<?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-5580911</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:05:26.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assertory Impulsive Kulit Abstruse...aika</title><subtitle type='html'>this is me..this is aika</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106500925193253874</id><published>2003-10-01T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T19:54:11.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok..after what seems like a million years, i'm posting once again. hehehe..life has been hell. i'm missing the good old days. oh well..anyway, i've been wasting my precious hours on making this so-called letter that evolved into an art work. whoah..that's what happens when you love someone. sadly..it's unrequited.why dennis is good news to me?26 reasons...1 for each letter.E-because he is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106500925193253874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106500925193253874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106500925193253874' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106414921846362798</id><published>2003-09-21T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T21:00:18.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i SHOULD blog regularly...i SHOULD but i'm not. hahaha..oh well.last week was fun! i SOOO love our song for the music group presentations. nang batis lamang ang tumatangisat ang pag-ibig ano'ng tamisalalahanin gunitainkahapon nati'y sariwainand i'm REALLY excited about the chem magic thing! haha..paola is my "GIRLFRIEND". MOVE OVER ARWIN! hahaha..cool, for the nth time, i'm a GUY once </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106414921846362798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106414921846362798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106414921846362798' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106363306380636330</id><published>2003-09-15T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T21:37:43.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok..it's been a week since i last wrote. i actually don't want to blog right now coz i'm too lazy. oh well..haha..i won't say anything about my week anymore. i forgot the stuff that happened to me. my friday was fun coz i spent it with diane UNFORTUNATELY, everything went WRONG for ME. that's life. it's ALWAYS that way. parati akong DEHADO. hahaha..saturday was my acet. it's funny how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106363306380636330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106363306380636330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106363306380636330' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106292885425185404</id><published>2003-09-07T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T18:01:48.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my friday night didn't end just yet. i called up HIS best friend to talk about my renewed feelings for HIM. i was the one supposedly with a problem here but his best friend did most of the talking. he ranted for about two hours and i just couldn't get any word in. oh well...i'm extremely touched that he still chooses to open up to me though it's been too long since we've last talked. when he was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106292885425185404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106292885425185404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106292885425185404' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106275928558976334</id><published>2003-09-05T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T18:54:45.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i might regret THE decision i made today but then i hope there IS a NEXT time.my day started out like a school day though we didn't have classes. woke up earlier than the usual time actually coz of a text message. oh well..i'm not pissed. it was HIM. *sigh*anyway, woke up early coz of the english project practice. i made my ESKAPO an hour earlier to get to UST in time for my "meeting" with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106275928558976334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106275928558976334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106275928558976334' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106268389699602772</id><published>2003-09-04T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T21:58:16.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BURNOUTO wag kang tumingin ng ganyan sa akinWag mo akong kulitin, wag mo akong tanunginDahil katulad mo ako rin ay nagbagoDi na tayo tulad ng dati, kay bilis ng sandaliO kay tagal din kitang minahalKung iisipin mo di naman dati ganitoTeka muna lang, kelan tayo nailing?Kung iisipin mo, di naman dati ganitoKay bilis kasi ng buhay, pati tayo natangayO kay tagal din kita minahal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106268389699602772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106268389699602772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106268389699602772' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106268164291759391</id><published>2003-09-04T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T21:20:42.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally i'm able to blog after SOOO LONG! hahaha..it's coz of the retreat and my new BAD sleeping habits. tsk tsk..oh well. here goes.the retreat was fun. we basically did 4 things. sleep, take pictures, do pagan stuff and EAT. it wasn't a retreat actually. more of like a break. but who cares? i'm NOT complaining. except for the "new" me that evolved that i don't actually like. hahaha..the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106268164291759391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106268164291759391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106268164291759391' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106169016047557924</id><published>2003-08-24T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T09:56:00.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to UST yesterday to check whether or not i really have a hormonal imbalance. we got there at about 1:30 pm. the doctor arrived an HOUR and 10 minutes LATER. and to think that his supposed sched is from 1-3. oh well...i'm really not patient so that time span was a BIG thing for me. but...dr. vio pretty much made up for his being late.he was SOOO INCREDIBLY EXTREMELY NICE. i think i've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106169016047557924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106169016047557924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106169016047557924' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106158189657366688</id><published>2003-08-23T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T03:51:36.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You- SwitchfootThere's always somethingin the wayThere's always somethinggetting throughbut it's not meit's You, it's Yousometimes ignorancerings truebut hope is not inwhat i knowit's not in me..meit's in You, it's in Youit's all i knowit's all i knowit's all i knowi find peace wheni'm confusedi find hope wheni'm let downnot in me ... mein Youit's in youi hope to lose </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106158189657366688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106158189657366688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106158189657366688' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106157615771033488</id><published>2003-08-23T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T02:15:57.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ma...you don't know how much this day meant to me.thanks!you've given me the support and confidence i badly needed.i really appreciate it. i love you.*i BELIEVE!*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106157615771033488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106157615771033488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106157615771033488' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106149039803402772</id><published>2003-08-22T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T02:26:38.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is all because of our new driver. i so totally despise him. ok...that's MEAN but then again, when you've spent your grade school years up to just recently with your old one, you can't help but miss him, more so compare their attributes. serg, i miss you.reasons my wednesday afternoon sucked big time:our new driver DOESN'T know my schedule. serg would have been there an hour earlier. he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106149039803402772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106149039803402772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106149039803402772' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106130090213236695</id><published>2003-08-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T21:48:22.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>deciding not to see you might be one of the greatest decisions i've ever made in my entire life. seeing you would bring out a lot of emotions i wouldn't be able to control. it would just hurt too much and i'd find myself falling once again for you. i'm glad i still have the resolve to move away.i know forgetting you would be impossible. but trying to move on isn't. i would never know if you're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106130090213236695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106130090213236695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106130090213236695' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106113685881848813</id><published>2003-08-18T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T00:14:18.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>u text a friend from long ago a quote.he replies with a quote as well.u then text him another quote.he replies with a message asking how you are.you reply with an answer to his question as well as a question about this NEW guy you like.by a twist of fate, this friend and the new guy are classmates.instead of going back to sleep, you call a friend.she answers the call wait and you agree to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106113685881848813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106113685881848813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106113685881848813' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106112530016389472</id><published>2003-08-17T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T21:01:40.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i guess someone will be singing me this song...REAL soon!Mr. Suave by Parokya Ni EdgarNasa ulap ba ang iyong mga mata?Mukhang malayo ang iyong pagtingalaPakay ko lamang na ika'y pangitiinIto’y aking lambingSubok na ang aking pag-ibigIkaw lamang sa buong daigdigTumitibok na puso ko’y dingginSumama ka na sa'kinChorus:Ako si Mr. SuaveOh grabeHabulin ng babaeAraw man o gabiOo ako </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106112530016389472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106112530016389472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106112530016389472' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106087843613255313</id><published>2003-08-15T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T00:31:49.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ARTIST: Johnny Mandel and Mike AltmanTITLE: Suicide is PainlessThrough early morning fog I seeVisions of the things to beThe pains that are withheld for meI realize and I can see, that{Refrain}Suicide is painlessIt brings on many changesAnd I can take or leave it if I pleaseTry to find a way to makeAll our little joys relateWithout that ever-present hateBut now I know that it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106087843613255313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106087843613255313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106087843613255313' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106087566499191832</id><published>2003-08-14T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T23:45:38.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are some things you don't dwell too much on, bulldozing your way towards it without even realizing what you've got yourself into. you finally reach your destination. once you're there, everything seems GREAT at first. you're in this moment of pure BLISS that you hardly notice anything else. then reality hits you...HARD. it isn't paradise, utopia or heaven. it is real, plain and simple. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106087566499191832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106087566499191832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106087566499191832' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106070746766305389</id><published>2003-08-13T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T00:57:47.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>monday was ok but then it became hellish coz of the read speech. i had SUCH a short one...really wasn't made for 2 minutes! and i don't get why sir JUST HAD to READ it out loud! oh well...the deed is done. i'm glad it's over.yesterday was great! hahaha...i so LOVED it. we just spent the whole day listening to talks advertising their schools. thames was great! hahaha..arwin was there. along with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106070746766305389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106070746766305389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106070746766305389' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106061840281385399</id><published>2003-08-12T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T00:13:22.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the CHALLENGE is NOW OVERthe weird/funny/confusing thing is i LIKE HIM...even MORE now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106061840281385399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106061840281385399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106061840281385399' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106052378292855213</id><published>2003-08-10T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T21:56:22.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blogger is IRRITATING! it makes you believe that what you've posted hasn't been published then you'd see all three messages you typed! AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!anyway, read this book entitled MARRY ME by Sarah Ball. fun story about a girl being so caught up with her crush a decade ago that she neglects to see her bestfriend loving her silently all along. KILIG! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106052378292855213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106052378292855213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106052378292855213' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106044890367886600</id><published>2003-08-10T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T01:08:23.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is my THIRD try of posting. SHIT..You just don’t realize what you’ve been missing until it comes up and bites you.I spent the day with a friend who I haven’t been with for sooo long. I didn’t expect I’d feel this way, this sort of regret for everything that I’ve missed. I know it is mostly my fault. I had let my pride and insensitivity get in the way. And yes…we grew apart. So many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106044890367886600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106044890367886600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106044890367886600' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-106035884677895069</id><published>2003-08-09T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T00:07:26.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the exam week has come and gone. i'm glad it's over! except for having half day classes, it was basically just the same. i mean, i did the same things i do every night as though there weren't things to study. oh well..whatever. we had an impromptu, unplanned whatever earlier where we just hung out in katipunan for 5 hours. haha..we ate at world topps and the mango crumble was simply DEATH. then</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106035884677895069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/106035884677895069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106035884677895069' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-105999872321557543</id><published>2003-08-04T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T20:05:23.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after TWO hours...i'm "orayt" na. hahaha...the weekend was certainly HAPPY. i woke up 5 AM saturday not coz i'm scheduled for upcat in the morning but coz i went to mass at 6. special intention...passing upcat! was totally panicking AGAIN for the nth time so i watched meteor garden 2 episodes to get me to relax. *yeah* it was heaven...VANNESS! the upcat wasn't what i expected it to be. it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105999872321557543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105999872321557543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105999872321557543' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-105998926022969730</id><published>2003-08-04T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T17:27:40.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay...i am on the verge of tears once again.i can't believe it. after having a terrific weekend, (the details of which i hope i'd be able to write about later if i'm up to it) i'm having a terrible monday afternoon.it started when i was telling my mom about the HUGE mistake i made with the gross annual income figure i placed on the UP application form. i LITERALLY, TOTALLY invented coz my mom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105998926022969730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105998926022969730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105998926022969730' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-105949810502492867</id><published>2003-07-30T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T01:01:45.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>music: i am currently listening to kuya pat angel's ANGEL cd. (thanks april! mwah! LOVE YOU! no labor fee..YEAH! "orayt!")i just woke up about an hour and 30 mins ago, exactly 10:50 PM. the fire incident earlier was sort of funny (?) at the same time scary. i mean we were at the top floor and the lower batches were just strolling down as if they were in luneta. shit..if it had been a big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105949810502492867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105949810502492867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105949810502492867' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-105932128206596105</id><published>2003-07-27T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T00:01:12.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Home"I'm so sick and tired of all these thingsthat drag me downI've got no where to gothey say that life is in these handsyou give everythingyou give yourself away you giveand still you chokeand find yourself running for the doorcome and take mehomelead me to your door take me where you arelead me to your doorat least just for a whileits some kind of lifeforever dayswe're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105932128206596105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105932128206596105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105932128206596105' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-105923074087775914</id><published>2003-07-26T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T22:45:40.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what a day! hehe..i can't possibly classify it as anything coz it certainly was DIFFERENT.started this day by waking up at 9, calmly texting enya asking what time our cl project meeting was. she replied, saying that it was supposed to be 9!!! i thought it was at 12! i literally got out of bed, sprinted to the bathroom and took a bath. i was ready in probably 20 mins? but then my mom was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105923074087775914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105923074087775914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105923074087775914' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-105913732609185062</id><published>2003-07-25T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T20:48:46.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i missed blogging yesterday. haaayyy..THANK god i survived this day. this has probably been the most harrassing day so far this year. and i'm SOOO glad it's over. yea..."orayt" hehehei got 5 hours of sleep last night.(that's normal actually but then i get 5 hours BECAUSE of chatting..talking on the phone..downloading stuff) it's because i revised my t.h.e. project since my classmates had works </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105913732609185062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105913732609185062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105913732609185062' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-105896946952171171</id><published>2003-07-23T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T22:11:09.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>club today was great. hehehe. i STILL don't like her but then, i'm glad she didn't make the decision on choosing the editorial board on her own. it's cool of her to ask the other teachers. wow...sir fermin said something good about us? he recommended us? naks..congratulations to:reg: editor-in chief (yes..go boss! "ayoko na magclub!" hahaha)sharon: managing editormandi: lay-out editormellow</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105896946952171171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105896946952171171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105896946952171171' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-105888326404414582</id><published>2003-07-22T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T22:14:24.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yehey! i have a tagboard already!!!!! love you mellow! hehehe..today was okay i guess..i mean we didn't have to SUFFER through 2 WHOLE hours of t.h.e. but then again, why suspend classes at 2 pm?!? where is the JUSTICE there? should've atleast dismissed us at 12. i am SOOOOO regretting this. WHY didn't i go with karls, be and enya to mcdo after class?!? WHY?!? because i wanted to sleep?!? i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105888326404414582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105888326404414582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105888326404414582' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-105870912459697654</id><published>2003-07-20T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T18:53:16.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got this from an email my friend kris who i met coz of the austalian trip sent me.WHAT I LEARNED AS I MATURED   I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in. haha..it just hit me. of course..i relate to it. well..i don't stalk though. i research. haha..and there's a difference.shucks! i haven't done my social project </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105870912459697654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105870912459697654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105870912459697654' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-105863788631413168</id><published>2003-07-20T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T02:04:46.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my saturday..less than two weeks before THE upcat</title><summary type='text'>enya said that instead of a morning interview with our social worker for our cl project, it was moved to an afternoon one. of course..this was in MY favor. after all..i am such a sleeper. anyway, i arrived at katipunan earlier than 3 pm so i decided to buy film first at national. i was about to get out of our car when i saw a friend of mr. propulsion. "oh my god." serg looked at me with this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105863788631413168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105863788631413168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105863788631413168' title='my saturday..less than two weeks before THE upcat'/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580911.post-105828215586087022</id><published>2003-07-15T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T22:54:30.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Testing..1, 2, 3...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105828215586087022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580911/posts/default/105828215586087022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikee53.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105828215586087022' title=''/><author><name>kiffkori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845742957878744530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
