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pillow is a 10 pound marshmallow. :-&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photobucket said that the user's inactive so the picture is well, gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'll look for a new blog template during Christmas break I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-3499391621567819635?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/3499391621567819635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=3499391621567819635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/3499391621567819635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/3499391621567819635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/12/temporary-layout.html' title='Temporary Layout.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-6513603732068376591</id><published>2009-12-12T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:41:01.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage depression.</title><content type='html'>I think I'm going into a state of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. All because one thing I used to love so much isn't going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, my Math and Physics grades will might as well drop this quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally lost my patience last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I think my life's a mess right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even thought of resigning and leaving that to end my month-long depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something's pulling me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blargh. I dunno what to do now. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-6513603732068376591?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/6513603732068376591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=6513603732068376591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6513603732068376591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6513603732068376591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/12/teenage-depression.html' title='Teenage depression.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-6365792000658620114</id><published>2009-11-16T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:41:39.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to blog in Taglish. O_O</title><content type='html'>I just looked back at older entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that when I was 12 or 13, I blogged in Taglish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid. Taglish sounds horrible when written down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-6365792000658620114?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/6365792000658620114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=6365792000658620114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6365792000658620114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6365792000658620114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-used-to-blog-in-taglish-oo.html' title='I used to blog in Taglish. O_O'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-746438730608465098</id><published>2009-11-16T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:39:05.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back.</title><content type='html'>I have not forgotten you, blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though everyone's using Tumblr and Facebook now, I still won't totally leave you behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to let go of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably because I've been blogging on you since the year 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even let myself delete you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-746438730608465098?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/746438730608465098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=746438730608465098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/746438730608465098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/746438730608465098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-back.html' title='I am back.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-8184224553152443985</id><published>2009-09-29T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:23:56.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alright.</title><content type='html'>Classes have been suspended until Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One answer would be to laze around the house and waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another would be to take time to help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go with the second thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's wednesday. I think I'll be going to SHS tomorrow to help.. that is if time permits. I'll look for some clothes I don't use anymore as well. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-8184224553152443985?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/8184224553152443985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=8184224553152443985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8184224553152443985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8184224553152443985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/09/alright.html' title='alright.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-765355196114252155</id><published>2009-09-28T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:03:11.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typhoon Ondoy</title><content type='html'>There are nine days left before my 16th birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, I don't have a reason to be happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because everyone's currently unhappy... because of the wreck and damage caused by the recent typhoon Ondoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavy rains started one Friday evening. Because of the strange weather, sunny mornings then rainy afternoons and evenings, a lot of people thought that everything was going to be all bright and sunny the next morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..however, all those people who thought that, were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavy rains continued for one whole day. Around 410 mm of water fell from the sky apparently. Because of the amount of water, houses were submerged in water, flash floods occurred, people were stranded, and even worse, people drowned in the waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, as all this was happening, I had really no idea that floods, losses of houses and the like was going on. Our house here in North Susana was extremely fine. However, the houses of my classmates in Northview and Vista Real Classica weren't as lucky. I seriously hope they're fine now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 200,000 (plus plus.) were greatly affected by this flood. 95 people have already died as well. I thought that typhoon "Milenyo" was bad; however, Ondoy was a whole lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metro Manila is already in a state of calamity. It's great that a ton of people are already helping out and donating as much as they can for the people who need them so much. I'd like to help too but apparently, I cannot. Dad's out of the house.. and mom can't drive. I do really admire everyone who's being a part and reaching out to all the other Filipinos who need help. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-765355196114252155?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/765355196114252155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=765355196114252155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/765355196114252155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/765355196114252155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/09/typhoon-ondoy.html' title='Typhoon Ondoy'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-1003534778821489144</id><published>2009-09-20T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:27:39.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrance tests</title><content type='html'>Back when I was a kid, I thought that it would be easy to get in UP and Ateneo. I thought that when I grew up, I wouldn't have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now, I'm starting to think that getting into my dream university wouldn't be a walk in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to doubt myself. I'm starting to think that I might actually end up in UST because I didn't pass the UPCAT or ACET. I pray to God that he'd give me at least just one of the two. Any one. Even though my dream is UP, even just Ateneo would be great for me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrance tests are strange things. They're just like any other tests you take.. they're on paper and you gotta answer them. They're also not like any other ordinary test you take because they do tell your future (whether you'll study there or not) and you can never take that test again if you fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are really some people who get into their dream school. There are some people who also don't get into their dream school. There are some people who pass every single test they take while there are some people who don't pass anything. This is the sad truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually to pass an entrance test, you gotta be the best. That's what all the big universities want. That's why everyone would kill just to get in. To pass, you really gotta be extremely smart or really hard-working. You will fight not just hundreds, but instead, thousands of other seniors who want to get into that school as well. The UPCAT has more or less 60,000 students applying every year. ACET has around 40,000. If only these schools could accept accept everyone however, the fact is they cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any other senior out there, I wish to be in my dream school. I want to be in ADMU or UP. I want to pass those entrance tests very badly. I really wish that that would really happen. The results come early next year, so the only thing left to do now is wait, and of course, pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-1003534778821489144?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/1003534778821489144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=1003534778821489144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1003534778821489144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1003534778821489144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/09/entrance-tests.html' title='Entrance tests'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-5408682580335655860</id><published>2009-09-15T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:57:56.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Down day/</title><content type='html'>Today was full of ups and downs. Really bipolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me enumerate the ups first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got accepted into the Profile Staff. I wasn't expecting this though. In fact, I forgot that I even applied for it. We had to submit our application letters last July so I forgot that I submitted one.  Mrs. Dino just excused me, Jonah and Clarice during English class. She also excused the other staffers too during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I saw Miss Toli again after 2 or 3 years. Yeah, I remember she visited the school when I was still in second year. She still remembers me.. that's cool. I wasn't really expecting her to visit or anything because she teaches in the US based on what I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) We had guidance instead of CL today. Good, because we were supposed to have two quizzes today. I learned how bipolar my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the downs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I foot was practically crushed by rude and careless sophomores during lunch time. They were like playing around even though they knew that they could hit other people. What was worse though was that they didn't even apologize. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I think I failed the El Fili quiz O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I guess today was fine. I gotta look for sports attire because we got our first intrams practice tomorrow. O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-5408682580335655860?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/5408682580335655860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=5408682580335655860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5408682580335655860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5408682580335655860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/09/up-and-down-day.html' title='Up and Down day/'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-189701465591997575</id><published>2009-09-13T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:36:57.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Grandparent's day</title><content type='html'>I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is turning into one boring Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Let me just say one thing : "HAPPY GRANDPARENT'S DAY to all the grandparents out there!" :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're going to see mamoy and other relatives later. They're out watching Kimmy Dora (which happens to be one of the funniest Filipino movies around, and trust me, Filipino comedy hasn't been that great since Dolphy was young.) right now so we're going to see them later. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-189701465591997575?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/189701465591997575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=189701465591997575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/189701465591997575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/189701465591997575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-grandparents-day.html' title='Happy Grandparent&apos;s day'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-7454795271204199353</id><published>2009-09-12T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:17:23.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>So the Newsletter Screening is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really have to do much that time since I was already done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel needed at all though O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt useless too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe it's because of the moderator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a ton of things before there was actually a screening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..then I might not be part of the staff :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-7454795271204199353?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/7454795271204199353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=7454795271204199353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7454795271204199353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7454795271204199353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-2856120973278491975</id><published>2009-09-08T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:07:07.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady like campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMeL8LyiM1s/SqZV--Nuk3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aqoKUkyjsHo/s1600-h/IMG_3173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMeL8LyiM1s/SqZV--Nuk3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aqoKUkyjsHo/s320/IMG_3173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379081345281463154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the lady like campaign today. Har har. The picture at the left is a picture of what I wore to school today. Yes, I wore that black and blue dress. Strangely, my ID fitted well with it because of the black strap and blue USB =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, today was an ordinary day except for the fact that we had to wear dresses to school. O_O We still had the regular classes and all. I guess it was alright but I think I failed the Physics long quiz today T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to that I'd like to greet Mother Mary a Happy Birthday as well. Because it is her birthday today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get started on my homework now. O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-2856120973278491975?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/2856120973278491975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=2856120973278491975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2856120973278491975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2856120973278491975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/09/lady-like-campaign.html' title='Lady like campaign'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMeL8LyiM1s/SqZV--Nuk3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aqoKUkyjsHo/s72-c/IMG_3173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-4504247639403748319</id><published>2009-09-01T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:44:08.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost my glasses :|</title><content type='html'>I shall blog again today even though it's not exactly a "petix" day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have lost my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I wear glasses. I just don't wear them all the time, just in the classroom so that I can read what's written on the board without much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. They made my eyesight a little clearer for a good year more or less :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to buy another pair soon. O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-4504247639403748319?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/4504247639403748319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=4504247639403748319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4504247639403748319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4504247639403748319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-lost-my-glasses.html' title='I lost my glasses :|'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-873754662873327095</id><published>2009-08-31T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:42:21.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I actually realized something.</title><content type='html'>Usually, whenever I really like something, I say that I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized this during the last CL class we had. O_O (yeah, I actually listened that time after the weird song called Banal na Aso, Santong Kabayo @-) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contradict myself more often than I don't. But to be honest, I don't really realize that I do contradict myself most of the time. I only realize that I actually wanted something when I lost it or can't have it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember saying that I didn't like writing. But come to think of it, how can I say that if I joined the Journalism and Newsletter clubs of my own school? Also, I applied for Journalism in UP and UST. Now, I just did contradict myself there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I said before that I'd be alright even though I wouldn't be in the Newsletter Staff this year. I even said that I didn't want to be the Editor-in-chief. But when I found out that the staff was going to change and that there's a chance that I wouldn't be in the Staff anymore, I actually was sad. I used to think that it was a small thing for me but I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be totally honest with myself, I can say that I love the Staff. Writing's become a huge part of my high school life already that I really cannot say that I don't like it at all. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I must stop this really bad habit of contradicting myself. O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-873754662873327095?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/873754662873327095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=873754662873327095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/873754662873327095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/873754662873327095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-actually-realized-something.html' title='I actually realized something.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-459506689167879907</id><published>2009-08-25T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:06:40.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>I finally felt like posting again :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it's another "petix" night tonight because we're taking the NCAE or National Career Assessment Examination tomorrow. I can't believe I have to be at school before 7 AM though :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one heck of a day. General Assembly in the morning + Accounting Quiz (?) + English Role Play + Ekon. Quiz + weird CL game + Linggo ng Wika day 2 + Physics Lab Expt. + Outreach orientation + 10 minute Math review for the NCAE thingo + Weird Music discussion = ONE HELL OF A "SABAW" DAY. :| :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Gen. Assembly. It was alright I guess. COL launched projects and gave reminders. It also turns out that we'll have to wear dresses/skirts on September 8 and some day in January. O_O Ladylike campaign rocks man. O_O :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English roleplays went well. I was Phaethon, (research that if you wanna know who he is) the sun of Helios. I was the main character. Yeah. Adi was my father, Helios. Jonah was the Narrator. Jade was the Earth/ props dude. Kaith and Sofy were my sisters and Clarice was Zeus. So yeah, we got a 98 on that roleplay :)) And Mrs. Reyes praised me or something. And like most teachers, she called me by my first and last name. She also praised Adi and Jonah and the storyline. She even said that the Zeus role fits Clarice. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linggo ng Wika day 2 was for the song translation, MTV, and the Malikhaing Pagkukwento. They were all great! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Outreach Orientation was alright. I miss Miss Malayas :)) We're going to the Correctional Institute for Women this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how my day was. I better sleep soon. I have to go to school early tomorrow O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-459506689167879907?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/459506689167879907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=459506689167879907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/459506689167879907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/459506689167879907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/08/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-8662545282483681674</id><published>2009-08-17T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:36:46.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging instead of studying</title><content type='html'>I'm actually blogging instead of doing school-related stuff. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since there have been more days without school than days with school in one week. Yeah, we only got school for 3 days this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather weird though. Math quiz was alright I guess but I didn't get a perfect score all because I failed to see that there was a part F. O_O Sucks now, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had this Make-up symposium today because of Prosec. Thanks to The Face Shop too. It was alright I guess. I didn't have to put anything on my face. Haha. We did mess with Adi's though. Yes, I am clearly inexperienced in this thing called Make-up. I have no idea on what the hell it is, let alone know how to apply it. I got through it in the end anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have any subjects during the periods between recess and lunch because of the Make-up symposium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, A. Geom was alright I guess. I don't think I really paid that much attention though. Then PE was rather tiring. Who knew that the Moroccan dance we had to do was that tiring? O_O We shook our hips and butts so much that it was too much to count already =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this kid we saw who was vandalizing school property - in broad daylight just so you know and in a public place too. She like wrote on the ramp posts with a black crayon. Yeah, she was just a second grader so I guess she just didn't know that it was wrong to write on school property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I better get back to my crappy teenstar project and other homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-8662545282483681674?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/8662545282483681674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=8662545282483681674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8662545282483681674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8662545282483681674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogging-instead-of-studying.html' title='Blogging instead of studying'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-4917230912674239472</id><published>2009-08-13T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:37:20.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally got what I wanted</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I finally got the thing I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was too far from what I really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I thought that it didn't really matter to me. But when I was told that it wouldn't go my way, I actually felt really sad. I really wanted it even though I said that it was okay if I didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hard. It was the only thing I was thinking about before school started. Now, it's like I won't get it and it's just so sad. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I got used to is changing. The new school system makes me feel like it wants to change everything I knew and actually liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. What's the point of all this anyway. I had no say to begin with. They made we wait for 4 months for something not favorable to my part. All I can do is accept it, no matter how much I hate it :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-4917230912674239472?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/4917230912674239472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=4917230912674239472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4917230912674239472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4917230912674239472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-finally-got-what-i-wanted.html' title='I finally got what I wanted'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-3328865107819623165</id><published>2009-08-10T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:04:45.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should give up on the idea that we'll still have a school newsletter this year :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's already the end of the first quarter and we still don't have a newsletter staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you may not care but if you were in my position, you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. My dad already brought up the Newsletter stuff last May. Then I asked last June about it. Then again in July and then 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school administration's already had 4 months... do they still need more time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are seriously running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like they don't even care. I still can't believe that they bothered to send newsletter representatives to this seminar when there wasn't even a newsletter to begin with? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. We already paid 250 pesos each for the newsletter in the tuition fee. If we don't use that money, where the hell will it go? O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-3328865107819623165?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/3328865107819623165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=3328865107819623165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/3328865107819623165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/3328865107819623165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-annoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-750105674775374862</id><published>2009-08-08T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:04:28.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday tests.</title><content type='html'>I had to go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's a Saturday :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our A. Geom and Teenstar tests today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just discovered the great taste of Sago't Gulaman today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird, I know. I never really liked to try that stuff before. I guess it was the color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is turning into one boring Saturday. I'm stuck at home. Mom and dad are coming home from Malaybalay today though. They left last wednesday because they were going to do something Catholic-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized that I need blue g-tec ink right now O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-750105674775374862?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/750105674775374862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=750105674775374862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/750105674775374862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/750105674775374862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-tests.html' title='Saturday tests.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-7188369683121619093</id><published>2009-08-07T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:17:54.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300th post! :D</title><content type='html'>This happens to be my 300th blog post :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it's a friday but I'm not really thanking god because we got classes tomorrow O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test days, I so hate thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least we're half day during most of these days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing significant happened today. I just felt like posting something before I study... that is, if I will even study in the first place. Well we did have our Physics, English and PE tests today. But before that, we had a mass. It does happen to be the first friday of the month of August. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, PE was alright I guess. Just had a little hard time with the diet exercise test thingo. Then Physics was O_O I can pass... or not. Let's just hope for the best until Tuesday. I didn't study for the English test. It was rather easy though. I finished it in around 20-25 minutes even though we were given an hour to complete the test. The last test was a bit confusing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also super windy today. My Physics index card flew away twice during the Physics test. We didn't even turn on the air-con in the classroom because it was really windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, 2 more test days and 5 more subjects to go and good-bye to the first quarter. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that also means that it's gonna be 3 more quarters until I bid farewell to the School of the Holy Spirit as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;Publish Post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-7188369683121619093?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/7188369683121619093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=7188369683121619093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7188369683121619093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7188369683121619093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/08/300th-post-d.html' title='300th post! :D'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-5001314055422006006</id><published>2009-08-02T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:59:20.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPCAT</title><content type='html'>I took the UPCAT today, August 2, 2009 at the UP Diliman College of Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was alright I guess. The room I got into was air-conditioned, it had chairs exactly the same as the ones we have it SHS, the test proctor and examiner were rather nice, and the test wasn't exactly hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't take it as seriously as I should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it like I would usually take a mock test at LSC O_O I passed the mock test... well, the first one I passed. The second, well I haven't asked LSC yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I hope I pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-5001314055422006006?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/5001314055422006006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=5001314055422006006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5001314055422006006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5001314055422006006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/08/upcat.html' title='UPCAT'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-3849026538367558070</id><published>2009-07-28T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:24:06.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The intensive studying shall begin now.</title><content type='html'>So here I am, blogging once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days 'til the dreaded UPCAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta study now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-3849026538367558070?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/3849026538367558070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=3849026538367558070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/3849026538367558070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/3849026538367558070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/07/intensive-studying-shall-begin-now.html' title='The intensive studying shall begin now.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-213606280136056041</id><published>2009-07-26T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:38:21.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remind me to update more frequently.</title><content type='html'>Hello again, Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First blog here since school started =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, senior year's been somewhat fun I guess. Not as stressful as junior year, well if you don't count the UPCAT, ACET, and other college entrance stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my surprise, the journalism club's well... very much alive. I had no problem with getting enough members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there's no newsletter. At least not yet. I dunno what's taking them so long. The school even sent me to this seminar to represent the newsletter even though there wasn't even a newsletter for this school year yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our retreat was also the best :D Tagaytay for three days. Too bad the weather wasn't exactly nice during those days. It was great for the first day, then extremely cold and stormy during the next two days. Brother Ruel was extremely cool too. He said that I should take Public Relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, UPCAT's something like 8 days away. I don't think I'm really ready. I'm gonna do some intensive studying for the rest of the week. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that I can into UP and/or Ateneo. O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-213606280136056041?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/213606280136056041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=213606280136056041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/213606280136056041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/213606280136056041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/07/remind-me-to-update-more-frequently.html' title='Remind me to update more frequently.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-7412556972712186964</id><published>2009-05-30T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:56:33.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last two days of May :|</title><content type='html'>I'm in Iba again for the third weekend in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review's officially over and I won't see everyone again until July :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are only two days left for the month of may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there are only 9 days left before school starts O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a senior and I don't think I'm ready for it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 9 days to prepare for senior year and all the things coming my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-7412556972712186964?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/7412556972712186964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=7412556972712186964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7412556972712186964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7412556972712186964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-two-days-of-may.html' title='Last two days of May :|'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-4549436532938213750</id><published>2009-05-23T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:10:02.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Iba again.</title><content type='html'>We're in Iba again. We went here because Tito Philip and Tita Ching invited us because they were gonna celebrate Tita Ching's birthday. She invited people from the office, relatives and her doctors. One of her doctors also happened to be Mr. dela Pena :)) So we ran into Thea's family there in their house =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we then went around. We went to our house and then to the old house. So in the end, it was actually fun seeing all the relatives again. The last time we saw them was during Mamoy's birthday last year. But I didn't really get to talk to them last year though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their also coming back to our house for dinner tonight. Also, we're going home tomorrow too. We're also gonna celebrate mamoy's birthday in the evening as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just realized that I haven't studied yet for the Science comprehensive test in review @-) I don't have time anymore so I might as well cram tomorrow =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-4549436532938213750?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/4549436532938213750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=4549436532938213750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4549436532938213750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4549436532938213750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-iba-again.html' title='In Iba again.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-7699083666490634508</id><published>2009-05-18T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:23:49.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been thinking for a while now.</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about a lot of things for this school year. It's strange that I know that I'm gonna be a senior this year but I really don't want to be one yet ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm pretty sure this year's gonna be a hella more hectic that last year. At least it's gonna be a whole lot harder for me because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've been told by several people that I'm most probably gonna be editor-in-chief of the school newsletter ._. It's not final yet but it really might be true. The moderator and the previous EIC have dropped a few hints (making me take over for the last issue, making me officiate the last meeting) But you never know, I may not be EIC XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I might as well be club president once again... that is if there's still gonna be a journalism club next year. I don't mean to be pessimistic, but the dissolution of our little club's insanely possible T_T Sad, I know. I'm always sure that there will always be a Newsletter Staff but a Journalism club's not as popular with students :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll be doing entrance exams for college O_O Big big big big biggggg problem for someone in fourth year. College entrance exams are really no joke.. not like the Pisay entrance test. I'll be trying extra hard too because I'm eyeing UP. I wanna take up either Psychology or Journalism in UP =)) Though the Journalism's partly a joke, I'm sure it would be alright to apply for the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There are subjects like Physics and Analytic Geom and Accounting this schoolyear. Math is definitely not my best subject. I'm pretty sure that I'll pass though but Math always makes me lose my common sense. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will I even be able to juggle all these things @-) I mean, the upper 4 things are really really really big. But yeah, I'm supposed to have hope. Lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here. Long entries aren't usually read :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-7699083666490634508?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/7699083666490634508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=7699083666490634508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7699083666490634508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7699083666490634508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-thinking-for-while-now.html' title='Been thinking for a while now.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-4305239482039409599</id><published>2009-05-16T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:59:40.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Zambales Again.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in Zambales for the weekend. The house in Manila's being fumigated and mom and dad really needed to check on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep soon. However, I've been having sleep problems and so Dad suddenly decides to give me sleeping pills O_O It's been helping I guess.. But I really shouldn't be taking those pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been also thinking about the UPCAT a lot lately. We have to submit the application forms by the end of May or by the first week of June. I've been thinking about courses to take and I'm thinking that I'll end up taking something like BA Journalism or something because of my extra-curricular stuff O_O But yeah, I think I wanna be a lawyer someday :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always keep on thinking that I'll have a good chance of failing the UPCAT though O_O I wanna go there, but with 70,000 other students applying, do I still have a chance? O_O Sorry  about this, I'm becoming pessimistic again T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-4305239482039409599?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/4305239482039409599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=4305239482039409599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4305239482039409599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4305239482039409599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-zambales-again.html' title='In Zambales Again.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-876459157066853080</id><published>2009-05-15T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:23:44.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After another week at LSC</title><content type='html'>I survived another week of LSC O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was harder though. We tackled Math and Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Math teacher looks like Manny Pacquiao from the side @-) I should have taken a picture. He even reminds me of one of my old teachers :| Our first Science teacher was okay. He had all these facts but when he gave the quiz it was like he didn't discuss anything at all :| The Biology teacher we had this really really low voice that seems like it came from nowhere @-) I was laughing for 5 minutes because his voice was really low :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already feel exhausted though. Summer was made so that we'd have more than 8 hours of sleep on a daily basis O_O And I'm really not getting 8 hours of sleep right now. :| It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, enough about review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to leave the house early tomorrow. Pest control or something. Dad decided that we're gonna go to Iba, Zambales for an overnight stay at the Garcia family house. He was supposed to go last week I think but he couldn't because his stomach went bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-876459157066853080?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/876459157066853080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=876459157066853080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/876459157066853080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/876459157066853080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-another-week-at-lsc.html' title='After another week at LSC'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-5976739768931830757</id><published>2009-05-10T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:45:20.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday already. I can't really believe myself for saying this, but I wanna go to review @-) I just don't want to wake up early. I can't sleep early. As in, the earliest I go to sleep is at 1:00 AM O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Daddy and Mommy are back! And it's Mother's day O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad my grandma can't come here. She pulled her muscle while visiting my aunt when she was in the hospital @-)  She can't really walk and she needs a walker to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahd, I'm bored and I got nothing else to blog about :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-5976739768931830757?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/5976739768931830757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=5976739768931830757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5976739768931830757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5976739768931830757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-5073057665293202443</id><published>2009-05-08T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:14:22.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a week at LSC</title><content type='html'>I survived a week of review classes :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week with diagnostic tests, boring English and Filipino lessons, and waking up early during summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, it's also been a week with making new friends and studying where you can break rules B-) I've been texting people during class and eating while the lesson's going on. Stupid, I know. But I can never do that in Holy =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we had Filipino today. Shannon and I weren't even listening for most of the discussion. But we both got 43/50 in the quiz B-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After most of the boring lesson, we had a very long break :D As in, 45 minutes long. While most of our classmates went down, Shannon and I stayed upstairs. We talked with Jon, Van and Erwin while we were upstairs :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, after class Mom picked us up from LSC. Two of Oona's classmates were with us because we were gonna drop them off somewhere in UP. We looked for a place to eat. We went to Kenny Rogers and KFC but there were too many people so we ended up at the Jollibee at the Petron gas station O_O It surprisingly had only a few people eating there. I could have bought a donut but we didn't have time anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we withdrew money from the bank for my tuition fee. Then we went to Holy. While the mom and the sister were at the registrar, I went to the guidance office to pay the 50 pesos for the extra copy of the report card and to give my 2x2 pictures. I was with TJ then we talked to Katlee about review classes :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we went to dad after that and that pretty much ends my "long" blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll finally have more sleep tonight :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-5073057665293202443?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/5073057665293202443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=5073057665293202443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5073057665293202443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5073057665293202443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-week-at-lsc.html' title='After a week at LSC'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-3145815108780516581</id><published>2009-05-04T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:06:10.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 at LSC</title><content type='html'>First day at LSC today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was alright. My sister and I were early. As in, we were there at 7:30 and classes would start at 8 :)) My sister's in the Pisay section. I'm in the regular other schools section. So she's in room 4 and I'm in room 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this diagnostic test. The math part was kinda hard. I used to know a lot of topics there because I used to train for math competitions in grade school. Sad to say, that was 3 or 4 years ago so I cannot remember a lot of stuff. The english part was alright. Only big problem was the sentence completion because the words were big. The reading comprehension wasn't much of a hard thing because I still had enough time :| Filipino was actually alright too. I actually understood a lot of it O_O Science was hard. I guessed practically the whole thing. I only knew a few topics. Well I remembered more Bio that Chem. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met some new friends. There's Jill, this girl from ICA, Rachel (sp?) the Korean Girl, Nikki and Ana from Poveda, and the UPIS girls whose names I keep on forgetting T_T I guess I wasn't into making new friends when Rosanne talked to them :)) Bangag, yes I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all left early. At around 11, people started leaving. We finished early because we guessed practically everything in the science test. The Pisay people took longer because they were trying to remember all the things. So after class, I first ran into Patty and Trixie who were at Room five. Then I went up and stayed with my sister, and her batchmates David and Lean. We stayed in the Cafeteria place in the ISO building until we decided to go :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's gonna happen in the next days O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-3145815108780516581?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/3145815108780516581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=3145815108780516581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/3145815108780516581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/3145815108780516581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-1-at-lsc.html' title='Day 1 at LSC'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-7754639820014068610</id><published>2009-05-01T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:34:00.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's already May O_O</title><content type='html'>It's already May and I feel like I've wasted half of my summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing nothing for the whole of April O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized that I'll be going to review classes this monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that that June is getting closer. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm ready for the fourth year stuff coming my way O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-7754639820014068610?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/7754639820014068610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=7754639820014068610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7754639820014068610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7754639820014068610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-already-may-oo.html' title='It&apos;s already May O_O'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-41975947319028086</id><published>2009-04-30T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:37:35.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight.</title><content type='html'>It's 12:14 AM. Pretty late :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be in front of the computer anymore :| But I'm still awake..and far from sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out today. Me, Mom and Oona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was UERMMH. (University of the East, Ramon Magsaysay Memorial Hospital) We went there because Oona had the end of her stitches removed. Also, mom had to go to her doctors.. We were there for more or less 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Trinoma. We went there because we wanted to :)) We watched 17 Again. Late, I know. We didn't have time to watch it since it came out in cinemas. We also ate and bought some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much ends the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really sleep earlier O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-41975947319028086?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/41975947319028086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=41975947319028086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/41975947319028086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/41975947319028086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/midnight.html' title='Midnight.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-8498360964490515242</id><published>2009-04-26T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:10:38.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cash and Carry</title><content type='html'>So I went out with mom and dad today. Oona was supposed to go but since she still walks like an old lady because of the appendicitis operation she had last Monday. So she stayed behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Cash and Carry, this mall like bazaar place :)) Mom and dad like it there. Everything's cheaper :)) Plus, they got a ton of "suki-s" there since I don't know, a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate first at Pancake House because dad likes it there so much. Then I went with mom to look at clothes. I can't believe it myself, but I actually bought a dress. O_O I had the feeling that I'd be needing it. I even bought my schoolbag already :)) I'm a sucker for blue and green put together. They're my two favorite colors. The bag's got some yellow but it's not obvious anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we looked for dad. He went to National bookstore. Mom then bought shoes for herself because she couldn't find any clothes there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dad bought books, (he's got a bad habit of buying books during book sales) he let me buy some games for the psp. I got this Naruto game and a game I wanted : Valkyrie Profile Lenneth. My sister and I used to play it on the Playstation (the very first playstation) but we never really finished it. So I wanted to play the PSP version :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we had to go home after that because we had to go to church (it was a sunday after all) Then mom said that fr. Dave texted saying that he was gonna give her some durian because he found out that mom loves durian. So he went to the house before going to the chapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much what happened today. This entry's pretty long so if you actually finished this, congratulations! because people don't really like reading long blog entries nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-8498360964490515242?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/8498360964490515242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=8498360964490515242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8498360964490515242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8498360964490515242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/cash-and-carry.html' title='Cash and Carry'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-7007050383737851334</id><published>2009-04-26T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:14:12.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found my first blog :))</title><content type='html'>It's 1:11 am and I'm still up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my first blog :)) The one I had in first year but it only has 10 entries because I went to blogger :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized how stupid and fake I sound like when I blog in Taglish. I'm only gonna blog in straight english or filipino now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I really gotta sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-7007050383737851334?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/7007050383737851334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=7007050383737851334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7007050383737851334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7007050383737851334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-found-my-first-blog.html' title='I found my first blog :))'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-3400771422028671079</id><published>2009-04-26T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:58:52.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errgh.</title><content type='html'>Today was rather boring. Didn't do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. I did do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with mom to the tailor that lives in the same street as we do. We had the fitting for her ninang in the wedding clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wasn't expecting much but her clothes were a whole lot better than she expected :)) White's not exactly her color though but she has to wear white for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clothes in my opinion were great. Mom does look good in chinese inspired clothes. Mom looks chinese. But she's not really chinese. Maybe just a little though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. It's already 1 am. I need to sleep soon.. but I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-3400771422028671079?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/3400771422028671079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=3400771422028671079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/3400771422028671079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/3400771422028671079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/errgh.html' title='Errgh.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-5725643378995499007</id><published>2009-04-24T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:40:12.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades galore.</title><content type='html'>I got my card today and my grades were better than I expected. Especially Trigo. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my health and filipino could have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal was 85 and above for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got one 84 :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. The average is good enough :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices is out too :D and I was told by a lot of people that the Christmas poem I wrote was cute. A few teachers and parents liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-5725643378995499007?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/5725643378995499007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=5725643378995499007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5725643378995499007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5725643378995499007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/grades-galore.html' title='Grades galore.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-3012312491429148046</id><published>2009-04-23T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:13:33.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom blues.</title><content type='html'>Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means tomorrow is friday. April 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORT CARD DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the giving out of Voices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Trigo grade's worrying me. The others too. I think I sucked major ass this year. To think they'll be showing those grades to the different universities I apply to. (I'll just hope that they look at the extra-curricular stuff. Journalism Club and Newsletter staff should be a good thing right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have worked harder :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret's hard to deal with right now. You can't go back in time. Neither can I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being depressed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone make me happy D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-3012312491429148046?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/3012312491429148046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=3012312491429148046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/3012312491429148046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/3012312491429148046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/boredom-blues.html' title='Boredom blues.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-1102470540901095976</id><published>2009-04-22T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:58:11.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All alone in the house today.</title><content type='html'>I'm all alone in the house today. My dad's in the office and my mom and sister are going to be in the hospital until tomorrow :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my dad to go home. But waiting for him is kinda hard because he'll be going home at who-knows-what time. He can come home as early as 8, or as late as 3 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want ice cream. Dad and I went to Parco for groceries yesterday and they were giving a free scoop of ice cream for a minimum receipt of 500 pesos. Selecta gold series. I tried the hazelnut brownie flavor and I actually loved it :D I want more though D: I should have asked dad for some :| Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been bored the whole day. I've been doing nothing but surf the web, check my cellphone (which hasn't had load for 2 days. Load must have expired on me or I ran out), watch TV , eat and play with my nintendo DS :| I'm becoming such a couch potato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-1102470540901095976?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/1102470540901095976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=1102470540901095976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1102470540901095976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1102470540901095976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-alone-in-house-today.html' title='All alone in the house today.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-2899492761154704443</id><published>2009-04-21T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:06:00.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad's asleep.</title><content type='html'>My dad's currently asleep on the sofa. He fell asleep while watching TV. I can hear him snoring and he's hugging my Stitch stuffed toy :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, me and dad are the only people in the house right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you're asking where my mom and sister are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're in the hospital. My sister just got operated on yesterday because of acute appendicitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting so used to the hospital setting already. Operations on family members don't make me nervous anymore. My dad got colon cancer last year and was hospitalized twice and the last time took 16 days before he went home. He was operated on because the tumor. My sister was just operated on as well and now they both have scars on the tummy area :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that Nerys have a weakness when it comes to tummy/ intestinal stuff :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if I don't have appendicitis within the next 5 days, I'll be fine. There have been several instances when my sister gets something then I get it the week after O_O so pray for me :)) (this is partly a joke, and I'm also partly serious)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-2899492761154704443?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/2899492761154704443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=2899492761154704443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2899492761154704443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2899492761154704443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-dads-asleep.html' title='My dad&apos;s asleep.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-6564772864145176939</id><published>2009-04-16T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:46:02.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee. First blog post back in Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I just realized that it's more boring here in Manila compared to Iba :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with mom to the tailor down the road today because she needed some clothes for this wedding of her bestfriend's son all the way in Puntafuego (sp?) and the motif is white for the ninangs :)) Mom doesn't wear white because she's hiding her "flaws." She brought me along because she needs someone to help her decide :)) I just hope that her clothes turn out alright :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-6564772864145176939?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/6564772864145176939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=6564772864145176939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6564772864145176939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6564772864145176939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-5741969106769602823</id><published>2009-04-14T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:11:02.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate change.</title><content type='html'>Change is so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just pissed at the many changes I'll be experiencing once school starts this June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to mention them yet because I might be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just pretty sure that there would be changes. A lot of changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't take it very well :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of leaving this blog and going to tumblr instead but I decided not to. I love this blogger and I only left it for LJ last summer but I went back because I've had this blog for a really long time. I was in first year  when I made this :)) and now I'm about to become a senior in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I can't even change my blog  (Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change and I don't really mix :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-5741969106769602823?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/5741969106769602823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=5741969106769602823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5741969106769602823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5741969106769602823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-change.html' title='I hate change.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-3073144477885848953</id><published>2009-04-14T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:05:41.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In denial.</title><content type='html'>Get ready for another "emo" blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know if I want something or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's practically being given to me and I'm pretty sure that if there was another person in my position, she'd be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thrilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm not like most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I can do the thing that I'm gonna have to do if ever this "thing" is gonna be given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and about this "thing" I'm talking about, I'm only saying it in JUNE, when I accept it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-3073144477885848953?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/3073144477885848953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=3073144477885848953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/3073144477885848953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/3073144477885848953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-denial.html' title='In denial.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-6513104772961187003</id><published>2009-04-13T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:04:44.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm  back</title><content type='html'>I am back :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm taking another break from the DS. I finished the trauma center game (with multiple cheats of course) and now, I'm continuing the pokemon diamond game i didn't finish and thanks to a walkthrough I found, I now know where I stopped. I haven't played the game since I started third year =)) Yes, it's been a long 10 months since I played that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting addicted to the old DS games I used to play 10 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aside from that, a lot of my batchmates are going to their college entrance test review lessons already. I'm still going in may. Also, I'm not in the same class as my sister believe it or not. I'm in the regular private school section, my sister's in the pisay section. We're going to LSC by the way :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream two nights ago that I didn't pass for UP but my sister and cousin did :| I didn't pass for ateneo either and UST as well O_O Gahd, I'm scared already. I'm scared about my grades this quarter because I didn't exactly work real hard. I don't think I'll do well in the entrance exams :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see what's gonna happen when I take the review classes anyway. But for now, I should help my anxiety issues :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-6513104772961187003?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/6513104772961187003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=6513104772961187003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6513104772961187003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6513104772961187003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m  back'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-6274355320117125735</id><published>2009-04-13T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:01:29.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 minutes</title><content type='html'>I only got 2 minutes to use the computer before my sister takes it away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into another fight today. Really like a drama :)) but we're fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute. God, I better make this quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katarungan's having a reunion tomorrow and I can't go. I'm 4 hours away from manila :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them all anyway. I didn't like it there at first but I only realized that I liked it there before the year ended :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 seconds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I only have 10 seconds left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-6274355320117125735?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/6274355320117125735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=6274355320117125735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6274355320117125735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6274355320117125735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-minutes.html' title='2 minutes'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-2633169738949485572</id><published>2009-04-12T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:04:37.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because trauma center on the ds is irritating me.</title><content type='html'>Here I am again. Bored, as usual and I'm still in Zambales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter! by the way :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a break from my game in the Nintendo DS, Trauma Center under the knife. It's been alright because I'm using the cheats so the patient won't die :)) However, the time bomb level's got me stuck O_O I've had to retry that stupid level ten times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll get past that level after this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go now so that I'll get past that stupid level (determined emoticon right here, if there was one)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-2633169738949485572?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/2633169738949485572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=2633169738949485572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2633169738949485572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2633169738949485572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-trauma-center-on-ds-is.html' title='because trauma center on the ds is irritating me.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-4739743230933048714</id><published>2009-04-11T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:33:02.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most of the relatives just left.</title><content type='html'>Random stuff again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins and niece just left for Manila a while ago. We'll still be here until Wednesday :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they also used my dSLR while I wasn't here because the battery life decreased. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece is Mais and she's so cute now O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently alone in the attic and my sister left because I she said that she's still gonna use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it's easter sunday tomorrow. I'll be waking up at 5 AM tomorrow to watch the Salubong. I'll be bringing my camera along with me and I'm pretty sure that I won't be the only one with an SLR tomorrow :| Last procession there were 7 people with SLRs following the procession. The salubong's the only procession I look forward to because there's the angel in the cage and yeah, me and my sister used to be angels here until we got too tall. Most people here are smaller than we are and to think I'm already rather short O_o Also, the "twilight" or sunrise is really pretty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, lola and tito just finished dressing up the big image of the virgin mary for the procession. She has 2 dresses and veils that are changed every two days starting Holy Wednesday. That's because our mama mary's the one used during processions. I'll post pictures, but I forgot to bring the memory card reader :| I'll just have to wait for Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the beach yesterday with my cousins and aunt. We went in the morning so I didn't get a shot of the sunset :| The beaches in Zambales are very nice. Of course they're not as good as the beaches in Bora, but they're good anyway. They were also a lot of people yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to reading my book :)) This is getting boring already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-4739743230933048714?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/4739743230933048714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=4739743230933048714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4739743230933048714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4739743230933048714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/most-of-relatives-just-left.html' title='Most of the relatives just left.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-4510774062243085544</id><published>2009-04-08T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:52:37.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the procession</title><content type='html'>It's 11:41 PM already and everyone except for the family's left at last :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the procession this evening at 6 and the messy-ness of the whole thing reminded me of that chapter in Noli me Tangere about the procession in San Diego :)) It wasn't as bad as that chapter though. The people were forced into 2 lines at first but of course they weren't spanked if they left the line :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fear of lighted candles got to me again :|  I'd seriously rather be in the dark than be with kids holding lighted candles. Why I'm so afraid of them is a long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sorta disappointed with the procession. There wasn't a marching band this year. Also, the priests didn't follow mama mary instead they followed St. John :| And mama mary's the last saint and St John's the one right before mama mary. Also, the people were made to go first so it was like the saints were following the people :| The whole procession was messy. As in really messy that it was like it wasn't even planned for or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around the town of Iba, Zambales is actually very very tiring. I mean really, my feet were aching when we got back to the house. Maybe I'm not just used to walking far distances :| Oh well. The procession this Friday's a lot longer so I hope that I don't get that tired :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-4510774062243085544?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/4510774062243085544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=4510774062243085544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4510774062243085544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4510774062243085544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-procession.html' title='After the procession'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-1555715478969970824</id><published>2009-04-08T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:11:39.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting addicted to blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  I got the computer since my sister's taking a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be a procession later and then my cousins, aunts and niece are coming tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for lunch so I'm going now :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-1555715478969970824?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/1555715478969970824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=1555715478969970824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1555715478969970824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1555715478969970824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-getting-addicted-to-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-4688781641817303725</id><published>2009-04-07T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:02:42.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Iba, Zambales</title><content type='html'>We're in Iba, Zambales now and whee, there's cable and internet! \:D/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So yeah, I'm currently using our laptop and me and my sister are currently in our haven, the attic/third floor. We have our own TV, Wii and computer up here :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using the computer as much as possible now. We only have one computer unlike in Manila, we have separate computers. Also our cousins are coming this thursday. It's gonna be six cousins fighting over one computer. I just so happen to be the youngest so you know what might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Guitar Hero World tour. So we got the drum set already :D and mom's trying it out :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12:02 AM so I better get to sleep now. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-4688781641817303725?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/4688781641817303725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=4688781641817303725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4688781641817303725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4688781641817303725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-iba-zambales.html' title='In Iba, Zambales'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-4040641461722835950</id><published>2009-04-05T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:28:53.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Poem's missing.</title><content type='html'>Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this really really important poem that's for the newsletter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's with me, but i'm still frantically searching everywhere O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know it's stupid and that I should really just ask for another copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the person who wrote this is very important and very special if I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough ranting for now. I better continue frantically searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll just play with the Wii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-4040641461722835950?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/4040641461722835950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=4040641461722835950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4040641461722835950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4040641461722835950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-poems-missing.html' title='Stupid Poem&apos;s missing.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-5527291558505609828</id><published>2009-04-02T10:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:05:22.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit.</title><content type='html'>I am stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I want something or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the middle of a crossroad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just waiting..and stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know the feeling that you're gonna be something big but you don't want to be anything big, you'll get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just for the summer, I'll just be sitting there at the fork in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll deal with it when school comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random note.. I didn't use emoticons today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-5527291558505609828?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/5527291558505609828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=5527291558505609828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5527291558505609828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5527291558505609828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/shit.html' title='shit.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-9101194775112019124</id><published>2009-04-01T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:07:10.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the boredom..</title><content type='html'>Random Stuff about what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A teacher sent me a text message today O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Number 1 isn't so bad if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I just hate it when that teacher goes all happy/ peppy on me :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I just laughed about it because I read that text again :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I walked to church today with my mom and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I thought that I should lose weight. I'm getting too much belly flab :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm thinking about going to school on friday while the ates are submitting the layout. I need to get something back :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. American Idol was alright today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I wanna talk to someone but i think that person's out of the country :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. It's april fools day but I didn't pull any pranks :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-9101194775112019124?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/9101194775112019124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=9101194775112019124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/9101194775112019124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/9101194775112019124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-boredom.html' title='oh the boredom..'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-678163779990908845</id><published>2009-03-21T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:12:59.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Blub.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never really thought in my whole entire life that I'd actually join the Journalism or Newsletter Clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of fate and two people, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and of course, I don't regret doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to thank them last week with the multicolored flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I want to thank them. They made my junior year one of the happiest years ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say that I could never really be myself in my classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one heck of a loner there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the club room, there was nothing stopping me from being who I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say that being club president was the biggest stressor this year for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was definitely the best experience ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't become the most outstanding club member,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get something I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unlike the same experience three years ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so many things greater than a stupid certificate that day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made new friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot of hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to show myself to the entire high school department,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to emcee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, I realized that I had moved on from that experience three years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grade six Angela who cried during her graduation because of a stupid certificate wasn't there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She became the third year Angela who was a whole lot better and a whole lot more mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously thankful to my clubmates,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the bottom of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they made this entire year different for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they taught me to be more caring and responsible,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they taught me to be who I wanted to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they understood all my shortcomings and weaknesses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, they made me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lastly I'd say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOURNALISM CLUBMATES! I SERIOUSLY LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR EVERYTHING THIS YEAR! :D&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/32450946-678163779990908845?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/678163779990908845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=678163779990908845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/678163779990908845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/678163779990908845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/03/club-blub.html' title='Club Blub.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-6920625819057850813</id><published>2009-03-15T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:21:07.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking a break from the research paper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm taking a break from the stupid research paper. That doesn't mean that I hate english. It's still my favorite subject :)) I just don't like research papers. I loved the essay topic though :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I suddenly thought of blogging again. Summer's two weeks away :D This week's gonna be the last week of the entire school year with lessons. The week after that's quarterly tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left behind by the bus last Friday. Since Kathy/Kitkat went home early, I didn't have my usual after school buddy with me. I was with Shanice until she was picked up in school. I ended up staying with ate elva, ate gladys, ate rita, ate filaine and later ate gil after school. They were waiting for ate elva's yaya who was gonna come from ortigas :)) She came a few minutes before the school bus came. So I had a talk with the ate elva about newsletter shit. She introduced me to the ates i already knew as club president and the most probable Editor in Chief of voices next year. I can't really assume that I'll definitely be the EIC next year though. It isn't even final yet :| I'll only be sure about it next year when the moderator gives her final decision next year :)) Plus, assuming can kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ates also told me about reviewing for college entrance exams :)) They were all from expert guides. They were all talking about one of their teachers who was so "mayabang" :)) That suddenly made me want to go to expert guides :)) But mom and oona already decided on LSC :| Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want summer now. I want third year to end already :| It's been a stressful year and I want to sleep a lot already. I'll have a month to relax and have fun before I'll have to go to review centers to study for college. :|&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/32450946-6920625819057850813?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/6920625819057850813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=6920625819057850813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6920625819057850813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6920625819057850813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/03/taking-break-from-research-paper.html' title='taking a break from the research paper.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-884344454315879872</id><published>2009-03-03T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:17:14.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Err..</title><content type='html'>I suddenly felt like blogging again after so long..&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposedly busy today XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, I'm almost finished editing articles. Their due tomorrow morning since ms aring rushed me T_T She's the number one cause of my stress :)) no seriously, she is. I get more stressed from club things compared to regular school requirements O_O Well, I am just an average third year student when it comes to grades and standing. I am however, club president and a writer in the school newsletter. "Soon to be editor" as well...that is, if I'm still gonna be in the newsletter staff next year :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had 2 days to finish editing 14 articles. At least it's career awareness day until tomorrow :D I don't have to think about school stuff together with editing articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already March and it's almost summer \:D/ I feel sad though that club's ending tomorrow :( I guess my president thing in club's gonna end already. I had fun I guess :)) I did have many shortcomings though and I could have really been a better president. However, I am happy that I had clubmates like them :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next update's gonna be sometime soon hopefully. I haven't been as excited to update recently. I remember updating so very often two years ago O_O But yeah, I still remember that I have a blog :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-884344454315879872?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/884344454315879872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=884344454315879872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/884344454315879872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/884344454315879872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/03/err.html' title='Err..'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-59467303081860144</id><published>2009-02-10T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:53:22.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to blog more often.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't updated in a while.&lt;br /&gt;I need to update more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I haven't forgetten my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it will be back to stress tomorrow. I seriously don't want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;I like it here. Boring, quiet and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was random.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&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/32450946-59467303081860144?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/59467303081860144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=59467303081860144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/59467303081860144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/59467303081860144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-to-blog-more-often.html' title='I need to blog more often.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-6727777095446079517</id><published>2009-01-29T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:05:24.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a stressor magnet :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like a stressor magnet :))&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I'll be experiencing a TON of STRESS at least by the last week of February :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah, I'm taking a break from the books. We don't exactly have homework I guess. We do have 5 quizzes tomorrow though. Yeah, third year's that stressful. At least it will be over in a little more than 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for March. I'll be crazy by then :)) I'll be more active with the newsletter, the fourth years won't exactly help us. They call it a tradition. So I'll be giving the articles to the moderator and doing more stuff. Yay. Aside from that, I'll be dealing with quarterly tests and other fourth quarter requirements. Bigger Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for summer too. I'll be studying...for college entrance tests :| I really wanna go to UP O_O I don't know where I'll be reviewing though. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about now? I need to study. I can't fail or get bad grades this quarter. I can't get a noti now. I started well. I can't end badly. Also, I need to practice. My piano recital's on Sunday and I don't feel ready. To add to the stress is that people will be watching O_O&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/32450946-6727777095446079517?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/6727777095446079517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=6727777095446079517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6727777095446079517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6727777095446079517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-stressor-magnet.html' title='I&apos;m a stressor magnet :|'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-7755689364649595841</id><published>2009-01-24T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:17:59.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee.</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated for a while.. I guess I kinda forgot too ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it was report card day today. My grades sucked. The trinity subjects all went down :| Oh well. I have to make up for a lot this quarter :| Wish me luck with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was a bit hectic for me. Monday was hell..at least during dismissal time. I had a newsletter meeting i only attended for like 3 minutes, an entrep group thingy, and an emergency meeting with the president and treasurer of the Media watch club about the field trip the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was the club field trip of the Journalism and Media watch clubs. We were gone the whole day. I missed a lot, including the wives of Henry VIII thing. I was supposed to be Catherine Howard but I couldn't since the club field trip became a whole day thing. I also missed the easiest quiz in Chem. Oh well. The club has to be my priority. I am the president of the journalism club anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday? It was hell. I had to make up for stuff. I couldn't understand trigo. Also, Club wasn't fun at all. It was like Miss had her period or something. The reporting of our accomplishments for the club documentary was like an Investi Oral Defense. O_O&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was fine I guess. We didn't exactly do much. My computer in the computer lab was broken or something. I had to move to the 45th computer because of that. Too bad ms. sabordo was discussing stuff with the projector. It's right in front of me in my usual place so I had a bit of trouble following her instructions :|&lt;br /&gt;Friday was alright. We had our Ice Cream making in Chem. Our ice cream was actually hard for a while when we opened it. We felt irritated since we were shaking that resealable bag for 25 minutes and it was already hard on the inside. :| But at least it was good. We also got a hundred :D The rest of the day was alright. I went to the practice for chorale recitation after class and we accomplished something :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got my card. After that, I went to my piano lesson. I did pretty well I guess. I was practicing for the recital that's gonna happen next week. I hope I don't mess up. My lola and other relatives are gonna be there :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-7755689364649595841?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/7755689364649595841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=7755689364649595841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7755689364649595841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7755689364649595841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/01/whee.html' title='Whee.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-1330943145556770056</id><published>2009-01-15T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:45:04.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catherine Howard. shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah, it's been a while since I posted.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could say I was kinda busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my first post for the year 2008 XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was Arnold Janssen day or Family Day in SHS. We didn't really do much. But at least we got out of school early. We celebrated Ms. Cruz's 25th year in service :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold today. It's been cold for the whole week. I've been wearing a jacket with a long sleeved uniform since monday :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are my current problems?&lt;br /&gt;1) CLUB FIELDTRIP - it's been postponed twice already. We're gonna be with the Media watch club. It's scheduled for this tuesday but part of me doesn't want to continue :)) I just hope we leave after recess. I also hope that this really continues. Ms. Aring was all "Hintayin mo yung permit! kung wala, postponed ulit yung fieldtrip." today. We ran into her before we left school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) CATHERINE HOWARD AP SPEECH THINGY- I dunno what ms. canivel was thinking when she suddenly said "Angela, ikaw na si Catherine Howard." and so I was like "Whut?" I already have a gown :)) I borrowed one from Paula. I hope it fits though :)) I don't mind doing it. However, there's a bigger problem. THESE TWO "PROBLEMS" ARE SCHEDULED ON THE SAME DAY. AP's before recess. So if we leave recess time, i'd still do it :)) But if we leave in the morning...Shit. I dunno how to tell ms. canivel :(( That's why I somewhat don't want to have the field trip on tuesday. Oh well.&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/32450946-1330943145556770056?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/1330943145556770056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=1330943145556770056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1330943145556770056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1330943145556770056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2009/01/catherine-howard-shit.html' title='Catherine Howard. shit.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-2063953770437340202</id><published>2008-12-28T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:55:59.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a bunch of overdue albums i need to upload..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm too lazy to upload a bunch of overdue albums.&lt;br /&gt;All of them are family things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well I'm supposed to upload since a bunch of people are asking. A few relatives. The effect of having a dSLR. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I have an SLR. I've had it since September, but I'm not so discreet about having one. I don't bring it to school during events like the others do. I did bring it during the Pep concert though :)) But yeah, aside from that time, my camera hasn't been to other events :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always bring to family gatherings though. Everyone loves it :)) They'd smile their best when I have to take their picture :D That's why they're asking for pictures :)) I don't really mind but yeah, I'll just upload on multiply so it's less of a hassle for me :)) Also, my cousins Klepto it from me from time to time. I'd just wonder why it's lost some memory and camera battery and find out that they took candid shots and pictures of themselves O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Sony DSLR A350. Research it for yourselves if you wanna know how it looks like. I was hoping for a Canon or Nikon though. I wasn't even expecting that I'd even own one. Dad just got back with his trip with mom and they bought it while waiting for their flight back to Manila in Thailand. It works just as well as a Canon or Sony of course. Plus it has a tiltable screen :D I know dad bought it mostly for himself like he usually does but of course, I use it more now. He even said that I could have it :))&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/32450946-2063953770437340202?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/2063953770437340202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=2063953770437340202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2063953770437340202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2063953770437340202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-got-bunch-of-overdue-albums-i-need-to.html' title='I got a bunch of overdue albums i need to upload..'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-2355890853507101267</id><published>2008-12-26T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:04:18.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a while again.&lt;br /&gt;Belated Merry Christmas, Bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did I celebrate Christmas this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, December 23 was Mais' Baptism. We went all the way to Magallanes Church because me and Oona are ninangs. The other Ninongs from our side of the family are Kuya Jopol -since he is the mommy's brother and Ryan. So yeah, the baptism was real quick, 20 minutes tops. Then the party was at the Max's Restaurant nearby. We were served this Macaroni Salad first, then we had this combo meal with Chicken, Lumpia and Rice. Pretty good :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the 24th. We had a party at home with Mom's side of the family. We were with Mamoy, Ninang Cita, Ninang Peng, Ninong Jun, Ninang Chelda, Kuya Jopol, Ninang Liza, Fred, Aris, Jorge, Ryan and Mais. And of course, me, Oona, Mommy and Daddy. Yeah, we're not a big family. We were supposed to be with the de la Rea's but I think they had a fancy dinner party at a hotel or something that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 25th was with Dad's side of the family. Again, we had the party at our place. The Nery side's actually smaller than the Garcia side. There's me, Oona, Mommy, Daddy, Tito Wennie, Tito Jing, Ninong Eddie and Tito Jun, Ninang Evelyn, Tita Teena, Tita Marilu, Marielle, Joanne and Zarah. Yeah, there's only 13 people :)) At least we were complete this year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I'm just bumming around the house. Dad says he wants to watch some MMFF tomorrow :)) Iskul Bukol and Tanging Ina anyone? :)) The other movies seem suckish and corny..especially Dayo, the cartoon about the girl without legs and this regular boy XD Desperadas 2.. me and mom watched the first one and yeah, it's just 4 sisters and their stupid problems. Then Baler seems like another one of those forbidden romances wherein they end up together in the end or one of them dies in the end O_O The others aren't even worth mentioning. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/32450946-2355890853507101267?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/2355890853507101267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=2355890853507101267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2355890853507101267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2355890853507101267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-while-blog.html' title='It&apos;s been a while blog.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-6097982646273207045</id><published>2008-12-22T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:00:42.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days til Christmas :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Misa de Gallo today.&lt;br /&gt;And then overslept after &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that we haven't been to mass as a complete family for a while :)) It's usually mom, dad and one of the twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need something to do D: I'm bored and I haven't gone out since classes ended. Sad, no?&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, at least something's finally gonna happen starting tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it's Mais' (Margarita Isabel) christening tomorrow :D Me and Oona are gonna be ninangs I think. :)) We'll be going to Magallanes tomorrow. I can't help but feel like she's too much like us because:&lt;br /&gt;1) She was also born in October&lt;br /&gt;2) She's gonna be Christened on the month of December (just like us :O)&lt;br /&gt;3) Her mom was 34 when she gave birth :O&lt;br /&gt;4) She's red O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, on the 24th, it's the Garcia/ Mamoy's family christmas celebration. It's gonna be smaller this year since the De la Rea's won't be there.. Oh well. At least we won't be dancing :))  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 25th it's the Nery christmas celebration. This one's even smaller since we're only 13 people :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, both parties are at our house so I won't be going out again this Christmas D: ((:&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/32450946-6097982646273207045?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/6097982646273207045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=6097982646273207045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6097982646273207045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6097982646273207045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-days-til-christmas-d.html' title='3 days til Christmas :D'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-1986967406800701058</id><published>2008-12-19T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:11:53.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too early too be bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah, tests are finally over :D but somehow I think I didn't do so well this quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible tests that I could fail in:&lt;br /&gt;1) TRIGO D:&lt;br /&gt;2) Chem&lt;br /&gt;3) Pinoy (it was just too confusing T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the rest are passing..I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm bored. I need something to do. I can't wait until Christmas. Then there will be something to do. It's too early to be bored. Christmas Break just started O_O I'll enjoy now, who knows what kind of horrible results await me T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to Misa de Gallo today. I slept in. I didn't wake up at 4 since I went to sleep at 1 am. I still can't believe that I really took 7 hours just to read Noli. I fell asleep at 2 woke up at 6 then read and read and read some more. I didn't understand a thing in Chapter 20 to be honest. There was like a whole page with questions related to the things I didn't understand O_O Plus the choices were even confusing...Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone might be mad at me.. I didn't do something I actually was supposed to do.. My parents said I'd do something that I didn't exactly want to do. I asked if I had to do it. I didn't say that I wanted to do it. They actually told the person that I was going to do it..but I didn't get up because of Noli Me Tangere. So sorry to that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm still waking up early tomorrow. This time I'll really make up for that thing I missed doing. Seriously, my parents didn't force me up. If they did, I could have avoided this :| Damn it.&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/32450946-1986967406800701058?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/1986967406800701058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=1986967406800701058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1986967406800701058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1986967406800701058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-too-early-too-be-bored.html' title='It&apos;s too early too be bored.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-6824417276541171727</id><published>2008-12-18T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:52:48.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been busy</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I blogged. I've been busy. Heck, practically all the students in SHS have been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, there's one more day til Christmas break. One more test to go. Pinoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't find Pinoy that hard anymore. I was practically "failing" in first and second year but I never really got a line of seven :)) But yeah, now, it's no longer a problem. Trigo is the problem now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started studying yet. Well I have but I haven't exactly really read Noli. I just started with the Pokus and Kaganapan stuff. I didn't exactly find it hard though. I did hear from Mrs. A that the test was entirely multiple choice ata...but of course with confusing choices..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a week before christmas. I actually feel bad that I don't have that many gifts to give this year. Heck, I didn't form the habit in high school that I was going to give gifts to a lot of friends and classmates... Oh well. I just didn't exactly find something that I wanted to give all of them. So God, please just give them a blessed and happy Christmas :D Thanks.. in advance :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-6824417276541171727?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/6824417276541171727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=6824417276541171727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6824417276541171727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6824417276541171727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-busy.html' title='I&apos;ve been busy'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-5898716917129784236</id><published>2008-12-04T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:08:02.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wasn't born to become and Entrepreneur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously don't want to sell anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure, selling stuff looks fun..&lt;br /&gt;..only when you're not selling anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we had our practicum today.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't exactly go so well though&lt;br /&gt;but it was better than what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah, I've never liked Entrepreneurship. Probably because I never ever saw myself as a business person. I never really liked the idea of selling stuff. I have always thought of becoming things like a doctor, lawyer, teacher or even nun. But never entrepreneur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we'll have our feastday tomorrow. Nothing educational shall be done on that day &gt;:D Seriously, my brain needs a break from all this 3rd year stuff.&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/32450946-5898716917129784236?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/5898716917129784236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=5898716917129784236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5898716917129784236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5898716917129784236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wasnt-born-to-become-and-entrepreneur.html' title='I wasn&apos;t born to become and Entrepreneur'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-900589835819213984</id><published>2008-11-29T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:20:24.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The People watching twilight.</title><content type='html'>I went to TriNoma with Mom and Dad today. We brought Oona to Pisay first then went to TriNoma. We first got the tickets for the movie. I was telling mom and dad since last night that we should go before lunch since the lines might be super long already by the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lines weren't so long at 11:00. We got tickets for the 2 PM showing. After that we went around and ate lunch at Bigoli. Then we went to Powerbooks. Then we went to the Cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cinema was so fucking full. As in only 1 seat was left empty i think. And some girls even sqealed when the lights were turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, based on the movie experience, I can say that you can tell whether a person hates or loves twilight. The person right beside me was a sqealing lady with her boyfriend and the one behind me seemed to hate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the people who are fans of twilight:&lt;br /&gt;1) sqeal when the lights go off&lt;br /&gt;2) laugh at practically everything that they think is funny&lt;br /&gt;3) sqeal when Edward first appears&lt;br /&gt;4) feel "kilig" when Bella and Edward were about to kiss&lt;br /&gt;5) make so much noise during the movie&lt;br /&gt;6) think that the movie was the best movie they've seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who hate it:&lt;br /&gt;1) Go "psh" and "yun lang" a lot&lt;br /&gt;2) think that the movie could be better&lt;br /&gt;3) think that the sqealing women are somewhat stupid&lt;br /&gt;4) think that Edward's rather gay and overeactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like me who just read the book and don't really love or hate twilight:&lt;br /&gt;1) Don't react at all (Yeah, with Jasper's face O.O)&lt;br /&gt;2)Laugh at the reactions of the people ( to be honest, that was the noisiest movie I've watched)&lt;br /&gt;3) think that the movie was alright&lt;br /&gt;4) discern whether the movie was good or not&lt;br /&gt;5) try to think of how many fans there are&lt;br /&gt;6) try to think how many men were watching (trust me, there weren't a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, people like my dad:&lt;br /&gt;1) fell asleep during the first part of the movie :))&lt;br /&gt;2) think that the plot's predictable&lt;br /&gt;3) liked the fight scene of James and Edward and only that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I think the movie was alright. I didn't exactly laugh at the comedic parts of the film though. I was laughing because of the reactions of the people like the one beside me who was spanking her boyfriend through some parts. She was a fan and I'm sure of that. Kinikilig talaga siya O_O Heck, the reactions of the people can even be more entertaining than the movie itself :)) It's not really a waste of money. And I pretty much think that the movie's the book's story the way fans want to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the characters didn't exactly turn out the way I wanted them to. First of all, Edward's too pale O.O As in, he actually looked dead. Alice, Emmet and Jasper seemed alright. Rosalie wasn't as pretty as I thought she was gonna be. Esme looked different too. And Carlisle was just as the book said he was gonna be. Also, Jacob needs a haircut. I got no comment for the other characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Bella. Her eyes got dark circles. I dunno if she smokes or if it's just bad make-up artists. But yeah, it made her look ugly somehow. Also, the numerous times she blinked actually irritated me. It was as though she did nothing but blink when she was talking with Edward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-900589835819213984?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/900589835819213984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=900589835819213984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/900589835819213984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/900589835819213984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-watching-twilight.html' title='The People watching twilight.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-8441647571433661257</id><published>2008-11-23T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:08:36.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a while since I last posted :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's because I didn't really have time :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, I finally got my CPU back \:D/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can finally upload pictures :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll miss the laptop though :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All small and compact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yeah, yesterday was the pep concert :D To be honest, I almost couldn't go because I had a fever that morning : Seriously, I did practically everything to make it go away since mom wouldn't let me go unless it was gone : Praise the Lord at naging 36.5 yung temperature ko before we left :D So I got to watch :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So me and Monica left at around 5:50. Too bad there was traffic at Commonwealth so we were a bit late. When we got there it was already the Janssen Knights =)) Yes, the ones who won at Hong Kong Disneyland :)) Then yeah, since there weren't any more seats available since there were more guys than girls ata, we were seated at the middle aisle :)) We had a great view, however the little kids and junior pep moms covered our view from time to time. : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; So yeah, after that we went to the "bazaar" I saw a bunch of guys from the interaction. :)) I even saw Marion :)) You looked like a lost kid though =)) Then we stayed at the screening gate until our sundo got there :)) Then I got home at around 10 :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah, my fever didn't come back :D but I did get a bit of a head ache when I got home though. : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-8441647571433661257?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/8441647571433661257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=8441647571433661257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8441647571433661257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8441647571433661257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-8947969563877103196</id><published>2008-11-14T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:01:41.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And yeah, this may be my last day of freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;shoot me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Card day's tomorrowww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my grades might be T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms. del mundo said that I don't have a line of 7..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still my grades could have still gone down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         So yeah, I was absent yesterday. I insanely needed rest O_O As in really needed it. I went to school today at least. Chem was the first subject. We had a seatwork first and even though I wasn't there during the discussion, I actually passed O_o The quizzes though, I'm not so sure about them.. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;        The rest of the day was somewhat alright. We had quizzes in Geom and Trigo. Trigo was O_O As in, total hang moment. there were some parts I couldn't even answer, or at least, I didn't know how to get the answer... Geom wasn't any easier. Sure, the first part was fine, the second was hard for me. I had absolutely no idea on how to answer them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;         English though was alright. The quiz was like a repetition of what we just said so I guess everyone got a good score. :D Pinoy though.. Mrs. A got somewhat mad at our section for something that happened yesterday. Though obviously, I had no idea on what happened yesterday since I wasn't even there O_O So I just sat there.. all quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;        At least today ended well I guess. Fridays are usually tiring and all. I'll be at school a bit early tomorrow since dad has a PTAEB meeting. So we might be the first ones there :))&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/32450946-8947969563877103196?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/8947969563877103196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=8947969563877103196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8947969563877103196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8947969563877103196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-yeah-this-may-be-my-last-day-of.html' title='And yeah, this may be my last day of freedom'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-5166932895107330247</id><published>2008-11-09T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:59:48.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrams Pains</title><content type='html'>This is a poem that I wrote for the Newsletter :)) don't know if it will appear in the Oct-Nov. Issue though but here's a sneak peak if ever it comes out :)) The issue won't be out until January :)) The August-Sept one though might be out sometime late this month or in December. I started these types of poems in the second issue. I'm not sure if students will read it though. The first one's called Report Card. I'd post it, but I don't have the file since my CPU broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Intrams Pains instead. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First I cheered too much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I've lost my voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All because we had to shout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scream and rejoice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Next I sprained my ankle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while watching a game on the field and walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was careless and sort of stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because I wasn't even one of the players running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then I looked up to the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and just admired a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little did I know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That a ball was flying towards me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lastly I stayed under the sun too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;screaming my lungs out for the team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now my skin's darker and sunburned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I seem to have lost a little self-esteem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;So now, I'm voiceless and sunburned,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as well as handicapped and bruised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm hungry and tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But also happy and amused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may find this really corny. I know. It was the best I could do though at 11 PM the night before the deadline. I only needed one more article that time when I wrote it so there. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-5166932895107330247?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/5166932895107330247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=5166932895107330247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5166932895107330247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5166932895107330247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/11/intrams-pains.html' title='Intrams Pains'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-6163300120389748215</id><published>2008-11-09T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:25:49.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Intrams.. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, it's so over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All those practices under the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All those days when I lost my voice just because of cheering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All those days when I cursed the days of practices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least not out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all the days of no classes just because of practice :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me our cheering was the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even though we didn't win..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't feel bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, it's back to regular classes on monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great, just great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not ready for more Chem, Geom and Trigo yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want failing quizzes O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really, I don't want to go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to a second cousin's birthday yesterday. Her name's Daniela, and she turned 1 :)) really, great party. I didn't join any games though since I'm already 15 :)) Kiddy party :P Instead, I spent practically most of the time taking pictures, and part of the time eating potato corner fries and candies :)) Plus, in the end, I got a pencil from the leftover prizes. Also, I got a loot bag =)) They had extras anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the party, me and dad went to TriNoma. He wanted to watch James Bond. yes, Quantum of Solace. We got there 7:45 i think. The lines were really long so we waited a while. The 8:45 screening was still available but the seats were at the sides. Dad likes it at the middle so we ended up watching it at 9:30. We went around for the time we were waiting. We didn't really buy anything though. Oh well. The movie was alright. Usual James Bond. I still want to watch Madagascar though :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think we're going to the cemetery today. We didn't go last Nov 1 and 2 since we were at Iba. I got school already on Monday. I'm not too excited but oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-6163300120389748215?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/6163300120389748215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=6163300120389748215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6163300120389748215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6163300120389748215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-intrams.html' title='After Intrams.. :))'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-8941500499416751825</id><published>2008-11-02T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T10:54:59.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonsilitis :| :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My throat really hurts now :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yeah, I think I got tonsilitis again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Really, It's always tonsilitis.. never anything else : Probably it would be better if I didn't have tonsils... :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So we got back from Iba, Zambales yesterday. Passed by Subic and went to the freeport place. But ang loser ng freeport. We got there and there was an announcement "Good Evening Shoppers. We would like to remind you all that our cash registers will start closing in 15 minutes.." : :)) So we had to rush a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also, since there weren't any copies of the Philippine Star available in Iba, Dad got the Inquirer instead. and surprise, surprise, this pablo banila guy was featured in one of the sections. Really, he's everywhere now... Plus, he just viewed my site again last week : Loser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll end here. I got 3 articles to pass and they're all due on tuesday. I got a super bad case of writer's block now..Really, what's there to write about in October and November?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-8941500499416751825?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/8941500499416751825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=8941500499416751825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8941500499416751825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8941500499416751825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/11/tonsilitis.html' title='Tonsilitis :| :|'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-4584479445582101699</id><published>2008-10-30T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:56:51.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm pretty bored now. We'll be going to Zambales tomorrow and we'll be back Saturday. Yeah, just an overnight stay for now. I know that this laptop will miss me if it had a life anyway :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;So what else? Day one of the really short sembreak wasn't exactly boring. I actually found some things to do. I was even alone in the house this afternoon. Well I was with one of our maids though since I can't really be left all alone since first of all, I'll starve to death since I can't even cook anything. Yes, I even suck at making instant noodles and all you gotta do is add hot water ._. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I played the piano today. I haven't played it in 3 days because I've been coming home tired this week because of the intrams practices. So I tried learning to play Shake It by Metro Station but I suck at it. At least I can play Numb by Linkin Park pretty well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I really want my CPU back. It's not like I hate my laptop, it's just that all my files are in that CPU. I wanna update my iPod already. I can't save a lot of things on the laptop since it doesn't exactly have a lot of storage capacity..Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh yeah, that reminds me, ADVANCED HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-4584479445582101699?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/4584479445582101699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=4584479445582101699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4584479445582101699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4584479445582101699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/10/late-night-post.html' title='Late Night Post..'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-4880847051699226589</id><published>2008-10-29T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:21:26.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Rocks, MA Rocks harder, and CL Rocks the hardest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intrams practice today was bearable I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although I seem to have lost my voice because of all the shouting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, we had the living rosary this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was alright I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I almost fell asleep though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then after recess, all the teachers were taking turns just so that we could check our test papers..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got disappointed again for some tests..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but what really brought my spirits up today was my score in Health &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was actually my first 100 ever :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least in a quarterly test :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I practically went nuts when I got my paper back :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my mood went bad during club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was really pissed off since a lot of my clubmates didn't submit their papers on time ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, sorry clubmates. I just had to say it so that nothing like this ever happens again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So the school actually gave us a "break." We got 5 days off.. So now what can I do during those 5 days? :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-4880847051699226589?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/4880847051699226589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=4880847051699226589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4880847051699226589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4880847051699226589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/10/health-rocks-ma-rocks-harder-and-cl.html' title='Health Rocks, MA Rocks harder, and CL Rocks the hardest'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-300602063283694286</id><published>2008-10-28T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:33:31.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.. as in dead tired.</title><content type='html'>I'm really tired now. Cheering practice today was different. First thing we did, lie down on the field. And directly under the sun. I dunno why, but when I we were asked to stand, Ate Mara placed a piece of paper on my face : But I think it was for a good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the whole school celebrated UN day today. As in there was this pageant of representatives from each country. My section's country was Hungary and the one who represented us was Cheenie. She really looked cute this morning :) too bad she didn't win for best in costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after recess was a program. Our batch seemed to have the most presentations. We had the dance that won during the nutrition month. Also, Kagitingan also presented the Kalinga Musical Instruments and the Palabunibunyan. The fourth years also presented the song and dance that won during the nutrition month as well. The second years that won as well in the dance presented.. Then some presentations from the grade school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw our test papers in Geom today. I passed. But yeah, my score wasn't exactly a good score that I could be proud of.. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrams practice was ok. But I realized that the sun really loves me. I was under it the whole time. I guess I'm probably darker now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I doing now? I'm thinking about what I'll be doing tomorrow so that my clubmates will pass their requirements on time. I am the president after all so I have to impose discipline..Although I really want to not do anything, I have to do something, so it doesn't happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-300602063283694286?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/300602063283694286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=300602063283694286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/300602063283694286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/300602063283694286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/10/tired-as-in-dead-tired.html' title='Tired.. as in dead tired.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-7672109283839904055</id><published>2008-10-27T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:15:37.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it's me again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I'm really that bored. :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, I've been doing nothing related to school the whole afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finished my essay a while back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..and I already passed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'm pretty much amazed that I'm actually not cramming this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean seriously, I cram everything I write..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;essays, comexes, HRRs, newsletter articles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the day before the submission..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, I'll end here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and let the boredom continue :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-7672109283839904055?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/7672109283839904055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=7672109283839904055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7672109283839904055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7672109283839904055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back :))'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-1701820656351323180</id><published>2008-10-27T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:45:03.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh?</title><content type='html'>We had school today. Of course all the other damn private schools are closed for sem break and we're still going to school... O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did after praying the rosary was to check our PE test papers. i actually got a good score for someone who isn't athletic. I even got perfect at the chart thingy though I had no idea on what I was writing. Heck, I was even in a hurry because I was just staring at the chart for I dunno 5 minutes? then just wrote whatever just to at least get a point or something. Sure kill me now, but seriously I had no idea on what to do as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my other test scores are rather disappointing, devastating, irritating, saddening, depressing.. My english test score was low for my standards.. I mean it's already english and I get __ ? O_o Oh well. Because of that I was emo for the whole recess. Until the time that I decided to borrow Tettet's second year notes for the quiz bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Recess we "had"Geom. Mrs Dino wasn't there but we had this seatwork that we didn't really do..We were preparing for the UN day things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since Pia was absent and she was part of the team, we had to ask miss if we could have a substitute. However, she was at the AVR with the First years. So we went down, somewhat barged in the AVR just to get to Miss. It was a good thing though that she wasn't really doing anything important that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, after that we had to go to the AVR for our UN day celebration. First thing was the Talumpati. The first one was Diana who actually wore stilleto boots. Heck, I can't even stand long in heels O.O Then Paula was next. She was this Swedish person who talked about Sweden so much that she forgot to say who she really was. Lourdes was next. She did a great job talking about Hungary :)) Lars was last. She did great as a snobby, rich lady. Lourdes won :)) then the video presentations were shown. The first one shown was the one from Kamalayan. Of course it was about Sweden. It was okay. They even danced a bit :)) Then it was our section's video. It was really funny though they looked like complete idiots from time to time :)) The last video was from Kagitingan. It was funny as well. Our video won as well :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Quiz Bee. Katarungan's team was composed of me, Tettet, Thea and Katlee. Pia was absent today so Katlee replaced her :)) So yeah, we didn't really do well. Heck, we were even 4th place but it's alright. The last question though was like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss: Kung tinanong ko na kung sino ang head ng PNP at NEDA, sino naman ang head ng SSS ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami: ...Sino ba??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss: Naririnig ninyo yan parati. Pati dito. (Glances at me quickly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Si Neri!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know my sirname's Nery :)) and it actually was of help today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we saw our test papers in Chem. And yeah, I actually passed O_o :)) That's good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch was Intrams Practice. I didn't exactly like it today since we were burning under the sun O_o But of course, there's really nothing I could do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm pretty much bored now. I know the deadline of the essay's tomorrow. I'm already finished with it. I finished it Oct. 12 :)) and I already passed it.. I don't think Miss Cruz will like it though but oh well. Plus, there's nothing else that needs to be passed tomorrow anyway :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-1701820656351323180?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/1701820656351323180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=1701820656351323180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1701820656351323180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1701820656351323180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/10/uh.html' title='Uh?'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-2098074200037141023</id><published>2008-10-26T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:18:33.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back? :))</title><content type='html'>Whee. It's back to blogger for me :)) I was using LJ the time I was gone. Well anyway, I decided that I'll go back. No one really knew my LJ anyway. Plus, most people (practically all) I know use blogger anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my computer's busted or at least partly busted.. something's wrong in the CPU and so nothing shows in the monitor.. So yeah, I've been using my sister's computer last week and starting yesterday, I've been using the laptop which I never knew existed in the first place :)) Nice, since it's actually windowss vista but not so good since the microsoft office is expired or something and so I can't use it : Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the squatters behind our house (our house is at the perimeter of the village so behind the wall's a squatter community) have been singing loudly since this morning. They even sound retarded.. out of tune and all. It's irritating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not looking forward to this week. Intrams practices four days straight. Most schools don't even have classes this week. And we'll be under the sun getting sunburned : Sucks like hell. I used to be optimistic with cheering. Now, I'm just frickin irritated with it. We're too damn slow in my opinion. But of course, there's really nothing I can do even though I'm irritated with the way we're doing things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I really need no classes on the 31st. I don't want to have to bring an excuse letter and all that. Because we really need to go to the province that day : and yeah, they could at least give us one more day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-2098074200037141023?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/2098074200037141023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=2098074200037141023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2098074200037141023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2098074200037141023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back? :))'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-8834657650659068809</id><published>2008-03-27T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:38:22.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>musical instruments..</title><content type='html'>I'm still not really doing anything... has summer always been this boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I just remembered that I'll still be taking up piano.. and maybe something new? Well I was thinking of taking up the violin or guitar this summer. Well, my sister used to take up the violin back until last year but quit because pisay was getting to her. She hasn't exactly touched it since. Maybe I'll try it since its case is now gathering dust. It's not that the piano is boring, it's just that the only instrument I really ever learned since childhood was the piano. Yeah, I took it during grades 2 and 3 but quit because it got too complicated for me. Yeah, I was almost in grade 4 piano when I quit. I only remembered one piece though until I got back to it. Strangely, it wasn't even a recital piece. I did get back to it first year. But I started at grade one but got to two quickly. So yeah, I could have been really great now if I didn't quit the first time. But anyways, the past is in the past so there's nothing we can do about it now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-8834657650659068809?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/8834657650659068809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=8834657650659068809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8834657650659068809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8834657650659068809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/03/musical-instruments.html' title='musical instruments..'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-1467891587104227419</id><published>2008-03-24T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:18:07.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Creativity..</title><content type='html'>I just realized that Filipinos aren't as creative as they used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that lead to this observation happened last week while reading twilight :)) My cousin and his girlfriend who works for Abs Cbn went to the province to spend 2 days with us. Mom said that I was reading twilight and she said that Lobo, the teleserye of angel locsin and piolo pascual is based on twilight and another story wherein the lady is a werewolf. It's not an original story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a ton of other teleseryes are just a bunch of remakes. They got no other story ideas so they get an original story and do it again. Maria Flordeluna and  mga mata ni anghelita are also remakes. Maria Flordeluna was a radio play back when my dad was younger and mga mata ni anghelita was a film back in 1977.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, a bunch of teleseryes are the same in a bunch of ways. They all got romances which aren't meant to be to make their lives hard, villains to make their lives miserable, tons of story twists which sometimes make no sense and just complicate the story and also make the teleserye longer and lastly, almost all teleseryes have a happy ending, marriage or one of them "and they lived happily ever after" type of endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, people aren't like they used to be. I don't exactly know why I got to talking about teleseryes. Maybe because I'm watching TV right now, or because of what I found out.. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-1467891587104227419?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/1467891587104227419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=1467891587104227419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1467891587104227419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1467891587104227419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-creativity.html' title='On Creativity..'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-2108456301748618894</id><published>2008-03-23T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:27:51.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Manila..</title><content type='html'>I'm back from the province. Yeah, back after more or less 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, the stay in Iba, Zambales, my mother's hometown was sorta boring. We didn't exactly do much. I spent those days reading, playing with a nintendo ds and going to church. And of course watching mom, Justin and Tito Willie dress up mama mary. Too bad Mamoy couldn't go this holy week since she got sick. She really wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;So we left the night of the last day of school. Yeah, we had one test, did the stations of the cross, and waited for 11:45 before the bus to leave. We were out at 9:30. So imagine the time we were waiting, inside that yellow bus. Oh well, we won't be riding in it for 2 months. Hope it won't be as "bulok" or even more next year. Well at least they dropped us (me, ate milaine and monica) off at 7 eleven for something to eat. Yes, we did have to wait for 2-3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Well we got to Iba around 11:30pm. We left pretty late. Then the next day was okay. We had a procession which was pretty long. That was Wednesday. I spent the rest of the day reading Twilight, yes that book. Mom and me found a copy at cash and carry while dad was looking for one of their "sukis" So I decided to get it since there was nothing to lose. Plus I wanted to see why everyone seemed addicted to it. Also, I'm bad at borrowing books. I sometimes take too long to finish something :)) The book thief took me practically half of the school to finish. Yes, I read it then don't then read it again :)) So it would be better if I owned the book.&lt;br /&gt;I found the book interesting but not something that I would get addicted to. Oh well. Stephenie Meyer is a good writer. Good luck with the rest of her books :)&lt;br /&gt;Now where am I again. Holy thursday. Yeah, we went to church again for some holy week stuff. Actually we didn't do much since there wasn't much to do. A bunch of priests did come to the house for lunch since we invited them. Father Nelson was mom's childhood friend. Father Pinong was Ninang Chelda's classmate and the other priest was the bishop. We did dress mama mary for the next procession. Then Good Friday. We had our Visita Iglesia. We went to 4 churches. In different towns in Zambales. So that was sort of a long travel again. Then we had the veneration of the cross. Pretty long. Then we had the procession. It was longer than the last one since more people came to this one. That ended good friday.&lt;br /&gt;Black Saturday was the day we went to the beach. I couldn't swim though. I got a cold i think. Well mostly just nasal congestion so I can't really breathe well. I did manage to finish twilight that day. Yes, I really had nothing to do, so I mostly read. We also did the easter vigil which was from 8pm to 11pm. Yes, it's a very long mass.&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday. I woke up at 4 am to watch the salubong. Mom went with me. We stayed with mama mary and even talked to the parish priest there. He likes mama mary's face a lot. Well mama mary is very pretty. And so a lot of people like her.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the salubong was alright. We brought mama mary around part of the town and got back to the chruch. Then we brought her under the thingy for the salubong. Then the angels started singing that song. We sang that before as well. I was an angel back in 2002. Back when I was smaller. We became angels again the year after then stopped after that. Apparently, we were already too tall to play that part. Though some of the angels were older than we were. After all, People from mom's province are either a mixed with Aeta blood or Meztizo blood. Mom's family got mestizo. That's why they're taller and fairer.&lt;br /&gt;We went home at around 10:00. Mom and dad are going to the french embassy tomorrow for an inteview since they're going to europe next month. Me and Andrea will be staying since I don't exactly like traveling every 2 or 3 days. They'll be going on a pilgrimage first then they'll have a tour afterwards. So yeah, I'll be spending a month bumming around the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-2108456301748618894?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/2108456301748618894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=2108456301748618894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2108456301748618894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2108456301748618894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-to-manila.html' title='Back to Manila..'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-14197999520480772</id><published>2008-03-06T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:33:50.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 more days.</title><content type='html'>Less than 10 school days and second year life for me would be over. God, I want it to be summer and at the same time I don't want second year life to end yet. But time doesn't stop or go back so I guess there's no use in moping around.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, today was alright. We had the MOR with Mrs Santos again. Then we had English. We had the third quiz about Maguindanao pearls and the second story of Ruth quiz put together. We even had spelling. Then after that was pinoy. We had a quiz about the Kayarian of Pangungusap stuff and I actually failed. I really can't fail Pinoy this quarter. I should at least maintain my average not failing final grade. I really need help though with the malaya and the di malayang sugnay. I can never really tell whether a sugnay is either of the two. That's why I did pretty badly. God, there's going to be a  test like that in the quarterly. I can't fail the quarterly test X_X&lt;br /&gt;Then there was math. Mrs Sulit returned all the quiz papers and we totaled them. But I was also sorta busy writing my health notes and studying music. Then we had Cooking. We're actually finished with the stuff that we needed to finish so we had nothing to do. Then we were cut short because we were going to have our adoration. We were at the prayer room for so long so after I finished really praying, I kinda started talking, as in conversing in a regular way to Jesus. I really had nothing else to do. Oh well. Then we had health. We also finished everything last week so miss just let us study for music. Then music came along. The test was okay I guess. Kinda confusing but at least I passed. Then we had Bio for two periods. We got our lab grades and checked the inventories of our lockers. Then me and mamich ended up remembering all the things that happened to us (actually more of what happened to me) during Science last year. Then we went back to the classroom and studied for AP. Then Ms Veloso came in and she didn't seem all that happy. Anyways, we finished discussing aralin 41 and we even had a quiz. There wasn't a bonus but it was ok. Then we had stat. We discussed about discount and interest. I understand the discount but I still need a bit of explanation with the interest.&lt;br /&gt;Well ms aring also came back to the classroom before we had stat. She was saying stuff to us about the newsletter club. All the stuff about we need to train editors for our batch. Unless, only 2 or 3 of us will stay. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-14197999520480772?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/14197999520480772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=14197999520480772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/14197999520480772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/14197999520480772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/03/9-more-days.html' title='9 more days.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-7643323080291969498</id><published>2008-03-04T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:16:06.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last few days..</title><content type='html'>There are practically 11 school days left before the end of second year. God, the end is near. I am ready for third year but somehow I don't want to be there yet.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, today was the day when we took our homeroom test. It was alright but the objectives part ruined my score :)) I mean it was fill in the blanks and I wasn't able to study it well. I focused more on the lives of the saint, the blessed and the mother. If you were an SHSian, you'd know who these 3 people are. I also read the other things like the subject objectives and the prayers and school hymn. I didn't really read the VMGO stuff since we already had a test on that before. So I ended up shotgunning with words that could possibly complete those sentences. I got a few points at least. Then we had math. The seatwork was kinda hard though. Well, at least I passed. Then we had CL. We answered this survey from FISH. Wait for the August issue since we won't have FISH anymore by that time. You'll be seeing a lot of SHSians. That reminds me. I got to give a wallet sized solo pic. Damn you FISH guys. Oh well. I won't be reading anymore by the time that gets published. Then Bio was ok. Miss just made us pass our bio papers. Then PE. We made our dance which was actually our quiz. I just realized that it took Bianca leaving first before Janine and Ariane started talking. Oh well. We got a good grade I guess and of course I got the lowest and had the most number of mistakes. Though somehow it doesn't add up :|&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Pinoi. A discussion about the Kayarian ng Pangungusap was what we did. Then we had AP. We finished the discussion and had a quiz. I did okay, my mistakes were mostly wrong spelling but thanks to that plus 5, I got a better score. Then we had music. We were supposed to have a discussion but since our OHP died again, and since almost all the OHPs in second year were either malfunctioning as well or being used, we didn't do much. Then we had english. Miss was absent today so we had a seatwork and that seatwork was a comm. ex.&lt;br /&gt;So that was mostly how today was. There was sort of an explosion in the cooking lab this morning during bio time. At first I thought that it was the slamming of the door but since the people in the lab were sorta screaming, mrs santos decided to go down. Apparently, one of the ranges exploded ( i don't know how) while they were making pie. Good thing no one died and the worst thing that happened was 1st degree burns I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never there when bad things happen. Like the last time I was absent, the range which exploded also sorta had an accident. Also, the electric fan in the classroom got broken also. But I wasn't anywhere near the accident so I'm never there in times of an accident :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-7643323080291969498?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/7643323080291969498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=7643323080291969498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7643323080291969498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/7643323080291969498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-few-days.html' title='The last few days..'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-8489231817545753325</id><published>2008-03-03T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:14:57.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate her.</title><content type='html'>I lost my usual okay and quiet state during cooking today. I was probably still kinda angry at my cooking groupmates and just lost it. I keep on telling them today that we should be patient and not be hasty but no, they don't care about me. Damn it, it's always as if I'm doing the wrong thing. I was just trying to knead the dough and they're like "faster, faster!' then since I wasn't fast enough, they said "shanice, ikaw na nga lang nga" I kinda snapped after that. Well, I've had enough of my cooking groupmates. I don't really get along with them. They were talking about remedials this morning and of course since I've never had a line of 7 or a failing grade couldn't say anything. I never really cared about grades when it comes to cooking but I've been kinda pulled down by them. I still can't cook without them getting irritated and angry but they sorta keep on forgetting that I couldn't cook in the first place. Heck, I still can't cook.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I think I'm better off doing things on my own. I can accomplish more or even greater things individually than with a group. I usually get higher grades when I do something by myself. There's really nothing stopping you.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm really starting to hate one of my groupmates. She never really cares about anything other than herself. I know that she knows that I'm angry at her but she doesn't care. So I guess she won't care if I stabbed her already, but of course I won't do that. It's just that she's lazy and doesn't care about grades. I feel kinda sorry for her mom since she has to go to the teachers a lot. She should really be more considerate at times. She can only cook but never clean. Plus, all the things she wants to cook are all kinda pricey. Even though pesto has a few ingredients, basil, olive oil and cashew nuts aren't all that cheap. I guess I've always kinda disliked her, since prep actually.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I sorta made "dabog" kanina during cooking. I have that bad habit but at least I don't hurt people physically when I'm angry. It was a good thing I hit the table instead of her face. At least I don't cry and cry and cry and do other stupid things. God, I haven't really been enjoying cooking this quarter. The truth is, I haven't learned much either. It's a good thing we'll only be doing 1 more cooking thing and it will be all over. Just wish me good luck that I'll keep my cool this time. And actually, they want tacos on friday, just too bad that I have braces. And hard taco shells may cause some bad things happening like I'll lose a bracket or even worse. Like I said, sometimes, my groupmates don't care :| But even if I did say anything, they won't care either.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I really just wanted to learn how to cook. I never wanted the highest grades but what I really wanted was to do my best and be able to work in a group. But I guess I haven't been able to do any of those things I wanted to do. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-8489231817545753325?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/8489231817545753325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=8489231817545753325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8489231817545753325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/8489231817545753325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/03/hate-her.html' title='Hate her.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-4949163505212619303</id><published>2008-03-02T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T17:43:27.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>It's finally March. That means that school's almost over. I'd like summer to come but somehow I've got the feeling that everything's gone too fast. It's as if second year just started and now it's almost over. God, a ton of things happened this year and I've been having fun.&lt;br /&gt;It's true that second year isn't a bed of roses. It's actually harder than what everyone's been saying. Florante and Laura wasn't exactly easy to understand and Bio's kinda complex. But trying hard made it worthwhile and kinda fun. I've also had a whole lot of ups and downs like passing Pinoy and failing math :)) Not final grades of course.&lt;br /&gt;Well I really hate getting homeworks on the weekends. Saturdays and sundays should be for relaxing :)) Especially when you gotta study for tests. The bio practical test is tomorrow and that's kinda a big part of your lab grade.&lt;br /&gt;AP's also having a quiz tomorrow though I haven't exactly read nor understood that chapter. Oh well, good luck na lang.&lt;br /&gt;God, there are 2 and a half weeks more and it's over. Plus one last taste of saturday classes. Our school's rushing and to think we're one of the last schools to end classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-4949163505212619303?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/4949163505212619303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=4949163505212619303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4949163505212619303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4949163505212619303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-3522569394745342427</id><published>2008-02-29T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T19:49:11.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn.</title><content type='html'>I really can't seem to understand people sometimes. I guess I'm just different and I just can't get why they're like that sometimes. I mean children are too different now. I rode the bus in the morning today and I was shocked to see grade schoolers, grade 1 and 2 to be exact, gossiping and looking strangely at other people. I mean, they're only 7 or 8 and their gossiping already. They're not as innocent as they're supposed to be. I can just imagine how they're going to be when they're be older. Good luck to their parents by that time. I can't really remember how I was as a kid. It's kinda vague but I kinda remember being a crybaby and a sorta quiet kid. I was also small and thin. I was really picky with food when I was in grades 1 and 2. Also, I was pretty stupid back then. You wouldn't say that I was smart while I was in prep. I wrote without spaces and it was all reversals. I guess my teachers almost thought that I was autistic since I never talked. The other grade schoolers are talking in English most of the time now. I know that the english campain is going on there since we were the graduating batch when that was launched, but they're still talking like that even outside the screening gate :| I remember in grade 6, I was practically the only one speaking in english most of the time, now everyone's doing it. Are they after that plus 2 in the final grade or did it become plus 5 now and so everyone wants to get that. Some people are saying that we might be like poveda if the grade schoolers keep speaking in english like that.&lt;br /&gt;I also can't understand some people my age. They seem too lazy and preoccupied. Sometimes, they only care about themselves. Other things seem more important to them.&lt;br /&gt;Also, sometimes I don't like cooking. All I really wanted to do was learn it since I never learned how to cook but sometimes I can't get along with my groupmates. I guess it's because I'm the only one who really wants to get good grades. The rest just want to pass. Damn. I also don't really like one of my groupmates. She doesn't seem to care and she becomes too maarte at times. School's just a game for her. Game Over and you just reset. But she's wrong in that way. I also got mad at my groupmates again. They don't care. They made me do all the cleaning again while they just sit around. Thanks, I only learned cleaning because of them. I still can't go near the stove and mix without fear. I hate you guys for that. The remnants aren't yucky once you've gotten used to doing that. They can only cook but never clean. If I could just slap them and kill them, I may have already done that, but since I may be punished for that, I can't. I just had to be too nice. I may not do anything for you guys on monday. They don't care so I won't care. Fair enough?&lt;br /&gt;We also didn't give anyone pizza, except for our class cooking group and ms pacle because we weren't able to cook our pizza right away. Though we thought that our pizza would be a disaster since the dough came out wrong. Also, our oven's broken since our range is more or less 25 years old. Our's just happened to be the oldest and the bulkiest. So we had to cook ours after everyone else and while we were cooking it, a ton of people appeared outside the cooking lab, asking for pizza. Most of them got a bit. No one was there when we finished our pizza. So we had it all to ourselves. Our pizza was good though the crust was kinda hard since we made a mistake with the dough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-3522569394745342427?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/3522569394745342427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=3522569394745342427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/3522569394745342427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/3522569394745342427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/02/damn.html' title='Damn.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-6618094912449803966</id><published>2008-02-27T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:45:41.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happier, I guess</title><content type='html'>I feel sorta happier today than I did yesterday. I guess I'm starting to lighten up. Well anyway, today was alright. We had English and we did our Pirang Kawayan monologue. Though I really forgot what I was supposed to say, I had to do an ad lib. Oh well. Then we had a quiz. I failed :)) Oh well to that as well. Then we had AP. It was kinda boring but somehow okay. We discussed Aralin 33 and that. Then we had CL but we also had our dental check-up during that time. The clinic still has that new dentist chair that will be used a lot. The first thing the dentist asked me was whether my braces will be removed soon. My teeth were already straight and my bite was okay as well. My braces will finally be removed somewhat before this year ends or latest would be early next year. God, I've already had braces for 2 and almost 3 years already. I got them grade 6 and they'll be removed in third year :| Then we went back to the classroom for a while then went to the projection room for the real lesson for CL. Then we had Pinoy. Ms O got kinda or was that really mad at us since we had the notes photocopied. Well some were supposed to copy but if you didn't get a photocopied copy, you'll have no notes :| We had a quiz all about those notes about Anunsyo and I actually passed that one. Then we had math. We had a discussion all about multiplying radicals. We even had a boardwork about it. Then after lunch was Bio. We had a quiz about genetic problems. I didn't really understand what the questions were but at least mrs santos explained a bit after we copied the questions. I managed to get a great score on that quiz. Then came computer. We did our project which was a food database. I was very determined to really finish this time since I got a low and unfair grade last time, lower than what I should have gotten, as in 5 points lower than what I should have gotten for a grade. I said this time " I will not let stupid people, who think highly of themselves check my work and give me another low grade. If that happens, I will not throw my notebook on the floor, instead I will throw my notebook in their face." But let's hope that won't happen. I just don't want to see another unfair grade. I just couldn't finish since the internet on my computer wasn't able to connect before the time ended. I gave her a great score, and I really god damn regret that I had shown a whole lot of mercy. Damn the stupid person who did that. Oh well, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I really got hungry looking at all those appetizers, main dishes and desserts. I didn't eat lunch today for some reasons some won't understand. And I guess I'm done with half of what should have been accomplished today.&lt;br /&gt;After that was club. We planned 2 weeks ago that 3 people would bring 1 pizza. But not that many people were able to bring a pizza. Actually, me, shanice and kaith brought a pizza. I had shanice order one since she was the only one who didn't have to submit an article for february. We actually ended up with the only yellow cab pizza while the others brought pizza hut and greenwich ones. And ours was freshly delivered so it was attacked first. But we said that they couldn't touch our pizza until we had a slice. We got a slice each and the others fought for the 4 remaining slices. Our pizza was the first pizza that disappeared that day :)) I also got 2 more slices, one from both greenwich and pizza hut. So I got 3 slices all in all. Though everyone was looking at me as though I couldn't finish it and even if I did finish all that food, why am I still thin? Well, I don't know why I still haven't gotten any bigger or wider, but I really can eat a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Well that ends the entry for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-6618094912449803966?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/6618094912449803966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=6618094912449803966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6618094912449803966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/6618094912449803966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/02/happier-i-guess.html' title='Happier, I guess'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-2740337463712893968</id><published>2008-02-26T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:32:02.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>I end up thinking too highly of myself sometimes. I really must stop doing that. I mean whenever I do so, I almost always end up more disappointed. I think I'm doing the right thing and actually a better thing, but it's always wrong. Damn. I really must change that bad attitude of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Most recently, I thought I was doing the right thing during PE. I was wrong of course. I even got the lowest in our group. Dancing's really not my thing and it never will be. I should have been corrected earlier, but no, I wasn't. So I took the test doing the wrong thing.. and to think I thought that I was doing it right, and maybe something better.&lt;br /&gt;I was really in a bad mood right after that PE practical. I didn't contribute much for our quiz. Sometimes, I really hate being the lowest, especially since I did my best :|&lt;br /&gt;I always look for praise, thinking that I'll be praised for something. But what I thought I would be praised for is mediocre to others. I guess I've become a bit egoistic these days. A sign that I'm a bit or maybe really uncontented with what I have now.&lt;br /&gt;I also feel invisible at times and that people don't care. I ask for help but no one comes. Sometimes, I guess that it might be better if I wasn't there in the first place. I seek attention too much that I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sad for some reasons. Things don't seem to go my way, probably because I force it too much to go in one way. I need and must return to my old happy and contented self..&lt;br /&gt;These days, I haven't been doing well. Because of my so called egoistic attitude, instead of getting great scores, I fail. God, I really need help. I've lost many things already, things that I must get rid of and things that aren't supposed to be lost. I really need to lighten up and think positive again, regain my lost self-confidence and go back to how I was before. I really must be happy again, that is, if I can do it. I can, but I just don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really serious with this entry. I need a way to release what I've been keeping inside. Though you might just find this weird and that I'm being maarte, think what you want to think, though personally, it will hurt someone. This has really been the first entry that's not exactly happy but this is one serious entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-2740337463712893968?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/2740337463712893968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=2740337463712893968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2740337463712893968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/2740337463712893968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-1421006325156480715</id><published>2008-02-20T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:22:58.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's going to be the day</title><content type='html'>Well today was alright i guess. We had regular classes but somehow a few of those classes just became practices. But anyways, here's how today went. English of course, was just a practice time. Miss wasn't around because of their outreach. Then AP. We had a quiz and 2 groups had their balitaan. I think I failed the other quiz though. Then we had CL. Miss wasn't around because of Pag-asa's outreach so we watched Lorenzo's Oil. Then Pinoy was also a practice time. Then math. we discussed a bit and had a boardwork. Then mrs sulit gave us an early lunch, i she was probably hungry or she wanted to watch the 4th years. Oh well. after lunch, we had Bio. Mrs Santos got mad at us since we were noisy. Then we had a discussion on the genetic problems and all. we even had a seatwork on it. Then Computer. We had a practical test. We had to make a music collection and all. My computer suddenly turned off while i turned on the monitor and so i had no internet. So I moved to another computer so i was beside Bianca. I wasn't able to finish since the internet was going slow and crazy by the end. But we had to have it checked by a different person. I gave that person a good grade, actually a great grade. And she gave me a really low one. As in low. I only couldn't finish one record and I get 7 over 10. I even stretched the pictures and I get a 3 over 5. The font I used was readable and I get a 2 over 5. Yes, I was really angry after that. But oh well. I can't do anything about my grade now. But I can think of several reasons why she could do that. Or she could just be evil. But I'm not angry at the person. I guess I'm just angry at the injustice of that matter. I mean how would you feel when you worked hard on something and just because of the internet not working, you couldn't finish, and you get a grade lower than you should get. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;We also were dismissed early for club. Miss had to do something for Com. Arts week I guess. But we just evaluated the field trip anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-1421006325156480715?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/1421006325156480715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=1421006325156480715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1421006325156480715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/1421006325156480715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/02/tomorrows-going-to-be-day.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s going to be the day'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-4927694964101186805</id><published>2008-02-16T09:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T11:06:56.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How nice..</title><content type='html'>I just noticed something when I opened the dashboard of this blog. It said 214 posts, last on February 14 2008. Notice anything? &lt;br /&gt;Well the valentine's entry of my blog was the 214th entry. And 214 is also equal to feb. 14. That's nice.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was educators day. It's always on the friday nearest to valentines day. Well we had a mass first. So we were all in gala. Well, the mass was alright. I was kinda late though, but not exactly tardy. You see, everyone went down at around 7:05. I got to school at around 7:08. So almost everyone was at the gym at that time. Well I wasn't considered tardy, after all, the tardy time is after 7:20.&lt;br /&gt;After the mass, we had recess. Then we went to the gym again for the program. First, the HOD people, danced to Dancing through Life I think. Then the Chorale sang a bunch of old songs, well not that old, but they were songs from the time I was in grade 1 more or less. Hits I guess from the year 2000 and such. Well they also sang Beautiful Girls and such. Well after that, there was a presentation from the PTA. My dad wasn't there of course. He said that he'd only do meetings and stuff related to that, but never perform. Well, only 5 parents performed that day. Well, one was mrs apuya, she sang the tanging yaman. While Tita Gail, Sir Lovejoy and 2 other parents, I forgot their names, were there also. I didn't really get the presentation though, but it was alright. Next came the grade school acoustics club. The instrumentalists were alright, though I'd have to say that the vocals were pretty off key, especially the blending. Plus the volume was kinda loud, so it was more of the "nakakabingi" type. Oh well, the high school students were pretty wild, though somehow it looked more that they were making fun of the whole thing :|  well anyway, I guess they'll realize some things when they get older. Then the COL and SB performed. Pretty surprising but still, it was cute. :)) Even Jonah was there. No exceptions I guess. Then that was how the short day ended. It was at around 10:30 that we were dismissed. Then since we had to do stuff for the Tableau, we went to Ashley's house. It was supposed to be at our house, but not that many people knew about North Susana. Oh well. We managed to finish most of the props, just a few more and we'll be done. Now costumes are the next problem. If we get that done, we'll be able to do well on thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-4927694964101186805?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/4927694964101186805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=4927694964101186805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4927694964101186805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4927694964101186805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-nice.html' title='How nice..'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-4934989448783127776</id><published>2008-02-14T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:39:21.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club field trip..</title><content type='html'>Well today is Valentine's Day. Also the day of the students take over and the newsletter club's field trip. Really nice timing don't you think? Well anyways, I came to school in my jeans and all and everyone was asking me why and if I was gonna teach math. Of course I was supposed to teach math, but I decided to join the field trip instead. Well at first I thought that it was going to be boring since we'd only be going to the philippine star and the national library but I guess I was wrong. We went down at around 7:30 right after the MOR. We left at around 7:45 i think. Then all the first and second years were in the smaller bus with ms aring and the third and fourth years were in the bigger bus with mrs bernardino. We were comfy I guess. I was the the end, the one near the door next to Kiarel. Well actually, me, Sarah, Kiarel and miss were talking and talking.. the rest were kinda quiet, pero we were all noisy at some point. We then got to the Philippine Star at 9:00. And waited for 30 to 40 minutes. We even ate donuts while waiting XD  We then toured the Philippine Star and even saw the newspapers getting printed. We also got free advanced copies of the news, or at least the lifestyle ones :)) We then were supposed to go to the National Library. We got kinda lost though because we were already going back to the school. We didn't realize it since we were being noisy again. Oh well. We did manage to go there. We saw the Electronic Library, the Children's Library, the Filipiniana books and we even saw a copy of the original Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo. As in Rizal's Handwriting and erasures. We also a lot of old newspapers, as in some dated as old as 1943. Lastly, we also saw the Theses and stuff. So we ended at around 1 and to think we only said until 12:00 :))  We then ate at Jollibee. Then we went back to the bus. As usual, we talked a lot, but we were more hyper now because of all that ice cream. Then when we got to Commonwealth, we saw this Porsche, which was really red. Then the windows were open. There was a guy there though I didn't really care much. But everyone else was talking about how "hot" the guy was. As in when we would pass by the car of if that car passed by our bus, everyone else would scream and try to take a picture.. I didn't care actually, I might care about the car more since it is a Porsche and all.. Miss was just laughing at them as in naiiyak sa super tawa and then she realized that I wasn't screaming. Actually, I was irritated. As in everyone was "kinikilig" and I wasn't. I guess I was the only person who didn't care. They even memorized the plate number.... God, ang lakas pa ng tilian nila. Miss even said "Tingnan niyo si Angela. Siya lang yung walang paki. Naiirita na yata sa inyo." Ok, so I don't care about guys. But hey, I don't go after girls either. I'm not girly. I'm more of a tomboy. But definitely not "tibo" or a lesbian. Get the point. Well anyway, they were talking about the guy until we got back to school. Me, being irritated and all, left the bus first. We got back to school at around 2:45. We didn't really get to support Nic, or should I say Ms Veloso for today. We only had Stat. It was alright, kinda boring, but still okay.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I actually enjoyed that field trip. Even though it was kinda irritating at the end, it was still fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-4934989448783127776?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/4934989448783127776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=4934989448783127776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4934989448783127776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4934989448783127776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/02/club-field-trip.html' title='Club field trip..'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-5971350579683194620</id><published>2008-02-11T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:41:01.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again with the blogging..</title><content type='html'>I'm here again..blogging of course. Today was alright though it was one of those sleepy mondays for me. I just wasn't as lively as I usually am. I don't really know why but I slept pretty early and yet I still felt sleepy :| Maybe it's because it's a monday. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I was the logbook dude today. It was alright, though I didn't really write much.. I guess it wasn't a good day for me today. Our first subject of the day was AP. It was alright, we had our balitaan and I wasn't exactly prepared since we get all the homework on weekends now. But I guess we did well. After that was Pinoy. We had to write our own balita. Of course since I am part of the newsletter club now, it seemed as though I was just writing an article but instead of it being more or less 5-7 sentences for news and 15 plus sentences for features stuff, we were made to write 5 paragraphs.. about either the fair or the intrams. I decided to write about the fair since I guess more stuff happened during those days.&lt;br /&gt;We also had the orientation for our field trip. It's going to be in Laguna. Nice, since it will be the farthest we've gone. Usually, we don't go anywhere farther than Rizal.&lt;br /&gt;After that we just practiced for the Com. Arts week. Then we had cooking. We made a pizza. It was good. Then we had Bio. It was kinda boring and I found myself striving to stay awake at the near end. Oh well. Then we had Math as the last subject. As usual, mrs sulit was late, because she came from Sandiwa which for her is somewhat the other side of the world. Yeah, I'm aware that our classrooms are that far. We were supposed to have a quiz but we didn't really know how to answer so we just had a discussion instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-5971350579683194620?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/5971350579683194620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=5971350579683194620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5971350579683194620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5971350579683194620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/02/again-with-blogging.html' title='again with the blogging..'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-4956970593775728530</id><published>2008-02-10T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T15:51:53.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I blog again.</title><content type='html'>I'm happy that I've started blogging again. I'm actually amazed on the fact that I've been blogging everyday again. Well, I am aware that I should really be doing my HRR now but I really can't get over my bad habit of procrastinating.. I should really be changing for the better. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I still have no idea on what my group's going to bring on monday for the pizza making. MY so-called group mates haven't told me anything. But anyway, it won't be my problem if we don't have that thing we need, they didn't tell me in the first place. So yeah, unless they tell me to bring something, I won't be bringing anything, or at least that's how I am in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that our balitaan's going to be tomorrow. I really need to borrow a blazer since I don't have one and of course my parents don't have one either :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-4956970593775728530?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/4956970593775728530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=4956970593775728530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4956970593775728530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/4956970593775728530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-blog-again.html' title='I blog again.'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32450946.post-5173187694019778099</id><published>2008-02-09T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T19:23:57.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HRR</title><content type='html'>Here I am again. I really need to do my HRR. Well 2 weeks ago, I tried looking for Asian films and with the number of DVDs we had, finding something would be hard. But in turn I found 9 possible movies and a copy of the Last Samurai XD  Most of these movies though were Chinese though. Well I have these choices as of now.. the chinese ones are Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon , Kung Fu Hustle, The Touch , Hero , Curse of the Golden Flower and The Banquet. I also have one Indian movie which is Gandhi. Also, I got the Memoirs of a Geisha for Japan and somehow there's this one from Kazakhstan titled Nomad. I'll most likely be choosing the Kazakhstan one or the Indian one since they are sorta the least common. However, Nomad's rated R for violence since it is a war film and Gandhi's kinda boring, so I might go with Kung Fu Hustle which is kind of a comedy. Memoirs might be too common so I don't think I'll use that but anyways, I can still go and choose any of the 9 movies..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32450946-5173187694019778099?l=angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/feeds/5173187694019778099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32450946&amp;postID=5173187694019778099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5173187694019778099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32450946/posts/default/5173187694019778099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaslashissanery.blogspot.com/2008/02/hrr.html' title='HRR'/><author><name>Issa Nery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12259299145400341533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxYuIvH0tTQ/TvnqtkKqRrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0v9jqyI23t4/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-13%2Bat%2B18.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
