<?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-10789400</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:44:08.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of contentment</title><subtitle type='html'>there are times when dreams are all you've got to find happiness in life... then suddenly it fails you. but there's always the art of contentment one must learn to enjoy life inspite of the pain...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-115276631540985020</id><published>2006-07-13T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:51:55.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buhbye</title><content type='html'>I am moving once again. Blogspot is too stereotypical already. Almost everybody's here. I'm moving to Livejournal, which may be one of the more famous blog hosts but at least not as overpopulated as blogspot. :) If you want to know my new URL, I'm just  a YM away. I won't give it away because I realized that making a blog too commercialized may just take away the essence of making it a good blog... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Blogspot! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-115276631540985020?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/115276631540985020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=115276631540985020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/115276631540985020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/115276631540985020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/07/buhbye.html' title='Buhbye'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-115226884380219007</id><published>2006-07-07T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:40:43.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MAKE ME SICK.</title><content type='html'>I totally hate it when I get sick. Everytime I get sick, it always takes away the best of me-- I suddenly become quiet and sad. To top it off, when I get sick, all my problems accumulate. I know, it's a weird way to put it but I just totally hate getting sick. Sucks. When I woke up this morning, I literally had no voice. I was trying to say out loud my morning prayer, but to my surprise when I opened my mouth, no voice came. It was almost like I was controlled by a remote control and put to MUTE. I freaked out I almost want to cry (see how bad my personality gets when I get sick?). I really wanted to cut all of my subjects for today if only I didn't have a Fil14 reporting (now see how good of a student I am? hehe), but it's true. I came to school for a report that didn't even last for five minutes, but I thought that if I don't report it, no one else would since I am the only one who knows exactly what the keywords in the powerpoint would mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I went to school, with a reallllllyyyy heavyyyyy heart. It's like I'm punishing myself so much. For the first time (in college), I actually felt I am pushing myself to the limit, sometimes, even if the push seems unnecessary. I actually even surmised that the reason why I don't seem to get any better is because instead of taking a rest for at least a day, I instead, go straight to studying right after I get home. Now I am really getting it how one person can have a good and an evil side. Now that I'm sick, my evil side grows by pushing myself to neglect weakness. Sometimes, it pays to give some attention to weakness and see what good can radiate from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a deadly schedule by next week. I will be having an accounting long test and some other requirements that when put together can create a storm. Not to mention, I offered my breaks for AJMA to serve as interviewer to our new members. Yes, I am a good student. Yes, I am a good org member. Hehe. But sometimes, being good isn't enough. I am currently going through this stage of whether what I am doing is enough to still be a Deans Lister (not that I'm slacking off, oh no, I'm so far away from that) but subjects just get harder by the minute, requirements get piled up every second and exams are anything but easy, so sometimes I wonder what if I just study non stop, forget about social life for some time and do all work. And then I remember my blockmate saying a while ago (while we compare ourselves with two of the most academic freak in the block), "I can't imagine myself to be like *toot* and *toot*. As in, wala na silang hobbies." I don't want to go there. I don't want to be a Dean's Lister and not have any other priceless accomplishments like having friends, spending time with friends, and having fun despite the tough journey. I don't wanna be caught in the caf alone and studying. I don't want to see myself in the lib 24/7. I don't want to look at the mirror and not like what I see. So thinking about it again, maybe what I'm doing is good-- good enough to be what I want to be... good enough to still be proud that I have gone through another tough sem of being an LM major while still being the best person I imagine myself to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! See where my sickness could actually lead me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thank God for the continuous strength He showers me with. Sometimes, I just close my eyes and think of Him and things become a ton lighter. Thanks, bossing! =) I also thank my Atenean friends for keeping me sane. Imagine, we spend most of our time together thanks to our horrifying schedules (we're almost just borders to our homes-- we go home to sleep, eat, and take a bath!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneeze here. Cough there. I hope I get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-115226884380219007?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/115226884380219007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=115226884380219007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/115226884380219007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/115226884380219007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-make-me-sick.html' title='I MAKE ME SICK.'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-115210890391388556</id><published>2006-07-05T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:15:03.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law21 Mania</title><content type='html'>I just got home an hour ago from what I consider a loooooonnngggg and draaaaggggiiinnngg day. Every Wednesday is a 9-9 Wednesday for me, which translates to my stay in school from 9 AM to 9PM-- and not that the subjects kill me  (but they can, I swear.) but it's the feeling of being mentally and physically drained/abused/tired or whatever else you may want to call it that can kill. Imagine having to battle off the feeling of having to drag yourself to every class with a tired and weeping soul (wow, drama. HAHA). But anyway, enough of that crap, I'm losing track, I'm supposed to tell how my Law21 class went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I felt so relaxed about it. I knew we were having oral recitations about our readings (it's a weekly homework that we have to do, read at least 50 pages of the book) but I didn't feel any stress at all. While everyone else felt nervous about it, all I did was look at them study and memorize the difference between an incidental and causal fraud, define mora accipiendi, and the likes. Come the class itself, we started immediately with the recitation and BAM! It was freaky, with a capital F. I was shocked of the "system". It was even harder than I thought it would be. Let me give you an idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Valdez shuffles the index cards, the "lucky" one who gets picked stands up, to answer his questions that don't necessarily come in proper order as it has been stated in the book. That being, we really have to learn to think at our feet while speaking like lawyers. Everyone was worried-- they who have studied and knew the difference of an incidental and causal fraud and the definition of mora accipiendi, while I, I who didn't even bother memorize these terms, sat there in my seat in front, still not nervous. Sure it was freaky, but I didn't feel cold/intense about it. Maybe it was a foreshadowed feeling... I wasn't called in the entire 3hour period last week. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come today, I knew I shall be called. My blockmates noticed Sir Valdez' new system of calling on students. He followed a pattern. After calling someone, he skips the people beside him/her and then calls another one. I was too sleepy to even bother so I just said, "Ah talaga?" and continued looking at my book without really reading (yes, I was still relaxed). Out of nowhere, immediately after my blockmate was asked to sit down, he started shuffling the index cards again and what do you know, "Kath Chan." I was in denial for a split second there. I almost wanted to make myself believe that there is another Kath Chan he might be calling but no. That's too farfetched. But I had to stand up and well, give my best (even if I was half asleep, thanks to my colds.). And there I went, explaining, answering his questions, answering his WHAT IF's (I had loads of them), and at the same time hoping it was all over because I really. felt. sleepy. Before I knew it, he said, "Alright. Thank You." and jots down my grade. It wasn't nerve wrecking at all-- not as I thought it would be, or maybe it was but I was just too sleepy to mind =) I just hope he gives me a good grade. I hardly even looked at my book and he never negated my answer so he better give me a decent one, else, well, wala lang. &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I blogged! Yey! I just miss this. Gotta go read more western history, haynako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-115210890391388556?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/115210890391388556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=115210890391388556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/115210890391388556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/115210890391388556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/07/law21-mania.html' title='Law21 Mania'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-115094293161110206</id><published>2006-06-22T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:22:11.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios, for now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SHALL BE ON A BLOG LEAVE.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly put into words how stressed and how loaded I am right now, to think that I'm only four days accomplished for the first sem. I am afraid, doubtful, and becoming less and less eager of the school days to come. I have the worst set of professors to date, mind you. So until I get myself adjusted, there will be no more posts in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries as she makes her last post for the month, and maybe even for the next month...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-115094293161110206?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/115094293161110206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=115094293161110206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/115094293161110206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/115094293161110206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/06/adios-for-now.html' title='Adios, for now'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-115035312937833230</id><published>2006-06-15T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:32:09.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Class Mayor</title><content type='html'>I was having one of these daily conversations with Kim after she came home from school. It's her second day being a first grader (thus my new nickname for her, gradeone, and yes, it is pronounced as one word) so as the excited &lt;em&gt;ate&lt;/em&gt; that I am, we talked about "serious" stuffs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Gusto mo maging class mayor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ano yun? Class President?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Uhh... yeah. It's almost the same sa school. Parang you lead the class...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ooohh... I like *claps*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cool. Basta kapag tinanong ni teacher who wants to be a class mayor, just raise your hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;OK. I want to be a leeeaaaddddeeerrr!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Basta be in good control of your classmates.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Diba leader na ako kapag mayor ako?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yup.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;So pwede kong sabihin, "Leah (her classmate) get me a glass of water!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ngeh! Hinde.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ah ok ok. I'm wrong. Dapat pala,  "Leah, PLEASE get me a glass of water!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayiyi... On second thought, maybe being the class mayor is not such a very bright idea after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my long-time best friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Karen Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (You may not be able to read this but we texted each other yesterday so that's fine with me. I know you're still out there somewhere! Mwah! =p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-115035312937833230?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/115035312937833230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=115035312937833230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/115035312937833230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/115035312937833230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/06/class-mayor.html' title='The Class Mayor'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-115010469044576289</id><published>2006-06-12T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:40:14.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of debuts</title><content type='html'>Jessica's early debut celebration last night was a blast. It was really fun, and seeing my high school friends again always seemed like it was the first time after a little more than a year (although in reality, we have seen each other a couple of times after graduation). Check out the pictures in Jess' multiply site! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IA's debut is up next. I have yet to find a gown, a gift, and so much more. Ayiyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood to blog. I just thought I'd let you know I'm still alive... and yes, I still owe this blog an entry about my Bob Ong craze. SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-115010469044576289?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/115010469044576289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=115010469044576289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/115010469044576289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/115010469044576289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-debuts.html' title='of debuts'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-115001450541464262</id><published>2006-06-11T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T16:28:25.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spare tire friend</title><content type='html'>I hate it when a friend treats you like a spare tire friend. A friend who leaves you in the back seat and calls on you when there's no one else to call. A friend who only notices you when you are armed with the juiciest stories. A friend who only looks on you as a part of a beautiful past but will not include you in his/her more beautiful present. A friend whom you always thought will treat you as one of her immediate fall-back but now never bothers to tell anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bad isn't it? Specially when you thought you had gone through enough tides to make the strongest friendship. But now, beyond your imaginations, everything has zapped into nothing... that you'd be lucky to be that friend's second best. But what's hardest in such a situation is that you get used to the fact that you are now just a spare tire... SPARE.TIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's bad to get used to it. I've blogged about this for a thousand times but it never seems to fit quite right. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe YOU are wrong. I don't know when I can have the guts to say everything to you in your face but I just hope that when the time comes that I've gathered all my guts, I hope that that is not the same time that I have also let go of the friendship I tried to save.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-115001450541464262?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/115001450541464262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=115001450541464262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/115001450541464262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/115001450541464262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/06/spare-tire-friend_11.html' title='spare tire friend'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114992643963472608</id><published>2006-06-10T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T16:00:39.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reg Washdown</title><content type='html'>(I'm saving the Bob Ong entry for some other day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 AM was my call time last Wednesday for the Reg Washdown. Just in case you didn't know, it's my organization's (Ateneo Junior Marketing Association) way of promoting US by giving away free refreshments and chips. I came 30 minutes earlier and became a &lt;em&gt;kargadora&lt;/em&gt; for the day together with my fellow AJMAn's. We lifted boxes of chips from the parking near Schmitt Hall to the the walk way that links CTC and JGSOM. It's not a very long walk (nothing beats the walk from CTC to Bellarmine) but the distance does count when you're carrying a box full of chips! I just pity Kiko and Enrique and all the other guys who had to bring the C2 and Teazz (new product from URC. Sarap. Hehe) boxes. It was damn heavy. After a little more than an hour of being a &lt;em&gt;kargadora,&lt;/em&gt;  we then set up our booth and were all armed to hand out freebies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out regretting the idea of volunteering. But Nill (our president) incessantly told me, "Kath, it's fun sobra. Sali ka!" and so I did. And well, I just got to give it to them, it was really fun. So fun that my supposedly one hour volunteer extended to half of the day and another half day volunteer yesterday and I shall volunteer yet again for Friday, the Freshmen's reg day. It's fun being an AJMAn. Take away the scorching rays of the sun and the grumpy regcom guy who has this favorite line, "Oi, AJMA urong niyo nga boxes niyo. Nakakalat!" to say to us 24/7, reg washdown is perfectly fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOIN AJMA people! Haha. Well at least for those incoming Ateneans and even the Ateneans and even the AJMAns last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wanted to give a more detailed blog but I just couldn't take the heat. Damn. Isn't June supposed to be the start of the rainy season? It isn't yet? Well, I want it to be! Haha.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114992643963472608?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114992643963472608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114992643963472608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114992643963472608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114992643963472608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/06/reg-washdown.html' title='Reg Washdown'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114958824369457854</id><published>2006-06-06T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:53:54.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND SO IT GOES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My head hurts like hell but I'm still here, blogging. JUST.HAVE.TO.BLOG. Here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CAUTION: THIS IS LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GRADES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So I've been blogging here many times about my summer classes, Lit14 and Sp1 (Spanish). This isn't the best summer but I must say that this is the only summer I had that has been most productive and most useful. Finally, 6 units off my chest. Grades are distributed from 8-12NN and because I once tried to come in at 10AM at the covcourts and found thousands of Ateneans in line, I resolved that the next time around, I will come in at 8AM. Well, it didn't really happen. I was 22 minutes late than what I resolved for myself but hey! It wasn't bad. It isn't bad at all because there isn't any lines. Yey! There were two guys ahead of me and that was when I was starting to prepare myself for a pair of B's in my card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I spent my summer classes like they weren't graded. Like they were something close to taking an English or Math class in KUMON. I didn't take it as seriously as I know I would come regular school days. The grade distribution didn't really sink in until earlier that I am lining up for my card and regform. After about 2 minutes in line, it was my turn. The girl had a hard time looking for my card and regform just to find out that it was at the very last of the set (poor regcom girl, hehe). And then she handed me the card. Results?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My 'B' guess for Sp1 turned out to be a B+. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My 'B' guess for Lit14 turned out to be an A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, now. Why did I assume such low scores? That's because my Spanish oral exam was just fair. I got a 13/15 which translates to a B. It's a hard exam, I tell you. To Montessorians who took Spanish in Second Year, it was far from that. This is HARD.CORE. SPANISH. people! You really &lt;strong&gt;learn&lt;/strong&gt; the language and the culture. However, it's rewarding to finish the course because you feel you really own the language. Gracias Senor Capili! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for Lit14, I just had a negative review of the subject. Everybody else told me it was hard and challenging and it might even make you hate poetry. I might be used to declaming poetry since 2nd grade but dissecting it is another story. And I tell you, the poems Sir Gonzaga gave us wasn't at all easy. They were short (the poems) and they were mad (madly difficult). How did I pull it off? I have no idea. But I guess I just assumed things. Maybe I assumed that what I answer in discussions are not so right because Sir Gonzaga won't give the best reactions, but apparently, I think I did pretty well. But honestly, *whispers* I did love poetry after the subject concluded and before I got my grades. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST SEM SCHEDULE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;is a KILLER. KILLER. KILLER. It's like a mad man fixed my schedule. I have Western History every freakin' day (I believe it's fast track so I guess that's not so bad. At least after midterms, history's gone), I have Accounting-- which is by far the most talked about subject by all SOM students (people only talk about two things, the best and the worst. Guess why they talk about Accounting a lot... IT'S BAD. MEAN. HARD. Goodbye fun days!), and lastly, I have LAW21 which will just be every Wednesday but deserves to be given THE WORST SCHEDULE TO DATE and I'd be giving you two reasons why: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;three &lt;/strong&gt;hours. Not one. Not two. BUT THREE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a night class: 6 to 9PM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now can anybody remind me why I even dreamt of becoming a Corporate Lawyer? Oh God. Sometimes the sacrifices are just awful. What's harder to think is that there are four LAW21 classes, one for each LM block. Three out of four LAW21 classes are scheduled twice a week during the day, only one has the worst schedule, and what do you know, it was honored to our block. What a destiny we have in our palm. Erk. So every Wednesday, I will be in school from 930AM to 9PM. That's a worse schedule than work which is usually just 8-5. Blah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWWW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was a scary feeling when I stepped inside Ateneo for the very first time. It was surreal in the beginning. All my life I have been in O.B. Montessori and stepping into a new school is like stepping into a new neighborhood. Although I have my two closest friends with me, we belong to courses that are worlds apart and yes, it doesn't help at all to have them in Ateneo because 97% of the time, we can't be together. Bottomline is, we don't see each other to ease our nervousness. It was something we dealt with by ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess ORSEM is pretty much the beginning of the nerve-wrecking entrance to Ateneo. You are seated with people you don't know, people who stare at each other and when you look at them either gives you a stern look or they look away. It's hard to adjust. It's hard to make a move. But however hard, you just have to take it. ORSEM is bombarded with group dynamics and it wasn't all fun at first especially when you do it with people who are aliens to you in the first day. What's even worse with the ORSEM is the amount of running that you just have to do! During the campus tour, we haven't even taken a breath yet after a mile of running and then we run again. We haven't even allowed the name of the building to sink inside our shrinking and tired brain and then we run again. I tell you freshies. "MOB" is the new word to hate. What exactly is MOB? You'll know in the ORSEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But going back to my original topic, that ORSEM has come and gone and yes, it has been a year. I am done and over being the most innocent Atenean as a freshman. I am now a step ahead and I am learning even more. It will be harder this time around but I am up for it. Time flies by really fast. College is a fresh experience and I enjoyed it. As for the freshmen, enjoy your first year. I swear, enjoy it! And no, enjoying doesn't necessarily mean night outs every time, enjoy it in your own way of enjoying. Practice independence and liberty to a certain extent... it's fun =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;By the way, I just learned that out of the BIG THREE Universities here in the Philippines, Ateneo is reported to give the most difficult exam with its entrance test suited for people with above average intelligence. To top it all off, Ateneo accepts the lowest number of students every year with an average of 15% students. So to the new freshmen of the Ateneo, feel proud but don't boast. Be happy we are here, YOU are here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOB ONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apparently, this blog entry is too long already so I might save this for another entry but just a teaser, I have read Stainless Longganisa by Bob Ong just recently. I have the copy of the book since January but never opened it until a couple of nights ago. It was very funny, very wise, and you'll learn a lot. I'll be giving teasers of the book tomorrow, it's just so funny. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What do you know? My head doesn't hurt anymore. Now this is what I call, BLOG THERAPY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114958824369457854?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114958824369457854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114958824369457854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114958824369457854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114958824369457854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-so-it-goes.html' title='AND SO IT GOES...'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114949118593538961</id><published>2006-06-05T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:06:25.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>streetbeat</title><content type='html'>I had this very weird LSS going on. Elvis' "Footloose" is stuck in my head, but instead of singing &lt;em&gt;"everybody go loose... footloose", &lt;/em&gt;I sing it this way, &lt;em&gt;"everybody go loose... streetbeat"&lt;/em&gt; Haha. What a dysfunctional mind I am having nowadays. And if you're wondering if that's the reason why this version is entitled the way it is, well the answer is YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss blogging. A new layout as a sign of boredom/excitement to try out my newly downloaded brushes. The &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; blog is yet to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades for Lit14 and Sp1 will be distributed tomorrow. Oh wow. Goodluck to me, especially because I never really took my summer classes very seriously. *Uhnoe!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I have a question box on the right! Weeeeeeee... Please. Ask the most random questions. Haha... Now I'm begging for questions, what's wrong with me?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114949118593538961?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114949118593538961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114949118593538961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114949118593538961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114949118593538961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/06/streetbeat.html' title='streetbeat'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114913509766410589</id><published>2006-06-01T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T12:11:37.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;H I A T U S .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114913509766410589?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114913509766410589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114913509766410589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114913509766410589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114913509766410589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/06/guess-what.html' title='guess what?'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114905516232775900</id><published>2006-05-31T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T13:59:22.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Grave</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to come up with a new layout for this site, but why bother? I'm not even updating. Hehe... maybe soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been meeting with AJMA people like crazy. Meeting last night at Shakey's Katipunan until around quarter to ten. Meeting later again at McDo Katipunan at 430 PM... oh wow. Meetings aren't exactly the most exciting part of events that are yet to come but in the end, attending these meetings make you feel you're a big part why the event is a success. Gotta go Johnny Doe! (Don't ask me who Johnny Doe is. I just thought DOE rhymes with GO... ahaha see why I don't blog often? My mind has drifted somewhere else.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114905516232775900?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114905516232775900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114905516232775900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114905516232775900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114905516232775900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-from-grave.html' title='Back from the Grave'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114856754208097797</id><published>2006-05-25T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:36:18.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another one</title><content type='html'>Is my blog becoming a haven for surveys already or what? Oh well, forget it. I just wanted to do blog about something but am too tired to blog about what really happened today so here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)anong ginawa mo kahapon?&lt;br /&gt;marami. kinausap mga tao sa bahay ng espanyol. napasakit ko naman ulo nila. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) san ka/kayo nagpunta recently?&lt;br /&gt;sino kami? hehe. sa Ateneo. sa bahay. sa Starbucks. sa aking ikalawang bahay, ang kahabaan ng Katipunan. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) anong wallpaper ng pc mo?&lt;br /&gt;sa desktop, si Lilo and Stitch. sa laptop, ang aking american idol hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) anong nasa ibabaw ng tv nyo?&lt;br /&gt;sa ibabaw nalang ng tv ko, marami kung lahat pa ng tv. =) ... puros picture frames... alikabok narin harhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) anong damit mo ngaun?&lt;br /&gt;PE shirt ng OBMC Freshman and Nike Jogging Pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) anong kinocollect mo?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh... MP3s. hehe. orig na cds and books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) anong nararamdaman mo ngaun?&lt;br /&gt;pagod. to think na eto lang naman ginawa ko buong araw (well, hindi naman buong araw pero... gets?): hablo en espanyol con mi amiga Lia (speak in spanish with my friend lia)... o ayan nanaman. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) anong street ang tinutuluyan mo&lt;br /&gt;ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;Chico Street. Sige nga, hanapin mo saan yun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) anong favorite flavor mo ng ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Dulce de Leche. YAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) anong oras na?&lt;br /&gt;10:33 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) kailan ka huling nagpagupit?&lt;br /&gt;Nung April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) kailan ka huling nanood ng sine sa&lt;br /&gt;sinehan?&lt;br /&gt;Sunday lang. Every week of May, puro panunuod lang ng sine ginawa ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) anong pelikula un?&lt;br /&gt;the da vinci code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) cnu kasama mo?&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) n'sync o backstreet boys?&lt;br /&gt;N'Sync. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) anong favorite mong chichiria?&lt;br /&gt;Cheese Rings, cheap ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) nagmumura kba?&lt;br /&gt;Shit ah. Feeling mo naman diyan. Ako nagmumura? Takte ka! &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) anong pinakamasakit na sinabi sayo?&lt;br /&gt;Maarte ako. Pwede nilang sabihin na masungit ako pero maarte? Siguro iba lang kasi ang definition ko ng maarte kaya ayokong nasasabihin nun. Sob. Yuck arte. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) anong huling pnanood mo kgabi?&lt;br /&gt;CSI Miami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) nag be-breakfast kba tuwing&lt;br /&gt;weekdays?&lt;br /&gt;No. Weekends lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) anong gusto mong makuhang gift sa&lt;br /&gt;Pasko?&lt;br /&gt;Si Chris Daughtry. Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) if you are smoking, anong gus2 mong&lt;br /&gt;brand ng cigarette?&lt;br /&gt;HOPE. Lol. Wala noh. I don't smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) na22wa kba pag nakakakita k ng&lt;br /&gt;maskot?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ayus lang. Hindi rin. Mas natutuwa ako sa mascot na hindi naka-costume. Haha. Gets? Hinde? O wag ka na. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) bahay o mall?&lt;br /&gt;Minsan bahay, minsan mall. Pero bahay ko naman Rockwell eh so bahay nalang. Haha. Labooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) black o white?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) nasusuka kba pg nasakay ng bus or&lt;br /&gt;taxi?&lt;br /&gt;Di pa naman. Naka Bonamine Chewables ako palagi eh... Haha Joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) saan probinsya mo?&lt;br /&gt;Vigan and Zambales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) spaghetti o carbonara?&lt;br /&gt;Depende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) abs-cbn o gma?&lt;br /&gt;ABS CBN, true blue kapamilya 'to pre! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) sino mga tao s bhay nyo 2day? san&lt;br /&gt;ung iba?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit? Punta ka dito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) inaantok k na ba? bkt?&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa. Mejo high ako ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) ballpen o pencil?&lt;br /&gt;Ballpen naman. Meron naman akong 20 pesos para bumili ng pen noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) favorite color/s mo?&lt;br /&gt;Blue. Pink. Brown. Green. Orange. Black. Lahat na nga... Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) gusto mo ba mag pa-tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko. Henna Tattoo nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) e mag pa body piercing?&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) anong ginagawa mo pag gising&lt;br /&gt;tuwing weekends?&lt;br /&gt;Susubukan matulog ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) harry potter o lord of the rings?&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) dream destination mo?&lt;br /&gt;Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) may namimiss ka ba ngayon? sino?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Wala naman. Enjoy naman ako sa buhay ko ngayon para may mamiss pa. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for weird and nonsensical responses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114856754208097797?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114856754208097797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114856754208097797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114856754208097797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114856754208097797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-one.html' title='another one'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114853265905951674</id><published>2006-05-25T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T12:50:59.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Señor Prado, show mercy.</title><content type='html'>I am two hours away from having my Oral Exam in Spanish. Shit. I can't stand it. One very good thing that went beyond my expectations already took place. &lt;em&gt;Kaya lang baka ma-jinx ako or something.&lt;/em&gt; Gawd. Help me God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despues mi examen en Español, no me gusta hablar español para una año!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114853265905951674?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114853265905951674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114853265905951674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114853265905951674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114853265905951674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/05/seor-prado-show-mercy.html' title='Señor Prado, show mercy.'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114837348620141113</id><published>2006-05-23T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:38:06.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kath, donde esta?</title><content type='html'>10 FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt; first best friend: Regina Cuevas&lt;br /&gt;first screen name: almost_sinfree&lt;br /&gt;first pet name: never had a pet&lt;br /&gt;first piercing: ears; when I was still a baby&lt;br /&gt;first crush: I honestly don't remember. But the first time I was conscious of having a crush, that was Mark. And he knows it. Haha. Funny, actually.&lt;br /&gt;first school: O.B. Montessori Santa Ana&lt;br /&gt;location: Mandaluyong&lt;br /&gt;first kiss: mom and dad? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;first car: Either Toyota or Honda. Or maybe not. Haha. I'm just guessing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 LASTS&lt;br /&gt;last time you smoked: A couple of minutes ago. JOKE. I never tried and I guess I never will.&lt;br /&gt;last food you ate: pasta. yum&lt;br /&gt;last car ride: hours ago&lt;br /&gt;last movie you watched: The Da Vinci Code&lt;br /&gt;last phone call: Do missed calls count? Hehe&lt;br /&gt;last CD you listened to: Joss Stone's album. Love her.&lt;br /&gt;last song you listened to: No Me Ames (obviously prepping up for Spanish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 HAVE-YOU-EVERS&lt;br /&gt;dated a best friend: nope.&lt;br /&gt;been arrested: no reason to be arrested&lt;br /&gt;been on TV: about to, I guess? Haha. I really love my ORG =)&lt;br /&gt;eaten sushi: Yup! And I didn't like it&lt;br /&gt;cheated on your BF/GF: No boyfriend to cheat on&lt;br /&gt;been on a blind date: Uhhh... no. But for experience's sake, I'm willing. Hah! ONLY if it's a set up done by people I trust. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;been in love: Tell me first what love is and I'll tell you if I've been.&lt;br /&gt;bungee-jumped: Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 THINGS YOU ARE WEARING&lt;br /&gt;1. loose shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. khaki shorts&lt;br /&gt;3. underewear hehe&lt;br /&gt;4. scrunchie on my hair&lt;br /&gt;5. slippers&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;-nothing else. I'm in my &lt;em&gt;pambahay&lt;/em&gt; attire-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 THINGS YOU HAVE DONE TODAY&lt;br /&gt;1. went to school&lt;br /&gt;2. got drained with Spanish talks&lt;br /&gt;3. listened to music&lt;br /&gt;4. directed our play&lt;br /&gt;5. YM conferenced with Pam and Krista&lt;br /&gt;6. met up with Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 FAVORITE THINGS&lt;br /&gt;1. Powerbook&lt;br /&gt;2. Cellphone&lt;br /&gt;3. Books&lt;br /&gt;4. TV&lt;br /&gt;5. Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 PEOPLE YOU TRUST THE MOST (it's in no particular order...)&lt;br /&gt;1. GOD&lt;br /&gt;2. FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;3. Jess&lt;br /&gt;4. Ana&lt;br /&gt;-So maybe that'r way more than four...hehe-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;1. Ride a rollercoaster&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to Spain and use what I've learned in Spanish (Haha)&lt;br /&gt;3. Do confession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 CHOICES&lt;br /&gt;vanilla or chocolate: vanilla. never a fan of chocolate. =)&lt;br /&gt;hugs or kisses: hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 PERSON I WANT TO SEE RIGHT NOW: Karen Cruz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114837348620141113?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114837348620141113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114837348620141113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114837348620141113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114837348620141113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/05/kath-donde-esta.html' title='Kath, donde esta?'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114829011586899394</id><published>2006-05-22T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T17:28:35.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solo Dios basta.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;God alone is enough.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114829011586899394?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114829011586899394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114829011586899394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114829011586899394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114829011586899394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/05/solo-dios-basta.html' title=''/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114793824406078205</id><published>2006-05-18T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:44:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no blog</title><content type='html'>- Can't believe going to the National Museum can be interesting and fun. Haha, thanks Lia! Will never forget the COCONUT and everything else we made fun of there. What happens there should stay there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;- Can't believe I'm not having Lit14 anymore. Boohoo. I kinda enjoyed studying poems even if it's difficult. What geek!&lt;br /&gt;- Can't believe, still, that Chris is not the American Idol and Taylor will win it. I am sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;- Can't believe I actually learned basic Spanish within five weeks. What fun! &lt;br /&gt;- Can't believe Sir Gonzaga rescheduled our plays on Friday, 430-7PM. I'm supposed to attend a wedding at 4 PM, same day, at BATANGAS! Oh what joy! *sarcastic*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114793824406078205?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114793824406078205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114793824406078205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114793824406078205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114793824406078205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-time-no-blog.html' title='long time no blog'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114741281184625941</id><published>2006-05-12T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T13:46:51.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i continue to 'boo'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=justify&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entertainment Weekly: &lt;/b&gt; Paula started crying when Ryan said you were going home. Simon started nervously rubbing his lips. What did they say to you after the show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chris Daughtry:&lt;/b&gt;Simon was like, &lt;u&gt;''You know, I don't understand what happened. It doesn't seem right. You're obviously very talented. You need to keep going with that. You're going to be okay.''&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how do you accept a loss that you know you don't deserve. America has been too complacent. TOO COMPLACENT. Sorry. I haven't gotten over the loss of who was supposed to be there in the finals. It would have been easier if Chris' performances were just whack, but they weren't... that makes the defeat a million times harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day has been very gloomy. Literally and figuratively. So gloomy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114741281184625941?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114741281184625941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114741281184625941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114741281184625941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114741281184625941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-continue-to-boo.html' title='i continue to &apos;boo&apos;'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114732059859884821</id><published>2006-05-11T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T12:09:58.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPOILER</title><content type='html'>This is a spoiler to those who are fans of American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS DAUGHTRY IS GONE.&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the impact when America voted off Latoya London two seasons ago.&lt;br /&gt;It's like voting off the supposed winner.&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck talaga.&lt;br /&gt;Now how can I get a Chris Daughtry album in the near future?&lt;br /&gt;LOSER TALAGA.&lt;br /&gt;Excitement for American Idol... no more.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care who wins anymore.&lt;br /&gt;DEPRESSED TALAGA AKO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114732059859884821?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114732059859884821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114732059859884821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114732059859884821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114732059859884821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/05/spoiler.html' title='SPOILER'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114716827757996019</id><published>2006-05-09T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:51:17.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=justify&gt;I grabbed a copy of Chinoy, Celadon's magazine, awhile ago and scanned their articles. And to my surprise, I found out that my Lit14 teacher, Mr. Elmo Gonzaga, happens to be the recipient of "Crush ng Bayan (Male)" award-- an award given to deserving members of the faculty by students. Hmmm... he's cute actually. Not to mention, young AND smart. Other familiar profs who received awards include Sir Ron Darvin (Iya, ehem ehem)- recipient of Best-Dressed male Teacher and Mr. Winfer Tabares and Mrs Josephine Tabares (Rizza, ehem ehem)- recipient of a very funny award, that being the "Love Birds" award. Haha. There.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;The first time I watched this season's American Idol, I saved my bet for Chris Daughtry. Until now, despite some off-nights, I still stand by him. I KNOW he shall be the last man standing. Please, enough of Katharine McPhee already... we have so much greater talent of her likes. Sorry Katharine fans =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114716827757996019?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114716827757996019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114716827757996019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114716827757996019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114716827757996019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/05/tired.html' title='tired.'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114707004038489493</id><published>2006-05-08T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T14:34:00.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckin' day</title><content type='html'>I wasn't myself today.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114707004038489493?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114707004038489493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114707004038489493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114707004038489493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114707004038489493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuckin-day.html' title='fuckin&apos; day'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114687808285713783</id><published>2006-05-06T09:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:14:42.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M:I:3</title><content type='html'>I remember going to Gateway with my blockmates and saw posters of upcoming movies in 2006. Pirates of the Carribean 2, The Da Vinci Code, and M:I:3. I just saw M:I:3 last night at Rockwell, and man, was it damn good! I don't remember how M:I:2 has been (thus the lack of comparison), nonetheless the third installment is a great watch. I just knew it will have a touch of that Alias feel (the series that stars Jeniffer Garner) since it is directed by Alias and Lost creator, JJ Abrams. And that touch was just great-- M:I:3 has never been more intelligent :) It was a great move for them to have allowed a long gap before producing another installment. At least they get the people excited and they get to give much satisfaction by working hard on such project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was never a fan of Tom Cruise and never really found him hot until yesterday. He really looked good in the movie. I remember watching his memorable Oprah interview where he leaps in the yellow sofa and he looked stupid, but then when I saw the movie, all that changed. He was gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Watch the movie. Really great. Can't spoil the movie though. I want you guys to enjoy it, hehe. All I can say is that the twist was awesome, never knew the real villain plus, for a moment, I thought there wouldn't be any M:I:4. Watch to know what I mean. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114687808285713783?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114687808285713783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114687808285713783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114687808285713783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114687808285713783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/05/mi3_06.html' title='M:I:3'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114687806540466210</id><published>2006-05-06T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:14:25.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M:I:3</title><content type='html'>I remember going to Gateway with my blockmates and saw posters of upcoming movies in 2006. Pirates of the Carribean 2, The Da Vinci Code, and M:I:3. I just saw M:I:3 last night at Rockwell, and man, was it damn good! I don't remember how M:I:2 has been (thus the lack of comparison), nonetheless the third installment is a great watch. I just knew it will have a touch of that Alias feel (the series that stars Jeniffer Garner) since it is directed by Alias and Lost creator, JJ Abrams. And that touch was just great-- M:I:3 has never been more intelligent :) It was a great move for them to have allowed a long gap before producing another installment. At least they get the people excited and they get to give much satisfaction by working hard on such project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was never a fan of Tom Cruise and never really found him hot until yesterday. He really looked good in the movie. I remember watching his memorable Oprah interview where he leaps in the yellow sofa and he looked stupid, but then when I saw the movie, all that changed. He was gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Watch the movie. Really great. Can't spoil the movie though. I want you guys to enjoy it, hehe. All I can say is that the twist was awesome, never knew the real villain plus, for a moment, I thought there wouldn't be any M:I:4. Watch to know what I mean. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114687806540466210?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114687806540466210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114687806540466210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114687806540466210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114687806540466210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/05/mi3.html' title='M:I:3'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114681026315542550</id><published>2006-05-05T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:28:01.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>el vivir en un mundo critico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope I got my Spanish title right. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;If it's correct, then it should translate to this: Living in a Judgemental World. There.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A new breed of students will once again flock to universities in all ends of the Philippine map. It feels so different as one year has passed by so quickly and I'm no more of those new Ateneans getting lost (literally and figuratively) almost every three days. As of today, I know more and experienced more than what I actually thought I could in a span of two semesters. Never knew college would be this tough yet enjoyable. Never knew Ateneo was like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many people say Ateneo is "all that". Whatever all that may mean, I would assume that it means more negative than positive. But hey! Who are you guys to criticize a university you have never been into? Outsiders will never know more than what the Blue Eagles do. It's not enough to see some Ateneo girls speaking in English 24/7 or see some Ateneo guys driving in Porsche to stereotype them as rich but never smart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why am I saying this? I am a part of the university and I guess, every bit of fallacious criticism thrown at the university does not only reflect the curriculum but the students as well. I am not filthy rich, but I study in the Ateneo. I have classmates who are happy with a hundred a day allowance and yet they are in the Ateneo. I do have filthy rich classmates but they are smart. Never judge a school by knowing very little. The Blue Eagle gates set boundaries on who knows Ateneo best-- and no, it's not the passers-by of Katipunan that are to judge... rather, the people who drink, eat, and breathe blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;My university has its flaws. And I am proud to admit it. I even blog about what I don't like about it. But Ateneo is not heaven run by God-- it is a university run by the principles of God. So your university is the best? Sure. Then so is mine, because I know where I am and I know where I stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I forgot about my movie date with Jess' since I already promised the 'rents earlier that I will come with them for dinner and watch M:I3 afterwards. Oh geez. I really better make it up to her next week. Yikes! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just had one of the funniest, silliest, yet cleverest experience a while ago. I watched "Muzzy" with Spanish classmates awhile ago in SS AVR. It was funny to find myself sitting there in front of the screen, watching a cartoon series that teaches one how to count, say the alphabet, say the time, tell the colors, and what not. But there's a catch! Hah! You guessed it. The cartoon is in Spanish. Really funny though. Never knew that at 17, will I find myself watching a Sesame Street-ish show (or maybe even a Dora the Explorer show! The only thing is, it's completely in Spanish). It was amazing though afterwards as I found myself understanding it. Hahaha. What a day this has been!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114681026315542550?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114681026315542550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114681026315542550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114681026315542550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114681026315542550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/05/el-vivir-en-un-mundo-critico.html' title='el vivir en un mundo critico'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114672478254453298</id><published>2006-05-04T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T14:57:22.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the heat of summer sunshine...</title><content type='html'>It's terribly hot.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I chose morning classes.&lt;br /&gt;Not that summer mornings in the Pinas is forgiving, but I guess it's a thousand times terrible in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I want to be 20 now!&lt;br /&gt;(I know that's a totally different thing hehe)&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like saying that.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be 17 going on 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20! 20! 20!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read my email and I find myself quite torn. I'm Core Head for AJMA's two events-- Rec Week and GA, which happens consecutively. I want to join LEX' GA as well, however, I think that I might not be able to handle it because the time might not permit. What if the GA's of LEX and AJMA take place on the same date? What if they call meetings on the same days? Owel. Next time &lt;em&gt;nalang siguro&lt;/em&gt;. Choices. Choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114672478254453298?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114672478254453298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114672478254453298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114672478254453298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114672478254453298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-heat-of-summer-sunshine.html' title='in the heat of summer sunshine...'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114663565544392375</id><published>2006-05-03T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T14:09:59.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something weird</title><content type='html'>I woke up early today, 615 AM, just in time for some news on TV. (It felt different to have myself updated by news again. For a year, the routinary reading of newspaper upon landing OBSA was no routine for me anymore.) A stupid, at least for me, headline greeted my face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Erap, piniyagan ng sandigang bayan na dumalo sa ika-101 kaarawan ng kanyang ina. Ang pagdinig sa kaniyang kaso ay matutuloy sa Biyernes&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it irritatingly stupid. Sure, it's his mother's birthday, but don't the other prisoners have their own mother's birthdays as well? If Erap who stole the Filipino's money can go in and out of his beautiful resthouse cum prison, what more for an old man who's stuck in prison for stealing a loaf of bread for his hungry family? Erap may give a thousand and one reasons, a thousand and one ailments, and even a thousand and one cries but are these enough to forget what he did to us? Pssh. &lt;i&gt;Ibang klase talaga. Ngayon lang talaga ako nakakita ng bilanggo na nakatira sa aircon na bahay at nakakalabas ng bansa kung kailan gustuhin&lt;/i&gt; Sometimes, I just lose hope for the injustice we received from him. Sometimes, I just think that maybe he will not get what he truly deserves... not even in a thousand and one years or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read this mail. Hope you can access it through this direct link: &lt;a href="http://us.f531.mail.yahoo.com/ym/ShowLetter?MsgId=6794_160287_17662_2886_204361_0_20977_300863_517131634&amp;Idx=3&amp;YY=57044&amp;inc=25&amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;pos=0&amp;view=&amp;head=&amp;box=Inbox"&gt;right here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanity at its finest, definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114663565544392375?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114663565544392375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114663565544392375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114663565544392375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114663565544392375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/05/something-weird.html' title='something weird'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114646543607598632</id><published>2006-05-01T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T14:37:16.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waking up to reality</title><content type='html'>I am back to reality. I certainly need another week to take a breather. Not that I've been stressing myself during the summer, but I just need to breakaway from the bitter realities of the metro. Too many things piling up... just too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've heard a lot of people say this: "The pain never goes away. You just get used to it." I used to think a lot if that was really possible. And now, I understand... and may I just say, it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sorry for the overload of messy thoughts. I might clear up on it when I get my head cleared as well. Apparently, the long weekend did end abruptly as I set foot in the metro. Anybody? Care to take me with you to a province?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114646543607598632?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114646543607598632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114646543607598632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114646543607598632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114646543607598632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/05/waking-up-to-reality.html' title='waking up to reality'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114619927952571082</id><published>2006-04-28T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:41:19.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LADIDUM</title><content type='html'>I'm off to Tagaytay for the long weekend ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love my summer class teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;No homeworks at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114619927952571082?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114619927952571082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114619927952571082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114619927952571082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114619927952571082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/04/ladidum.html' title='LADIDUM'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114613814369819636</id><published>2006-04-27T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T19:42:23.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melanisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=justify&gt;In the middle of my nervousness about tomorrow's first ever SUPERTEST in Spanish, I received an email from Tyress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Melanie Marquez &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;M E L A N I S M S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just For Fun!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-  I won't stoop down to my level.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Hello? Bulag ka ba? Bingi ka ba? Are you dep? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  'Yung STD, baka sa maruming toilet lang niya nakuha yan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Eh, ikaw ba naman, durugin ang ari mo... Pag di ka naman manutok ng baril.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  We are lovers, not fighters.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  My brother is not a girl; he's a gentleman. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  That's why I'm a success, it's because I don't middle in other people's lives.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Don't judge my brother; he's not a book.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Kapatid ko pa rin siya. We  are one and the same.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I don't eat meat. I'm not a carnival.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eto na po ang pinakamaligayang pasko at manigong taon sa inyong lahat. (During her acceptance speech at a Metro Filmfest awards night where her bioflick, directed by her late father Temyong Marquez, won an award. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Sumasakit ang migraine ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Ang tatay ko ang only living legend na buhay!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Period na talaga; wala nang exclamation point. (When asked on S-Files if her present husband, Adam Lawyer, is her Mr. Right.).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  At a talk show after her break-up with Derek Dee, Melanie was asked if she had some words for Derek's mother (whom she partly blamed for the separation). "Oo nga," said Melanie, "pero i-English-in ko para maintindihan niya." She looked into the camera and, with the peremptoriness of royalty, said, "And to you, Mrs. Dee, I have two words for you. Ang labo mo!" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  When asked for a message to her daughter who was allegedly abused by their houseboy: "Don't worry little angel, big angel is here." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  On what they should do to the houseboy who molested her kid: "He should be put behind bar."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-  "You can fool me once, you can even fool me twice, you can even fool me thrice. But you can never fool me four" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;-- This caused me tears from laughing... hahahahahahahahaha can you tell?! hahahahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  While waiting backstage during a noontime show, after watching Nikki Valdez do her dance number. "Nikki, you're so galing. You should go to the States. You will sell hotcakes" &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114613814369819636?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114613814369819636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114613814369819636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114613814369819636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114613814369819636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/04/melanisms.html' title='Melanisms'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114594638420962313</id><published>2006-04-25T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:33:19.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gidiyapdapdidap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During the last week of my being a Freshman did I decide to be an active member of AJMA. I applied as head and never heard from then until today (To tell you guys honestly, I didn't care if I'd get the job or not. I just vowed to myself that I will be active the coming school year as a member or whatnot). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somebody from AJMA (Ateneo Junior Marketing Association) texted me informing me that I will be a Marketing Head for the Organization Recruitment Week early this coming school year. What joy! What fun! &lt;strong&gt;*No sarcasm intended* &lt;/strong&gt;We will be having our first meeting tomorrow but I can't attend because he scheduled it right in time for my Spanish class. Whoopeedoo! Perfect! &lt;strong&gt;*Now, sarcasm is intended* &lt;/strong&gt;He told me it's okay. He'll just update me and send me things I need and will be discussing to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "MY TEAM". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am quoting him. It feels overwhelming to have a team to call MINE. Bwahahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spanish class is getting crazier by the minute. It's fast but it's fun, I swear. For some reason, I got sleepy in class awhile ago that when we were having our usual orals, I was caught off guard being asked in Spanish. Sir Capili goes, &lt;em&gt;"Kath, Donde esta tu papa?"&lt;/em&gt; And I immediately go, &lt;em&gt;"Mi papa es de la ciudad de Pasig."&lt;/em&gt; For a split second, I thought, "Just what the f*ck did I say?" And then Sir Capili utters, &lt;em&gt;"Muy Bien! (Very good!)"&lt;/em&gt; Huuuhhh? I actually said the right thing! Haha. I am enjoying Spanish while I still can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got my new Ateneo ID for the new school year. &lt;em&gt;Ampanget. &lt;/em&gt;As I've told Ana and Lia awhile ago, "It's the ugly version of La Salle's ID last sem." Haha. It doesn't mean I loooove to be an Atenean takes away the fact that I can criticize what I don't like about it. I'm just being true. :D I don't think you can like every single thing about your school-- you can only learn how to live with it! *wink* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114594638420962313?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114594638420962313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114594638420962313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114594638420962313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114594638420962313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/04/gidiyapdapdidap.html' title='gidiyapdapdidap'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114563502506616749</id><published>2006-04-21T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:57:05.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Mall Hopping and Dennistrillonisms</title><content type='html'>Ana was supposed to attend gymnastics at Kapitolyo here in Pasig and then fetch me here in my place at 430PM and then we head straight to Market Market. It was a ten-minute plan made yesterday via text. We were both set until things were rattled and yes, none of the things said above happened (except that we still got to watch the film).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At around 2PM, Ana called me up to tell me that she's still in Ateneo and that she's not attending her gymnastics anymore. I was insisting she go to my place already but she has to wait for Stephen. And since Stephen (her course blockmate, my Foreign Language blockmate) only reminds me of free transpo (it's Ana's fault, I swear haha), I asked her if maybe we can hitch a ride from her friend. We exchanged calls and text messages for two hours and simply to cut the crap short, she arrived here at 430PM in Stephen's Toyota Innova, hitched a ride with them and we were off to Eastwood... to watch a movie? NO. To get a taxi. Ahaha. We can't get any taxi inside our village and no taxi unloaded outside, thus the drive to Eastwood where we immediately got a taxi 3 minutes after we unloaded Stephen's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On our way to Metro Metro (yes, we did try to stick with our original plan), C5 was just hell. I was expecting it but I didn't expect it was enough traffic to make us late for the 510PM screening of PAMAHIIN. And so, Ana, using my phone (my &lt;b&gt;very much abused&lt;/b&gt; phone because of incessant calls and text messages) got a schedule of movies in Rockwell. She found out that Pamahiin is being shown there at 610 PM. Wonderful. And so we asked the cab driver to take a turn and we'll head to Rockwell instead. The driver, with a heavy heart, took the turn and battled our way towards polluted and congested areas of the metro. At around 5PM, we were in the Rockwell. I was excited as hell. Haha. Seeing a Dennis Trillo starrer excited the both of us. And because we know we're still early for the 610 showing, we took our time fixing ourselves in the restroom after the almost hour long drive with a grumpy driver. We then headed to the cinemas where we were faced with yet another misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kath. Wait. Ilan ang cinemas dito?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Huh? Halika na tingnan na nga natin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*stops in front of the schedule guide and to our dismay...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Ana, walang PAMAHIIN? I thought you told me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Eh yun yung nakalagay sa text eh! Wait. Akin na phone mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*grabs phone as I lose my head off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Excuse me. Isn't Pamahiin shown here? Kasi I checked through text and it says it's being shown here. Eto oh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Ana shows my phone. Guy holds it to take a closer look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Ah mam teka lang po. Check ko lang po. Pero hindi po shown dito eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*guy makes phonecall. I get my cellphone and read the message for the first time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Shit. Ana! Schedule 'to sa Glorietta 4 eh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Hah?! hahahaha. WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"ANNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want to end the day without watching the film. I know my next few weeks will be spent learning a new language and coping with Literature and so I have to make the most out of today. It was already 6PM, we will be late for the 610 screening in G4 even if we leave and get a taxi now. Think think think. I always do the thinking in dire times like this (hahahaha). Poof! Since my mom is coming to Rockwell, I asked her if she can give us a lift to Glorietta-- another mall hop. She agreed without batting an eyelash. After eating at Burgoo Rockwell, we were off to Glorietta. Finally, a ticket for the 820PM screening of PAMAHIIN. Finally, Dennis Trillo sightings. He should be flattered how much effort Ana and I gave just to see him potah! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, the verdict of the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pamahiin, a film by Rahyan Carlos, is a story about Noah (Dennis), a balikbayan, and her girlfriend Eileen (Iya), who comes back to the province to visit the funeral of Noah's best friend, Damian (Paolo). There, twists and turns happen and freaky faces surprise you one after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is a scary film. I shouted with the audience twice. I covered my eyes five or six times. I had little goosebumps. I swear Ana had more! Haha. It was a serious horror film and I tell you, you need the guts and courage for horror films if you want to last through the film. Ana and I have gone through many horror films together, I'd say this is another one to the collection. The ghost's make-up was simple if one would really come to think of it-- what's special with a super white face and really black circles around the eyes? I guess it still depends on how the actors carry the make up that make them look scary... super scary-- not to mention the superb eerie musical scoring. Of course, Dennis Trillo gave a good performance-- good acting. Not the best, not amazingly great, but good. I just feel that because he is the lead character (AND AN AWARD WINNING ACTOR AT THAT), he should have been given more scenes on running around the house, trying to save Iya from the ghosts hunting her (thanks to her third eye) and develop a keen sense of fright and eventually overcome it. He should have been exposed to those kind of scenes that build up excitement rather than have a scene with a respectable actress in Jacklyn Jose and drive around in his Ford. Basically, it lacks excitement and the I'm-on-the-edge-of-my-seat-already feel in the time where I thought it was supposed to be. Nevertheless, he looks good onscreen and may I just say that Iya's clothes are really good. I envy her. On the other hand, Iya and Dennis don't have chemistry at all. They are beautiful human beings but they don't belong. They lack magic, so to speak, more so, the script did not develop their supposedly strong relationship as boyfriend-girlfriend. You just don't feel the love. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The twist is quite remarkable. The ending wasn't really predictable but it's nothing really new upon learning how it actually ends.  What I don't like about it though is the beginning lines of the actors... it was bombarded with PAMAHIINs, thus the title. I just felt it was overwhelming. Nonetheless, it is informative. There are just some things that bother me. Spoiler? MAYBE. teehee: (1) Noah and Eileen are supposed to be balikbayans. How come when Noah asks Eileen to leave him and save her from further emotional damage from all that's happening, she rides a bus. Isn't she supposed to go to an airport? (2) Damian hangs himself and dies holding a picture tightly with his both hands. Is that ever possible? (3) After you know the twist, you realize that Damian's character should be given a closure. The character wasn't given any. (4) Why does Dennis' line  "Ako nalang ang kunin mo! Wag na si Eileen!" seem to be so powerful that seconds later, the antagonist dies? After Iya's tears and running, Dennis enters the scene on the last minute, utters one line and poof! It's done. Do they really think it's a good ending to the chaos? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, after all the mall hopping and commute we did, is it worth it? If I consider the last thirty minutes of the film alone, I would have said NO. But overall,  I still like to believe that the plot is good. The twist is good. The setting is good too. So overall, I'd say YES, it is worth it. Either way, the Dennistrillonism is enough to compensate the flaws of the film-- his charm is the saving grace. Haha. Still, Rahyan Carlos is a first time director. He did a pretty good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: 7/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buenas Noches mi amigos y amigas! Better hit the sack now. I woke up earlier than usual. Nytynytnyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. If anyone wants to watch this, I'd be happy to come with you. Iya? *hint hint* haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114563502506616749?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114563502506616749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114563502506616749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114563502506616749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114563502506616749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/04/of-mall-hopping-and-dennistrillonisms.html' title='Of Mall Hopping and Dennistrillonisms'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114559939150577437</id><published>2006-04-21T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:03:11.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ladidadidah</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"We are all children when faced with a new language."&lt;br /&gt;- Sir Capili&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He told us we can quote him on that since it's original. There. Spanish is fun (with Sir Capili) but it's not getting any easier. I'll be watching PAMAHIIN with Ana later. Ahaha. Movie marathon like what we always do-- yep, we are movie buddies, I guess. &lt;i&gt;Estupendo!&lt;/i&gt; (Marvelous!) Haha. Seems like I actually learned something in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I MISS DANCING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114559939150577437?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114559939150577437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114559939150577437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114559939150577437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114559939150577437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/04/ladidadidah.html' title='ladidadidah'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114551980634078997</id><published>2006-04-20T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T15:56:46.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh Wow</title><content type='html'>Productive day today? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;- woke up at 730 AM&lt;br /&gt;- took a bath&lt;br /&gt;- left at 840 AM for my 9AM class&lt;br /&gt;- apparently, Lit prof isn't coming until Monday&lt;br /&gt;- a substitute teacher came with a bunch of requirements (and homeworks)&lt;br /&gt;- btw, my Lit14 class is uhh... nevermind. I'll put it this way: I MISS E18. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;- had Spanish class next.&lt;br /&gt;- it was better. Having it with Lia again (after ES escapades. haha)&lt;br /&gt;- apparently, Spanish don't seem THAT easy.&lt;br /&gt;- left school.&lt;br /&gt;- HOME by 1230&lt;br /&gt;- researched about THEATRE of the ABSURD... what it is, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;- I WANT TO WATCH THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5421/849/320/pamahiin.0.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114551980634078997?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114551980634078997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114551980634078997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114551980634078997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114551980634078997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/04/ooh-wow.html' title='Ooh Wow'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114542350152681757</id><published>2006-04-19T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T13:11:41.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I scored 50</title><content type='html'>I am bored, thus this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have eaten more than 5 meals a day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have read a lot of books.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been on some sort of varsity team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have run more than 2 miles without stopping.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Total = 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have watched cartoons for hours.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have tripped UP the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have fallen down an entire flight of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been snowboarding/skiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Total = 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have played ping pong.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I swam in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been on a whale watch.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have seen fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Total = 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have almost drowned.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have been so embarrassed I wanted todisappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Total = 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] have listened to one cd over &amp; over &amp;amp; overagain.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have had stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have had frostbite.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have licked a frozen pole and got stuck there&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have stayed up til 2 doing homework/projects.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I currently have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have been ice skating. (and I hate it thankyouverymuch.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have been rollerblading. (and I find it too boyish... oooh.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have fallen flat on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Total = 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have tripped over my own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have played videogames for more than 3hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have passed out from being drunk.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have watched power rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;total = 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I do attend Church regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have played truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have already had my 16th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have already had my 17th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've lost weight since one year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Total = 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]I've called someone stupid. And meant it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been in a verbal argument.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cried in school.&lt;br /&gt;[x]I've played basketball on a team. (PE. Highschool. It. Was. Fun. Haha. Ditch. The. Rules. Girls. Have. Their. Own. Version.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Total = 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played baseball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played football on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played soccer on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done cheerleading on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played softball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played volleyball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played tennis on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been on a swim team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been on a golf team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Total = 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been swimming more than 20 times in mylife.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've climbed a rock wall.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've lost more than $20.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've called myself an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've called someone else an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had (or have) pets. (sorry, dislike 'em.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Total = 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've owned a spice girls cd.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've owned a britney spears cd.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've owned an N*Sync cd.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've owned a backstreet boys cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Total = 4&lt;/span&gt; (hahaha. PERFECT! Perfectly jologs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've mooned someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've sworn at someone in authority.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Total = 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been on the other side of a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've watched all of the Lord of the Rings movies.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've watched all of the Harry Potter movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Total = 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've watched all of the Rocky movies.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've watched the 3 stooges.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've watched "Newlyweds" Nick &amp; Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've watched Looney Tunes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been stuffed into a locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Total = 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been called a geek. (not in my face, I guess)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've studied hard for a test and got a bad grade.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've not studied at all for a test and aced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Total = 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've hugged my mom within the past 24 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've met a celebrity/music artist.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've written poetry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Total = 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been attracted to someone much older than me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been tickled till I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've tickled someone else until they cried.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had/have siblings.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I've been to a rock concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Total = 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've listened to classical music and enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been in a play.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been picked last in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been picked first in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been picked in that middle-range in gymclass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Total = 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh wow. Classes begin tomorrow. Now that I'm at it, I'm losing the excitement. Now I want vacation again. Boohoo. *refer to the navigation on the left, first section--FEMME, third line to understand the reason for such feeling.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114542350152681757?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114542350152681757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114542350152681757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114542350152681757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114542350152681757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-scored-50.html' title='I scored 50'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114533974862969537</id><published>2006-04-18T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:01:15.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laban!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NEW LAYOUT. I didn't make it, thanks to blogskins. Thank you thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It took me 2 1/2 hours just to enroll for a two subject summer class in Ateneo. 2 1/2 hours in hopes of having something sensible to do during summer. 2 1/2 hours of waiting, waiting, waiting, and more waiting. Pssh. And because I simply have NOOOOO patience whatsoever, 2 1/2 hours seemed like a lifetime to me (thanks to the infamous PHILIPPINE SUMMER HEAT, my patience shortened from an inch to a centimeter). Finally, when I came to my last stop, that is to apply for a new ID, I was shocked to see the line that leads to the second floor of Berchmans-- it was intolerably long. That meant more waiting for me. After about 20 minutes of waiting and looking on nowhere, the REGCOM guys were there to verify my reciepts, and then they ask me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;New ID photo or old?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhh... new?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;New signature or old?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhh... new?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay. Here's your number, enter the room, you'll have your new ID picture taken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*shock*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 1/2 hours under the scorching heat of the sun, after looking like a dried WET ONES (or maybe even a wet peanut?) *I apologize for the weird analogies. Apparently, the summer sun was hot enough to melt my brain*, I am tasked to take a picture immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. There goes another ID picture to hate. (Anyway, I never liked any of my ID pictures-- it's just that even if I try to look at it for a long time trying to make me appreciate it at least for a minute, I just couldn't. So there. Haha. Like you really have to know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer classes begin on Thursday. Ends on the 31st of May. Schedule is everyday, 9AM to 12NN (not bad, I say). First Sem of Second Year officially starts on June 19. I AM NOW A SOPHOMORE, baby! Yeehaw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114533974862969537?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114533974862969537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114533974862969537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114533974862969537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114533974862969537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/04/laban.html' title='laban!'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114524031507906294</id><published>2006-04-17T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T14:29:22.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVELY DAY</title><content type='html'>I got my grades today. I AM VERY VERY VERY HAPPY WITH MY GRADES. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I shall embrace the Ateneo summer and wish for the best to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IYA B! ;)) You are now of legal age-- free to go in and out of bars and R18 movies. &gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114524031507906294?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114524031507906294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114524031507906294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114524031507906294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114524031507906294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/04/lovely-day.html' title='LOVELY DAY'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114501754444710303</id><published>2006-04-14T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T20:25:44.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF ONLY</title><content type='html'>Why didn't I watch that film when it was shown here last year?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I remember.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was mushy.&lt;br /&gt;IT WASN'T.&lt;br /&gt;I love the film, really.&lt;br /&gt;It was a tear-jerker-- I didn't cry though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I could've cried if I were in the zen mode...&lt;br /&gt;See the film for yourself. &lt;em&gt;GANDA MEHN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I's being shown in Star Movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Will Show You Everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jennifer Love Hewitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, today I bet my life&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea&lt;br /&gt;What I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Don't, be afraid to let it show&lt;br /&gt;For you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;If you let it hide&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;You love me&lt;br /&gt;Take this gift and don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you will let me&lt;br /&gt;I'll take what scares you&lt;br /&gt;Hold it deep inside&lt;br /&gt;And if you ask me why&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;And why I'll never leave&lt;br /&gt;Love will show you everything&lt;br /&gt;One day&lt;br /&gt;When youth is just a memory&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be standing right next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not your typical &lt;em&gt;kilig &lt;/em&gt;film. It's about faith in your loved one, faith in yourself, and how fate can be twisted for the greater glory of love. It's about learning love and appreciating the L-word in its fullest sense. However, since this is an independently produced film [Jennifer Love Hewitt is the bomb! Haha] some shots are obviously taken against the green backdrop or whatever you call that so as to put a moving background. Nevertheless, it wasn't really disturbing. Over-all, you appreciate the film for the plot and its ingenuity. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 8.5/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114501754444710303?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114501754444710303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114501754444710303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114501754444710303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114501754444710303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-only.html' title='IF ONLY'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114429666611657919</id><published>2006-04-06T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T15:50:42.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a mirakol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't get me wrong. I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; know how to spell &lt;u&gt;miracle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;correctly. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while watching a bunch of DVDs, I remembered Iya (from the other day's YM conversation) that the ITM exam shall be released on Wednesday afternoon (that was yesterday). Just for some non-Atenean's information, the ITM test is required for all School of Management students in order to get through Sophomore Year wherein Accounting will wave hello and MS Excel shall become the new MS Word. Coming from a high school wherein the lessons for Excel is mediocre (actually, I don't remember a thing), passing this ITM exam seemed impossible--until I took the test. There was 20 points for MS Word- a problem on Mail Merge. It was easy so I was sure I would get 20 points. HOWEVER, 80 points was alloted to excel. Damn. It was extremely hard I could not even put here what they asked us to do. All I remember is that there were conditions (tons!), usage of the sort and filter options (lots!), and so many other instructions enough to squueze your brain's juices, enough to shrink your brain cells, and enough to drive you crazy after the 1 1/2 hour test. In short, it was HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda pissed when I got out of the room. I wanted to pass that test. But when I realized that I should just accept the fact that I will fail, calling the School of Management office came easy to me. I was more than ready to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*rings*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for calling Netmail. If you know the local number of...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*dials local number*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you. Please wait...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*music plays*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Management. Goodmorning!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh hi! Good afternoon. I'd like to know about the results of my ITM exam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anong ID number mo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;050---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhh... Chan, Janet Kathleen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pasado ka. You passed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really? Haha. Thanks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hungs up*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quick. It was a breeze. I am still figuring out how the hell I was able to get through. (Not that I did bad but I was 80 % sure I wouldn't make it-- with their high standards? The hell.)*smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just where in the good map of the Lord did this guy come from?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5421/849/320/48m.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jonathan Bennett.&lt;br /&gt;CUTE :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114429666611657919?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114429666611657919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114429666611657919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114429666611657919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114429666611657919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-mirakol.html' title='it&apos;s a mirakol!'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114420346469960745</id><published>2006-04-05T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:20:59.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave&lt;br /&gt;behind is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter into&lt;br /&gt;another!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I opened my email account and read this chain letter sent to me by Ags. It's funny because people always loved to send me chain letters which I never follow. Teehee. Nevertheless, I enjoy reading them. The quote above, I don't know if Ags sent it to me on purpose (AGS!!! Haha), really quite made a point in my life as of now. I guess I just had a hard time accepting the bad changes... I mean, I know it would be hard but I never knew it would be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hard (not to mention, this affecting.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MOVING ON, I watched One Tree Hill last night (good thing ETC refrained from doing reruns of the first two episodes of the third season again!) and what can I say but it was a beautiful episode. Drama is in the air. Sighted a lovely quote once again from the greatest man alive (ehem.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kahlil Gibran once wrote: "Your reason and your passion are your rudder and&lt;br /&gt;sails of your seafaring soul. If either be broken, you could but toss and&lt;br /&gt;drift or else be held at a standstill amid seas. For reason, running alone, is a force confining. And passion, unattended, is a flame that&lt;br /&gt;burns to its own destruction."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-- Lucas (Chad Michael Murray), OTH Season 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[/edit]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apparently, I passed the ITM exam! Woohoo! Okay, so I am not rejoicing like I would if I got a Ma19 finals perfect (I have accepted that I have a greater chance of failing than passing my ITM which was extremely hard *thanks MS EXCEL*, since taking the ITM class in summer may not be too bad a thing since I WILL actually be in Ateneo to advance some subjects *&lt;em&gt;sipag mode&lt;/em&gt;*), however, I guess it doesn't hurt if I do pass-- actually, it won't hurt at all! Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;COUNTDOWN: 3 more days and I will soon be embraced by Baguio Country Club&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[/edit]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114420346469960745?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114420346469960745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114420346469960745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114420346469960745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114420346469960745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/04/quotes-everywhere.html' title='quotes everywhere'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114414901004168251</id><published>2006-04-04T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T10:02:36.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Materialism and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you experience times wherein you become &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;extremely materialistic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Materialism dawned on me when I was in 5th grade and had a house party with girl friends. Handy mobile phones are yet to become popular then so the moment I saw Philip Savvy (small, sleek, cute) I asked my dad immediately to get me one. Not long after, I liked Nokia 5510 (or was it 5110? Hehe. Lame.) and had my dad change my phone once again. Eventually, I was amazed with the renewed version of SNAKE (yes, the mobile game) in Nokia 3210 and bought one. A couple of months after, I found myself pleading for a Nokia 3310. It lasted me for no longer than 6 months and eventually found myself owning a Nokia 6610-- thus the rise of MMS phones. I kept this for almost one year until I finally decided I wanted a new one. I was originally aiming for a Nokia 6600 but I was amazed (again) by the sleek and trendy style that is Nokia 7610. It just came out when I saw it in Globe Hub in Rockwell and it was one hell of an expensive phone, but I was trying to get my way through it and after an hour of checking and deciding with my dad, he got the phone for me! Yey! Until now, I still have that phone--the longest one I've ever kept. It's not as elegant as it looked when I first bought it (thanks to the scratches), but I still love the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was just an introduction (hehe), I am feeling materialistic once again today. I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. a new iPod&lt;/strong&gt;-- the trendiest, the best, and the one with the biggest memory sold in the market today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. a new digi cam&lt;/strong&gt;-- the sleekest of its kind and with a larger viewing screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. a new Chanel lip shine&lt;/strong&gt;-- my favorite Chanel lip shine is running out... awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. new pairs of shoes&lt;/strong&gt;-- shoes! shoes! shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. new sets of outfit&lt;/strong&gt;-- more! more! more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, that's just about it. I originally planned on getting a new digi cam by the second week of April. Apparently, I burned cash last week-- shopping for clothes, shopping for shoes, hair spa treatment, new hair cut, new accessories, new Clinique/Chanel cosmetics, etc. And because my mom and dad said it was okay for me to buy what I want (yes!), I became impulsive. Goodbye money for my digi cam. I guess I have to save up all over again. Uhnoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pats myself on the back* Kath, you can do it!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114414901004168251?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114414901004168251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114414901004168251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114414901004168251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114414901004168251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/04/materialism-and-i.html' title='Materialism and I'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789400.post-114413472642013690</id><published>2006-04-04T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T15:27:00.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oooooohhh... blogspot, baby!</title><content type='html'>...and I am now a blogspot blogger. This has got to be a good move. My templates are going nowhere because blogdrive don't permit me to use the CSS I know of. It [blogdrive] has a world of its own-- and yes, despite my one year of being a blogdrive-r (whatever), I still haven't entered its world. I am leaping to blogspot. Yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789400-114413472642013690?l=katherlynz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/feeds/114413472642013690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789400&amp;postID=114413472642013690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114413472642013690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789400/posts/default/114413472642013690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katherlynz.blogspot.com/2006/04/oooooohhh-blogspot-baby.html' title='oooooohhh... blogspot, baby!'/><author><name>kath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11740760847427278585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/kathleen_09/Kath__11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
