<?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-24473835</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:58:33.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEIJI KAWAZU</title><subtitle type='html'>Experience is not what happens to you. It is what you do with what happens to you.`</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-471945632226210899</id><published>2008-10-19T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T02:43:47.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindi Ako Mapakali</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hindi ko talaga alam kung bakit. Nang makarating ako sa bahay, hindi ako masyadong mapakali. Pinaupo ako ni mama sa hapagkainan at sinabing "magpataba raw ako." Kasama ang paborito kong gravy, nilatak ko ang litsong manok. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi pa rin ako mapakali. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kinuwento ko sa mama ko ang pasang natamo ko isang araw bago umuwi. Hindi ko nga alam kung pasa ba ang tawag dun. Basta tumama ang kuko ng paa ko sa isang elevated platform na hindi naman kasi kapansin-pansin. Nag-alala ako kasi baka kailangang operahan. Buti na lang hindi raw. Sana nga hindi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi pa rin ako mapakali. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sa sobrang sabik, kinalikot ni papa ang laptop sa pamamagitan ng pagbrowse sa aking mga pictures. Kasabay nito, tinanong niya ako kung bakit raw nakahubad si Oble. Sinagot ko naman siya ng "Ha? Ewan ko rin eh." Katwiran naman niya, paano raw kung tinanong ako ng mga 'di taga-UP. Ewan ko. Oo nga noh. Haha ;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi pa rin ako mapakali.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;May nararamdaman akong kakaiba sa aking pwetan. Haha. May tagiyawat ako sa pwet. Yuck! Haha. Sakit nga eh hindi ako makaupo sa mga matitigas na upuan, kaya naman sa kama na lang ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi pa rin ako mapakali.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nang dumating ang katropa nina mama at papa, umalingawngaw ang tawanan sa paligid. Hindi naman ako nabahala o kung anuman. Natutuwa nga ako't masaya ang aking mga magulang. Ginugol ko ang oras sa pagbrowse sa internet. Mabilis man ang internet connection, mabagal naman ang gamit kong PC kaya naman ubod pa rin ng bagal ang takbo ng pagsusurf. Tiningnan ko ang multiply accounts ng mga taong espesyal sa aking buhay. Namimiss ko na kasi sila. Basta alam na nila kung sino sila. Naisip ko na baka may tao lang akng namimiss.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi pa rin ako mapakali. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ewan ko. Ewan talaga. Nagpunta muna ako sa palikuran upang tingnan ang sarili sa salamin. Nalaman ko na lang bigla kung bakit hindi ako mapakali.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Natatae pala ako. Sige hanggang sa muli!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-471945632226210899?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/471945632226210899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=471945632226210899&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/471945632226210899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/471945632226210899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2008/10/hindi-ako-mapakali.html' title='Hindi Ako Mapakali'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-5756998300878507768</id><published>2007-10-19T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T01:14:41.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Stream of Consciousness Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ghad, how I missed cyber world! Well, I go to internet shops whenever I have some dough to pull out from my wallet, but it kinda doesn’t suffice the satisfaction I used to have way back in high school. You know… the longer staying hours, the more money burn. Which is why, today is advent day! And heck, I feel so ignorant for a hell pile of reasons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;First of all, it took me so long logging in to blogger. I even committed the error Juca used to do when he, too, wasn’t familiar with blogger – that what the blogger wants us to put in the username tab is an email address. Hay…in addition to that, I feel like grade school again as I type this entry. I don’t know. I sense crap, again. What do you expect? It’s been two months and a couple of days since I last made an entry. Haay… I feel so not myself today. Yuck. I hate how I said that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seriously, I don’t feel comfortable with my position right now. After the computer went nuts again, I was left with no choice but to use this laptop again. And hell, I am not used to laptops! No wonder why I produced mediocre outputs during the course of the first semester. Hay… sometimes, it makes me ponder on whether to take an English GE or not. I might mess up with those. Hopefully, I can regain the drive I used to have whenever I type entries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I hate how my GEs turned out this first semester! To tell you the truth, all of my GEs are, as they term it, “unoable”. Unfortunately, being the indolent person that you can never take away from my system, I gave no damn to any of them. No wonder why GEs will be the pulling-my-GWA-down factor this semester. I don’t know with my Math 17. The result of the final exam wasn’t released yet, so I still smell danger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hay… what makes me more depressed was that I was not able to do the things I wish I have done when the semester ended. It made me realize that I am not really good with disclosures – take the conclusion of the first semester for me as an example. Hay… the same applies with the Christmas parties I have had during high school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And why do I feel guilty of certain things? I mean, I was hurt – I let all of those out. And now, I feel like I was the one left defeated. Well, reminds me of some quote I have forgotten where movie it came from:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“In this war there are no winners. Just losers.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t even know if I recalled that one right. Anyway, I hope you have got that one. Sorry for this entire heck I have put here. My thoughts aren’t really organized today. Hay… and I hate how I spoke today in this entry. It sounds really not me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want the old John Paul back… hay… maybe I’m just too depressed. And oh, let me share a definition of the word “depressed” from a friend of mine. He said that a person is claimed to be “depressed” when he has some sort of loneliness in him for a period of time. It just goes to show that no one can be “immediately depressed”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conclusion? I am depressed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss a lot of people. I miss Linnaeus! I miss Dos for Dos! I miss MaSci. I miss Kalayaan. There’s a lot to be missed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hope everything that holds me back will alleviate through time. Hay… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-5756998300878507768?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/5756998300878507768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=5756998300878507768&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/5756998300878507768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/5756998300878507768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-stream-of-consciousness-flow.html' title='Let the Stream of Consciousness Flow'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-5427612973305479577</id><published>2007-08-03T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:58:39.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate History</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"History repeats itself."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just when and where did I hear that punch liner? If it ever came out from our third year History teacher, I highly doubt that, for I always end up snoring amidst her discussions. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, never mind that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was just a quote ill-favored by our Kas 1 professor, for, according to him, it is we who repeat history. We look back to the past for us to realize our mistakes, and so make ways for innovations. But then, we can never say that a circumstance will always lead to what we have experienced from the past. We live not in a constant context of time and place; all things transpire, and so, change. In fact, we go along with it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So what's the essence of studying history? It is for the least, having an idea of what to do in a situation when caught by it, then device a plan beforehand, so as to not expect the worst case scenario. But sometimes, it's really hard to assume. No one can really tell what could be the worst. You'll never know when things can go beyond. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So when the situation's already there face-forward, is there any harm in trying? Of course there is. It's up to us if we are willing to take the risks waiting ahead. They will hurt the moment they surface, but as they transpire, 'moments' are all they will end. On the latter, when you get to surpass them all, and look at each of it with a smile on your face, that's when you can call it a history.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We learn from our past. We learn from history. But then, it is still up to us if we are willing to submit to the enticing outside pleasures, therefore opening the door of repeating history. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is we who repeat history. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the most nerve-wrecking part in all this is when you decide to whether let yourself fall down the pit hole or not. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-5427612973305479577?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/5427612973305479577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=5427612973305479577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/5427612973305479577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/5427612973305479577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-hate-history.html' title='I Hate History'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-2065655105062688935</id><published>2007-07-21T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T09:19:25.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cliff and a Hanger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To tell you the truth, I’m not really in the proper mood to publish something worthy here in my oh-so-dusty blog. The almost one month hiatus prior to last update somehow created a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“blogger’s”&lt;/span&gt; block in me. Anyway, to sum this all up, maybe the lack of proper sleep was the primary reason for all of this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So what compelled me to post something about my boring life? It’s for me to know and for you to find out. Haha, LOL ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first two months of being a dormer inside our humongous campus was really a new experience for me. To tell you the truth, my academic life really isn’t flourishing recently. Examination scores were, as usual, just fair. No improvements. I’m still the indolent high school student people have known. One reason perhaps regarding why I can’t really focus on my acads is the fact that the Kalayaan Residence Hall really bustles, even in the middle of the night! Insomnia outbreak, perhaps? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So what’s with that? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nine people slept in a room-for-two space last 3:00 in the morning. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kamusta naman iyon?&lt;/span&gt; So I hope that after you have reached this far of my stupid crap, you now know why I feel terribly dizzy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS: Wah… I miss my Linnae friends! Two weeks have passed since I last saw them! UP is the one to blame! Why do they have to put all the medical courses in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;?! Hay… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mga kaartehan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-2065655105062688935?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/2065655105062688935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=2065655105062688935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/2065655105062688935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/2065655105062688935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/07/hang.html' title='A Cliff and a Hanger'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-2080004456617377602</id><published>2007-06-23T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:29:20.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Life Unfolds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still not being able to post something about the tagged thingy courtesy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya Gerome&lt;/span&gt; (and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abychu&lt;/span&gt;!), I wonder if ever there are bad lucks entailed with it. Anyway, I find it quite surprising being able to come up with a blogpost this afternoon. Unfortunately, I don’t know wherever this post will lead you since spontaneity is in me, again. Anyway, please bear with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time really flies fast, don’t you think? It was as if in a blink of an eye, a decade has transpired. Exagge! Haha. I just can’t believe that for the past two weeks, I was able to adapt to what college life has in store. Well, as of now, life has been smoothly sailing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first one to spice up my college life perhaps is the FWA (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Freshmen Welcome Assembly&lt;/span&gt;) A lot of presentations was held by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;College Mass Communication, College of Human Kinetics, UP Concert Chorus&lt;/span&gt; and others (of which I forgot the name). The closing ceremony was filled with UP students rallying again because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TOFI&lt;/span&gt;, heeding for stoppage of commercialization of our University by igniting our innocent minds. On the contrary, it only made some of us scared. Others, on the other hand, just can’t help but raise an eyebrow. As we sauntered outside the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;University Theater&lt;/span&gt;, we were surprised by banners with inscriptions like G-23, G-24 etc (block sections that is). The rest was history (since storytelling’s not really my expertise. Haha ;p)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To tell you the truth, I wasn’t able to sleep on my first four days of stay in Kalayaan. Others teased me that I was just scared of supernatural life forms that might appear. But actually, it’s because of the additional kutson MJ and I bought at SM North Edsa. Well, I just needed to adjust, that’s all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So how’s the food? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes acceptable&lt;/span&gt;. Oftentimes, you just can’t help but buy food outside even it is just a fishball and the heck. Well, the good thing is that by coincidence, you just happen to meet people who are actually your classmates in some of your subjects. Like for example, I was flabbergasted when I found out that there are five of us Kalayaan residents in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kas 1&lt;/span&gt; class. Aside from that, I don’t have to bother riding the jeepney all the time since buildings are now just a stone’s throw away. I don’t even have to bother waking up early, which lessen the chances of being tardy in class! What an achievement!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As a welcome assembly for Kalayaan dormers, the UP Singing Ambassadors (a choir recognized worldwide) performed. The night was marvelously great as we listened to their world-class voices. FYI: the group was founded in the said residence hall, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We also had a corridor assembly led by RA&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kuya Alper&lt;/span&gt; (or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alfer?!&lt;/span&gt;) last Thursday night which was mostly packed up with weird games. It was fun having seen your floor mates and even get to know them. The rest was, again, history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Matapos tayong grumaduate, dapat magkita na lang tayo after ten years para naman mamiss natin ang isa’t isa!”&lt;/span&gt; (After graduation, we should just perhaps meet after ten years so that we would miss each other!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, that one wasn’t quite fulfilled. I guess we really can’t resist the temptation, which is why we again converged from different parts of the globe (which is Metro Manila &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang naman&lt;/span&gt;. Haha ;p) to our usual meeting place that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MCDO UN&lt;/span&gt;. It was fun spending time with them as we did the usual shenanigans. But, as what I have said earlier, I’m not really good in storytelling so I guess I’ll end this one up by saying “The rest is history”. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last but not least, being one of the first beholders of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linnaeus ’06 CD&lt;/span&gt;, I was able to watch again for the second time around the 35-minute slideshow of Linnaeus pictures (take note: with Background Musics!). It was midnight then and, whether you believe it or not, tears flowed from my eyes (now that’s way eewie!) Up to now, I still can’t help but watch it over again. I even saved it in our computer so that there would be a back-up file.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was also nice that somehow, our block&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(G-7)&lt;/span&gt; is starting to feel free to talk to each other especially in times when we wait for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christopher&lt;/span&gt; (our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Math 17 professor&lt;/span&gt;. Haha ;p) to come. By the way, our block also won in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amazeng’g Race&lt;/span&gt;! Unbelievable! Too bad I wasn’t able to be with them. Well, it’s okay. I hope there’s still a lot in store. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I’m quite tired, you know. I haven’t done anything productive this weekend. Fortunately,  I did have a couple of nice days within the course of my stay in UP Diliman, though in general, I still miss MaSci. Anyway, I’m really thankful for having such circle of friends! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-2080004456617377602?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/2080004456617377602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=2080004456617377602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/2080004456617377602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/2080004456617377602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/06/college-life-unfolds.html' title='College Life Unfolds!'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-8506547405846043048</id><published>2007-06-07T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:01:59.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmony</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Harmony, when used in context, is regarded in a positive aspect. When you get the sight of birds chirping, blending with the vibrant aura sunrise has to bring, that might conclude of a harmonious start of day. For me, I think harmony has something to do with mixture of elements producing a singular entity. So what’s with this harmony thingy being the center of this contemplation?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have come to ask: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when can one say that the experiences you have had for the past days, or even weeks, have been harmonious?&lt;/span&gt; For me, experiences which flooded me for the past weeks had been a harmonious coalescence of good and bad. I first had struggles which I have somehow surpassed, but not overcome. Scathes obtained still hurt, even if I have got used to it an infinite number of times. But when things of more importance appeared into picture, all seemed to have been set aside. I say it’s an upshot that doesn’t have space for self-centeredness; an act of altruism which calls for settlement of everything that has been terribly warring inside your pneuma. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Say of a person who has had a harmonious day: at first, you will think that maybe this person has had a lot of wonderful moments during the course of the day; but then, as I am pointing out in this blog post, it actually is a smorgasbord of good and bad times you have had that day, which brought forth what that person has just had – a harmonious day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again, I conclude that I have just had a harmonious three weeks experience, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and still counting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; I was just “tagged” by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Gerome&lt;/span&gt; and still don’t have any idea how to start it! Well, I promise to have this one done when I get to claim (and not reclaim!) my sanity back (was that of a positive answer or a negative one?). What a firm answer. But honestly, the topic’s entertaining if you ask me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-8506547405846043048?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/8506547405846043048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=8506547405846043048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/8506547405846043048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/8506547405846043048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/06/harmony.html' title='Harmony'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-1676967510043509667</id><published>2007-05-13T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T14:47:43.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manny Villar and The Kabalarian Philosophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This entry is about to tackle how I saw Manny Villar pass in front of me as the communion was taking into place. Yes, I was in the church when all this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“hu-what?!”&lt;/span&gt; thing happened. He was wearing his trademark orange shirt tucked in his maong pants, which is why he looked fatter in person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;At first, I was having second thoughts on whether it was really him or not. I was eavesdropping on people chattering around when the mass ended, trying to confirm things out. Finally, while collating my thoughts, I heard the shouts of excitement of small boys saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Ui, si BILYAR oh!”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(take note of the accent)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Having heard of that remark, I felt like waiting for Manny Villar go down the stairs and have a handshake with him. It quite looked like he was campaigning – utilizing each and every second left before the Election Day begins. Anyway, if I were only, at this point of time, at the right age to vote, I would surely include him among my top twelve. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the other side, I tried the site Wilmark Gular recommended - the Kabalarian Philosophy, which gives a description of your first name. It was quite surprising that almost all the descriptions under my name fit. Well, I just said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;. It’s up to you to spot the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your First Name of: John Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;While the name &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Paul&lt;/span&gt; creates the urge to be creative, independent and original, we point out      that it limits self-expression and friendly congeniality with a tendency      to be moody.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;This name, when combined with      the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well      as cause health weaknesses heart, lungs, bronchial area, and tension or      accidents to the head. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;The name of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Paul &lt;/span&gt;gives you a very individual, reserved, serious nature.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;You prefer to be alone with      your own thoughts, rather than in the company of others.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;This name restricts      spontaneity in association and the fluency of your verbal expression.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you are required to      express yourself in personal matters requiring finesse and diplomacy, you      feel awkward and embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Although you realize      perfectly well what is expected of you, you are unable to find the right      words, and hence you end up saying something inappropriate in a candid      way.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;You can express your deeper      thoughts and feelings best through writing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If ever you want to try yours, just put the word “Kabalarian” on your search engine and voila! Hehehe… ‘till then!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-1676967510043509667?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/1676967510043509667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=1676967510043509667&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/1676967510043509667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/1676967510043509667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/05/reserved.html' title='Manny Villar and The Kabalarian Philosophy'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-6710429908067528369</id><published>2007-05-12T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T20:49:19.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really feel so speechless right now yet I emblazon this blog with a brief but unforgettable entry I have made since my first post.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phone Calls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yearbook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car Ride&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Election Posters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Volets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walter Mart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;555 Tuna (In Various Flavors)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vienna Sausage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 – 1.5 liters Coca Cola&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy-One-Take-One Loaf of Bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say Cheese (Pimiento and Bacon Flavors)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spoons and Forks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paper Plates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Volets Overnight Ticket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cottage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roller Coaster Slide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pool With Shower Kuno Effect&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Sisid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Fuck You!”&lt;/span&gt; while stretching arms out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Mahal Kita Pasia!”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Search For the One-Peso Coin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Dares&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Extras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Sando-Clad Man(?) Who Resembles &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Picture-Takings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Corny Jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baliwag Lechon Manok&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Corny Jokes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supernatural Stories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Super High Velocity Fall-In-Line Slide Experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stories of Faith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Man Who Puked Clad in Blue-Green Shorts With Inscription "Puerto Galera"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Tito Flares Up!”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Arcadia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; Condominium&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Farewell...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cielo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angelo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laarni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iric&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pasia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… and others... (haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                                                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mini-Outing lang daw ‘yun. May susunod pa. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ewan. Wala lang. Handrama ko naman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-6710429908067528369?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/6710429908067528369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=6710429908067528369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/6710429908067528369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/6710429908067528369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/05/hang-over.html' title='Hang Over'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-9040839355069160462</id><published>2007-05-09T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:47:32.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hay… I’m really sorry people! I never thought I will be too preoccupied by all these UP thingies that need to be accomplished. Along with that, the only free day this week, Thursday, will be allotted for my preparation to Linnaeus’ incoming outing this Friday. Hopefully, everything will go along fine. Or if ever… haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There has also been a PC usage competition in this house that it kinda lessened my time to do my stuff and everything. Hay… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It gave such astonishment in my part that I was accepted on my dormitory application. However, it kinda made me feel a little sad since Mrs. Pilario was already looking forward onto having Karl share a room with me at some-relative’s boarding house. I also do think it will be more comforting since the room’s air-conditioned. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know. I’ll just see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still don’t know my STFAP bracket. I’ll kill them if ever they placed me on bracket A.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hay… sorry again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-9040839355069160462?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/9040839355069160462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=9040839355069160462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/9040839355069160462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/9040839355069160462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-apologies.html' title='All Apologies'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-6175519348829248578</id><published>2007-05-07T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T13:59:31.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebirth Flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. Due to insistent public demand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(haha. feeling!)&lt;/span&gt; finally, I have come to break my nerves once again for an update. Hahaha… but seriously, if it wasn’t for the tags &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(courtesy of some friends)&lt;/span&gt; musing the hell out for an update, this blog will have suffered a mileage hiatus. Like, you know, everyone needs some driving force to be able to muster up something that makes, uh, well, a little nonsense at least. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Within this span of time (May 7-11), UP Diliman’s enrollment is currently ongoing. Mine’s scheduled on the second day. I kinda feel nervous as I am excited; nervous for my STFAP bracket and excited for my dormitory application. I really hope I can make it. And I think I am not ready yet to meet my fellow maroons. Well, so much for that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This entry overdue would not have been possible if it wasn’t for the people who, obliviously, gave me an over glowing inspiration to strive further in my damn so-boring life. Well, take that as a compliment. Thanks, bitches! You’re all well-aware of whoever you are.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is it not May 11, 2007 yet? I feel like bursting out of excitement!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-6175519348829248578?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/6175519348829248578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=6175519348829248578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/6175519348829248578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/6175519348829248578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/05/rebirth-flame.html' title='Rebirth Flame'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-5692744600599431365</id><published>2007-04-28T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T12:17:44.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of this mustache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has been teasing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of this conspicuous goatee of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of eating grass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of being a goat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow fat like a pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna eat like a pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want kaning baboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all those you could relate to a pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I want to be a pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to music that soothes my eardrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want it loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So loud it would make my eardrums bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it still be music that soothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna think crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I know I’m crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My studies, my life, my priorities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do them like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I’m crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense as it may seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s how I want this to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without any effort, I know this is all I will always get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends that I owe much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends that I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends that I care for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends that I will forever treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends that deserve more than this stupid crap I have made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have no regrets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I’m promoting this link Jay-V has sent me a couple of minutes ago. Thanks, Jay-V! &lt;a href="http://www.clementsen.com/email/friendship.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.clementsen.com/email/friendship.php&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dedicate this to, obviously, all my friends! You know who you are! Bwahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem was, of course, a mere joke. Hehehe… &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well, except for the last part!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-5692744600599431365?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/5692744600599431365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=5692744600599431365&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/5692744600599431365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/5692744600599431365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wanna.html' title='I Wanna'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-8713171761311685950</id><published>2007-04-27T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T12:29:23.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rat Race"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess I expected too much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Surprisingly, to my own state at least, I never thought UP Diliman also shared the same tradition of having such incompetent instructors, like in MaSci. I really hate speaking such; mind them, they are putting our learning competencies at risk! And God, I never thought I would think (and speak!) this way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Devoured by boredom like I always am, I thought of putting the names of my instructors on Yahoo’s search engine. Astoundingly, three results appeared on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms. Mary Jessel Duque’s&lt;/span&gt; name. And this are what some of the UP people have to say about her:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“ma'am Duque? haay.. perfectionist! she's always late.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and... I don't know... basta.. hirap.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; well unless super duper galing mo sa paper.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                          -green eyes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, you see?! Perfectionist is okay. But, LATE?! You see, being a perfectionist mandates a big demand! Well, I’ll forgive her if she teaches like Ma’am Jacob. But man! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mag-ayus-ayos siya!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, seems like I must now run away from her. You know, like, CANCELLING my enlisted schedule on her. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-8713171761311685950?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/8713171761311685950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=8713171761311685950&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/8713171761311685950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/8713171761311685950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/04/rat-race.html' title='&quot;Rat Race&quot;'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-1460232207486662276</id><published>2007-04-21T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:28:52.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itaktak Mo</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ang late, magtataktak sa Faura!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;9:00 AM ang usapan. Si Dane Marc, ang pinakaunang dumating, ay 10 am na nakarating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't ever forget this day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Pictures do paint a thousand words."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T45OHhOeK0c/RiosoXzDpmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6tsxtfLcbWc/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T45OHhOeK0c/RiosoXzDpmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6tsxtfLcbWc/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055902603771356770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ayan. Kahit isa lang iyan, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't ever forget this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everything turned out more than what the mind has expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't ever forget this day. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Itaktak mo. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-1460232207486662276?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/1460232207486662276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=1460232207486662276&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/1460232207486662276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/1460232207486662276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/04/itaktak-mo.html' title='Itaktak Mo'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T45OHhOeK0c/RiosoXzDpmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6tsxtfLcbWc/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-728629277258181812</id><published>2007-04-18T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:46:49.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bitches, hello once again! It has been a long hiatus prior to my last update, hanubayan! Well, blame it all to my very own indolence. For the weeks that had transpired, I spent most of my time with my laptop, which is why, during those times, I was really lazy for an update. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The HP laptop – well – I got one as a Graduation present from my Lolo. Pretty kind of him, isn't it? Well, there's always this bitter side of story: he is currently having a struggle against cancer and he's been undergoing series of chemotherapies. Well, I just do pray that God may give what's best for him. &lt;i style=""&gt;THE BEST&lt;/i&gt; - whatever it may be. He is currently living by himself – no special anything and the sort. That’s why I really do pray hard for him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Before I proceed further in this entry… let’s talk YM.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being buzzed off by someone is really irritating. Now, I know what Loribelle feels… hehe. Anyway…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Despite all the conflicts I have had with my schedule, I was still able to join Moseley’s outing. Yup, no matter what disparity had appeared in between, the desire of the heart still prevailed. Haha… emo! Whatever! Well, I am just hoping for parallelization to take into place. This Saturday &lt;i style=""&gt;(well, I’m not really sure when, but it is a Saturday, mind you bitches)&lt;/i&gt; Linnaeus 06 is planning to have a sort of talk about our outing. That day might as well turn into a short get along, for this will someday be once in a blue moon or worse, this might not happen again. Hay… so emo again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmm… last but not least, I am really enjoying the features my new phone has to offer. Though it’s not really an N series Nokia phone whatsoever, the thing is that, it has been a long three years since I last had a cell phone. It kinda serves me now as a storage device for my precious files, since our computer’s been so prone to &lt;i style=""&gt;reformatting&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;(it has always been our last resort whenever the computer’s infected). &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, and by the way, since it’s my, again, first time in this entire three years to handle a phone, I got really lazy about Globe’s unlimited texting. On the cover of the sim card package, it says something about that free 3 days unlimited texting if ever I load it with twenty five pesos. Well, I didn’t really read that one much, which is why, now, it turned out that I squandered my sixty pesos load thinking that I can text unlimited. Well, &lt;i style=""&gt;sinong tanga?&lt;/i&gt; Mga bitches talaga kayo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s it for now, people. Bye bye! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-728629277258181812?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/728629277258181812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=728629277258181812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/728629277258181812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/728629277258181812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/04/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-9051902676118020253</id><published>2007-04-06T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T17:08:42.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello! I’ve once again invaded the serenity of my blog with its fresh-from-the-oven skin. So what’s with this English speaking filling up my system and blurting the heck out through this entry? Well, you see, I still have a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LETTERS&lt;/span&gt; to accomplish – letters that must be written in English &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(to show formality, perhaps?)&lt;/span&gt; And yeah, letters that are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compulsory&lt;/span&gt;. The thought then made me ponder: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are letters supposed to be mandatory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As far as I can remember, I had already done a lot of letters, most of which, are addressed to my relatives. I, together with my co-scholars, am also obliged to make a thank you letter to our sponsor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs. Marissa Toledo-Peterson&lt;/span&gt;, one of MaSci’s valedictorians. Thinking of those heaps of letters typewritten on the computer makes me kind of feel guilty, for most of those didn’t come from the heart. I don’t really want to sound mushy whatsoever. It’s just that I think I smelled like tupperware to those letters – fake &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I miss you”&lt;/span&gt; and the heck. Well, maybe, what I really have to do is to only speak/write what I do feel, and not whatever I just want to put just for the sake of filling in the spaces. Anyway, I’ve also come to realize how stupid I am for making this lilliputian thing a big deal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So that’s it. I don’t really have to be emotional and express all of my thoughts whole-heartedly to all of my letters. There are business letters anyway, which only have space for business matters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone Has Texted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Now that’s Juca-ish)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;While typing this, I found out that someone has texted me. It seems that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that person&lt;/span&gt; wants to speak out about something. Well, so much for my desire to reply, I wasn’t able to. I'm out of load, bitches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's So Much To Miss. Yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is so much to miss from MaSci. I won’t be able to walk again at its hallways and corridors and staircases for the next school year. I won’t be able to see the faces I’ve been for the past four years as I did before… and etcetera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s so much to miss; the reasons mentioned above were some of the things that drove me crying last Graduation Ball. Yet, as I dig my “treasure box”, I found things which are of MaSci’s property. What the heck! After all, whether I like it or not, I still have to return those things back to where/who they belong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still have Ma’am Torress’ book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still have Barvi’s Twilight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still have a lot to return. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and mind you, I still have debts to pay back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, so much for my random thoughts. Goodbye for now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-9051902676118020253?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/9051902676118020253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=9051902676118020253&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/9051902676118020253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/9051902676118020253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/04/letters.html' title='Letters'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-3296415547059221746</id><published>2007-04-04T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T02:40:56.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's Friendster Profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... madaling araw na. As usual, wala akong magawa. Tulog na ang halos lahat ng mga tao sa aking messenger list kaya naman napag-isipan kong magmuni-muni sa Friendster. As usual, nagbrowse ako sa mga profiles ng kung sinu-sino. Pero siyempre, MaScians pa rin naman ang domain ng mga profiles na tinitingnan ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nakaheadphones mode nga ako ngayon eh. Nakagawian ko na talagang magbukas ng Windows Media Player &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(okay, poor lang kami eh. hehe)&lt;/span&gt; sa tuwing ako'y magcocomputer, mayroon mang ginagawa or wala. So ayun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ilang profiles din ang mga nadaanan. Habang nakikinig ako sa paborito kong kanta, bigla na lamang may nag-play na BGM. Well, courtesy, of course, ng kanyang Friendster profile. Wala lang. Mas pinili kong pakinggan 'yung napakasimpleng BGM na iyon. I just felt nostalgic about... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hindi na maibabalik ang nakaraan&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That was the status message of a friend in my Yahoo Messenger list hours ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That person&lt;/span&gt; - the one who owns the Friendster profile... wala lang. Was it envy or admiration? Well, kung ano man sa dalawa, ang masasabi ko lang, talagang napakaswerte niyang tao. Sa pagkakatanda ko, nasabihan na niya ata ako na adik raw ako sa Math. Ewan. It's just that... pagkatapos ng lahat ng kanyang mga papuri sa aking mga walang kwentang skills, I still find that person luckier than me. Ewan. Masama ang mag-compare, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe... wala lang. Salamat talaga sa napakasimpleng BGM &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tama kaya ang term ko?) &lt;/span&gt;na iyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grabe. Hindi ko sasabihin ang pangalan ng taong iyon. Acquainted naman kami pero hindi gaanong close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hay... good day! Habang ako'y nagtytype dito, ang lahat naman ay tulog na. May all of you have a good night sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hay... I'm like so emo again! But siyempre, being emo doesn't always mean sadness. Wala lang. Nostalgia nga eh, bitches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wala sanang limutan ha! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-3296415547059221746?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/3296415547059221746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=3296415547059221746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/3296415547059221746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/3296415547059221746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/04/someones-friendster-profile.html' title='Someone&apos;s Friendster Profile'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-1418230613498158581</id><published>2007-04-03T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:15:12.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello mga tao! Matapos ang ilang buwang tag-hirap at kakulangan sa oras, finally, naisipan ko na ring mag-generate ng bagong skin. Well, kahit papaano, it took me some time. Kaya nga naghintay muna akong magkaroon ng time. Well, nakakatuwa rin since ngayon, talagang naghahanap ako ng mga pagkakaabalahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, ano po bang masasabi niyo sa aking napakaplain-white blog skin? Hehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre, salamat rin sa blogskins.com dahil doon ako kumuha ng HTML codes; I just did some editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan. I'm so like lost for words! So eewie! Well, at least, mas maganda na kay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juca&lt;/span&gt; ang aking skin. That's already a great consolation. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barvi&lt;/span&gt;! Nasa akin pa rin 'yung CD mo. Hehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May mga utang akong hindi nabayaran. Hayaan niyo. I'll pay someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa lahat! Hindi ko malilimutan ang lahat ng mga nangyari sa akin during my high school life. Grabe. I can't believe we're all off to college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed, batch '07!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-1418230613498158581?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/1418230613498158581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=1418230613498158581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/1418230613498158581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/1418230613498158581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-skin.html' title='New Skin'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-1838247935472297802</id><published>2007-03-28T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T00:35:29.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamimiss Ko Kayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Ngayon ang araw ng aming Graduation. Wala ako ngayong masabi. Ngunit nakatitiyak ako sa isang bagay - marami akong mamimiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, sa apat na taong kabangagan ko sa eskwelahang ito, marami akong nakilalang mga nilalang. May mga maluluwag ang turnilyo, iritada, maldita, suplada, sira ulo, mayayabang, malalakas mang-asar, magagaling mambarbero, manyakis, malilibog, malalapad ang nguso, matutulis ang baba, emotional etcetera. Lahat sila'y hindi ko malilimutan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;LAHAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hindi man ako nakagawa ng isang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dedication notebook&lt;/span&gt;, ang mga litrato ang magsisilbing instrumento sa aking pagbabalik-tanaw, kasabay ng mga masasayang karanasan. Ewan. Ang drama. Marami akong mamimiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kilala niyo na kung sino kayo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kayong lahat na binigyan ko ng importansya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kayong lahat na pinapansin ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kayong lahat na sinasamahan ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Magfeeling na kayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maging proud tayo sa ating sarili dahil alam nating lahat na maraming nilalang sa ating paligid ang proud DIN sa atin. Oo, may mga magulang kayo; may mga kaklase kayo; may mga teacher kayo. At higit sa lahat, nandiyan Siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha. Kurni ku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-1838247935472297802?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/1838247935472297802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=1838247935472297802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/1838247935472297802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/1838247935472297802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/03/mamimiss-ko-kayo.html' title='Mamimiss Ko Kayo'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-3438962119269642923</id><published>2007-03-23T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:53:05.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe naman. Parang kaninang umaga lang, depressed ako dahil sa 'gabundok ng mga problemang naibabato sa akin. Ito nga ang isa sa mga dahilan kung bakit kahit na maaga akong nagising, minarapat kong magkulong at huwag pumasok. Ewan ko. Buti na lamang, maraming pampalubag loob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marami nga pala akong gustong pasalamatan. Salamat sa mga taong dumamay sa akin, whether &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;directly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;indirectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Haha... ewan. Kilala niyo na kung sino kayo, at pwede kayong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magfeeling&lt;/span&gt; kung gusto niyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mag-eenumerate ba ako ng isa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang sarap talaga ng feeling kapag may dumarating na isang letter, lalo na kung naka-address ito sa iyo. Ang kaso, hindi ako ang nakatanggap, dahil nga wala ako noong mga oras na iyon sa bahay. Wala rin ang mga magulang. Ang tangi lamang nakatanggap ay ang tenant na nangungupahan sa amin. Hehehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mang Nestor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; kinda congratulated me nang ako'y maqualify &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(ehem... naooverwhelm lang ako... pagpasensyahan na)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E.T. (Edwardson Tagura?) Yuchengco Institutional Scholarship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Hahahaha! Naooverwhelm lang talaga ako! Woohoo! Pasensya na! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So ayun. Masasabi kong isa si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jerome E. dela Cruz (Head of Center for Scholarship and Financial Assistance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sa mga nagpalubag ng aking loob. Siyempre, isa rin si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mang Nestor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang kaso... hindi naman talaga ako mag-aaral sa MAPUA eh. Pero sayang talaga... sana sa UP nalang 'yung scholarship na iyon. Mahirap lang naman kasi kami kaya ako nag-aaspire maging Iskolar ng Bayan, you bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Salamat talaga sa lahat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pasensya na talaga kung hindi ako nakasama sa bonding time ng Linnaeus. Alam ko naman na I have missed half of my life nang hindi ako nakasipot, kaya huwag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; nang ipamukha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ulit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;! Yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;... salamat talaga sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iyo&lt;/span&gt;. Pinakinggan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mo&lt;/span&gt; ako. Sa mga hindi naniniwala sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kanya&lt;/span&gt;, all I can say is that you, as well, are missing half of your lives. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-life?&lt;/span&gt; Yuck... haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-3438962119269642923?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/3438962119269642923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=3438962119269642923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/3438962119269642923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/3438962119269642923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/03/thanks-to-you.html' title='Thanks to You'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-8808678430606012566</id><published>2007-03-22T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T00:51:15.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga Kasiyahang Dulot ng Kalokohan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa ngayon, hindi ko pa rin alam ang dahilan kung bakit bigla na lamang nasira ang aming computer. Sana talaga'y maayos na ulit iyon; kahit papaano kasi, marami na rin akong nasave doon. Mahalaga rin pala sa akin ang YM Archive. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang pagtitipon na dahil lamang sa class picture-taking ay nauwi sa isang mahabang panahon ng pagtanaw sa nakaraan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Maraming picture-taking ang naganap. Kasabay nito, naisip ko na talagang ang dami nang nagbago. May kaunting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;air of bitterness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gayunpaman, hindi naman naghari ang galit. Haha! Hindi mo rin aakalain na dati'y magkalove team kami ni Pura. At siyempre, nariyan din ang pagrereminisce sa mga Marconi names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ewan ko. Hindi ako masyadong sinisipag magtype eh. Ang masasabi ko lang, sana'y masulit ko ang mga nalalabing oras ko sa MaSci, kahit na ako'y two weeks nang nalalate. Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Pero siyempre, walang suspense ang buhay kung hindi ka dinadalaw ng lungkot... galit... pighati... whatever. Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Grabe. Hindi pa pala tapos ang Golf Tournament! Tatalunin kita Jan! Kulelat ka Juca! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Grabe rin 'yung usapan ng Linnae kanina. Masyado kayong... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;curious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sige. Pagpasensyahan niyo na talaga kung medyo walang kwenta ang mga recent posts ko sa blog na ito. Pagbigyan niyo na lang ako, since gagraduate na rin naman kami eh. That is, Batch 07 MaSci. Hahaha! Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-8808678430606012566?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/8808678430606012566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=8808678430606012566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/8808678430606012566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/8808678430606012566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/03/mga-kasiyahang-dulot-ng-kalokohan.html' title='Mga Kasiyahang Dulot ng Kalokohan'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-2273142055846541910</id><published>2007-03-20T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:54:24.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Walk the Aisle... Weh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, masasabi kong hindi na masyadong hectic ang aming schedule since ang inaatupag na lamang ng batch '07 ay ang pagpapractice sa aming Graduation Rites at ang pagpapaprima sa clearance. Ang puhunan na lamang namin sa mga bagay na ito ay boses, at siyempre, pawis. Haha! Ito'y isang linggong paglilinis ng mga classrooms, pagbabayad ng mga dapat bayaran &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(at grabe, I'm like SO gipit)&lt;/span&gt;, at siyempre, pagkanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako masyadong makapagsurf (at makapagbloghop) dahil hindi ako masyadong komportable sa laptop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(wow naman... umaasenso ang kambing)&lt;/span&gt;  Kaya ayun... medyo nahihirapan din akong magtype! Hehehe... sira 'yung computer namin! Hanubayan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Ang dami talagang nangyari these past few days. Ang masasabi ko lang, I'm so disappointed with (?) myself. Wala lang. Akin nalang 'yun. Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck. Kahit wala masyadong kwenta itong post na ito, gusto ko pa rin itong ilagay sa blog ko. Wala lang. Kasi para sa akin, masarap yung feeling ng binabalikan ang mga post na ito kung saan ilang araw na lamang ay gagraduate na ako. Kumbaga, ang pinakatitle ng mga recent posts ko ngayong March ay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As I Walk The Aisle"&lt;/span&gt;. Haha... gets niyo ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parang ganito yun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diba, sa simula ng graduation, maglalakad tayo ng sobrang bagal? Ang isinisimbolize ng paglalakad na iyon ay ang mga araw na nalalabi bago sumapit ang graduation. At kapag dumating na ang moment na nakarating na tayo sa ating upuan, ito ang magsisimbolong simula... ng graduation day? Ewan. Bahala na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At least ako, nagets ko. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na talaga ah... hindi talaga ako makapag-isip. Tapos, hindi rin ako komportable sa pagtytype ngayong araw na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaha... salamat ulit sa pagcocomment sa mga wala kong kwentang posts, Mang Gerome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-2273142055846541910?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/2273142055846541910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=2273142055846541910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/2273142055846541910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/2273142055846541910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-i-walk-aisle-weh.html' title='As I Walk the Aisle... Weh!'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-4238232383333053396</id><published>2007-03-17T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T16:17:15.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parang Barbero Lang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre id="line514"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Handwriting Analysis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/generated/20070317/qaP5XqRzmN.jpg" alt="Handwriting Analysis" border="1" height="150" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&gt;What does your handwriting say about YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance,and symmetry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You are a person who thinks before acting, intelligent and thorough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You are diplomatic, objective, and live in the present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You are a talkative person, maybe even a busybody!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You enjoy life in your own way and do not depend on the opinions of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Parang Laarni lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-4238232383333053396?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/4238232383333053396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=4238232383333053396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/4238232383333053396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/4238232383333053396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/03/parang-barbero-lang.html' title='Parang Barbero Lang...'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-7031339832994406684</id><published>2007-03-16T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:21:52.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hindi ko alam kung bakit, ngunit sa tingin ko'y pinipilit ko lamang mag-type ang aking mga naninigas na daliri. Mula sa pinakasimula, tinatanong ko na ang aking sarili. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Bakit itinutuloy ko pa rin ang pagtytype sa kabila ng aking discomfort?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ewan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Walong araw nalang. Walong araw na mabilis lilipas. Gusto ko nang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LUMIPAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ang lahat, ngunit sa kabilang banda'y nagdadalawang-isip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ako siguro'y nilalamon lamang ng galit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Galit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; - dati nama'y hindi ako marunong magalit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess I'll regret the day that I have mastered the art of swearing at certain people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And at the same time, I'll regret the day that I've learned to express myself through words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, which I think, are not enough to convey whatsoever is needed to be known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess, for now, it's better to shut things up; keep matters closed. That is, keep everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, I've realized how stupid I really am for generating such public blog knowing that for the past years, I have been laying all of these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deeper things&lt;/span&gt;, as they call it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in an isolated sanctuary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-7031339832994406684?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7031339832994406684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=7031339832994406684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/7031339832994406684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/7031339832994406684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-sanctuary.html' title='My Sanctuary'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-223639533218568874</id><published>2007-03-15T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T19:16:04.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paprint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nananawagan ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iyo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oo&lt;/span&gt;, sa iyo na may mabuting kalooban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paprint. Mamayang 11:30 pm. Sana 'diba may makabasa nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na. Pagod &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(grabe, napapagod pala ang mga tamad)&lt;/span&gt; kaya matutulog muna. Sana naman magising ako para maisend ko sa iyo itong ipapaprint ko; kung sino ka man, ang masasabi ko lang, talagang ginintuan ang puso mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-223639533218568874?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/223639533218568874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=223639533218568874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/223639533218568874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/223639533218568874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/03/paprint.html' title='Paprint'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-7863821880161103034</id><published>2007-03-10T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T01:23:18.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waw. Magkasunod na entry. Kagulat ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nalilito ako ngayon kung anong landas ang aking tatahakin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TLE&lt;/span&gt; ang ugat ng lahat ng ito. Namimili tuloy ako sa pagitan ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Civil Engineering, Chemical Engineering&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Electronics and Communications Engineering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Civil Engineering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ito lang naman kasi ang pinakaunang pumasok sa aking utak, inspired by Michaelle Cueco's ate. Kaya lang, matapos kong balangkasin ang aking mga kakayahan, I realized that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Physics will never love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;kahit&lt;/span&gt; gaano pa kagaling magturo si Sir Bau. Haay... ang drama ba? Ayon sa mga tao sa aking paligid, lahat naman daw ng Engineering courses ay may pisika. Ang kaso, masyado raw marami sa Civil. Hindi ko kayang lulunin ang hirap, lalo na't, katulad nga ng sabi ko, hindi ako mahal ng Pisika. Hehe. Ito nga pala ang nailagay kong first choice sa aking Application Form. Wish me the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; of luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bakit naman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Electronics and Communications Engineering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dahil siguro sa guro naming si Ginoong Bangayan, naisip ko na magiging madali na sa akin ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ECE&lt;/span&gt; sa kolehiyo dahil kahit papaano ay may background na ako sa mga aralin ukol dito. Ang kaso, palagi akong late sa klase niya. Kaya naman hindi ko masyadong naabsorb ang lahat ng kanyang mga naituturo. Bukod pa roon, medyo pasang-awa ang mga grado ko sa kanya. Medyo discouraging, hindi ba? Hehe... second choice ko naman iyon sa aking Application Form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chemical Engineering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dahil nga sa kagalingan ng aming guro na si Binibining Coco, nainspire akong isali sa aking dilemma ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chem Eng&lt;/span&gt;. Kahit papaano naman, naging maganda ang aking mga grado sa Kimika noong ikatlong taon. Medyo ok rin naman ang mga grado sa Advanced Chemistry. Pero ewan. Mahirap na rin ang magshift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kailangan nang magbalangkas. Ano kaya sa tatlo ang landas na tatahakin? Kung ano man sa ito ang aking pipiliin, naway maging maunlad ako sa propesyong ito. Hehe. Drama ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mayroon pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sa hindi malamang kadahilanan, qualified ako sa scholarship ng MAPUA. Hehe. Na-flatter nga ang bits (bitch). Ibig sabihin kasi noon, mas mataas sa 80% ang aking nakuha. So you see? Haha. Umaakyat na naman ang aking dugo sa aking visage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Napakaganda ng mga benefits kung saka-sakaling kakaririn ko ang scholarship sa iyon. 'Yun nga lamang, sa tingin ko, medyo nabadtrip sila noong tinanong kong &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Maaari po bang magproceed sa screening ng scholarship kahit hindi pa ako nakakapagconfirm ng slot?"&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reservation&lt;/span&gt; kasi ang term nila; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confirmation&lt;/span&gt; ang term na ginagamit sa UP. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehehe... sana nga Mang Gerome, makapag-UP ako. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-7863821880161103034?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7863821880161103034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=7863821880161103034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/7863821880161103034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/7863821880161103034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/03/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-4452823081052741483</id><published>2007-03-09T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T23:41:14.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala Lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After restless nights of staying in front of the computer, finally, I was able to resume to my blogging. As you can see, I am expressing my self in a language I am not good at. Well, I just want to give a shot, at least, in making an entry written in English. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It's a good thing to know that I was able to finish almost all of the requirements my teachers have demanded. Though I was, at first, reluctant upon memorizing the specification thingy, in the end, it was such astonishment on my part that I was able to memorize such one-page shit in a short span of time. Thanks for all those who have forced/inspired me. Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ayoko na nga. Mukha akong tanga. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng bagay... Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga nakalipas na araw, o maaaring linggo, alam kong hindi ako masyadong nakapaglaan ng pawis sa mga gawaing ukol sa paaralan. Kaya naman ang lahat ng mga markang nakuha ko ngayon, ito man ay mataas o mababa, ay nakapagbigay sa akin ng kasiyahan. Ang totoo nga niyan, masasabi kong talagang napakasarap ng pakiaramdam kapag nakakakuha ka ng mataas na marka sa isang pagsusulit na alam mong hindi mo naman pinaghandaan. Maganda rin ang naidudulot na pakiramdam sa akin kapag ako ay nakatatanggap ng isang pasang-awang marka sa isang pagsusulit, dahil ipinaaalala lamang nito ang aking pagiging tamad sa aking mga aralin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... bahala nalang. Lasapin nalang nating mga seniors ang mga huling araw natin sa MaSci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganito pala ang pakiramdam... (   )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-4452823081052741483?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/4452823081052741483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=4452823081052741483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/4452823081052741483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/4452823081052741483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/03/wala-lang_09.html' title='Wala Lang'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-7427560093309400104</id><published>2007-02-23T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:40:36.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Gratitude and -------</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang araw din akong nagkaroon ng irregular na pagbubukas ng kompyuter. Kaya naman kung inyong mapapansin, ang blog na ito ay medyo inaamag na. Gayunpaman, narito akong muli upang magsimulang maglinis sa pamamagitan ng pag-uupdate sa blog na ito nang sa gayon ay mayroon kayong matatawag na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"update"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ilang araw na rin ang nakalipas mula noong ako'y nag-update. Natapos na ang kaganapang sinasabi ng mga nasa ikatlong taon na "an interlude to remember" - walang iba kung hindi ang JS(T) Promenade. Well, masasabi ko naman na kahit papaano'y naisagawa naman ng maayos ang okasyong ito. 'Yun nga lamang, ikaw ay talagang pagpapawisan kung saka-sakaling atakahin ka ng pagwawala sa gitna ng dance floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Masasabi ko na kahit papaano ay naging matagumpay ang Promenade; wala akong karapatang magreklamo dahil hindi pa naman ako fully-paid sa mga bayarin ukol doon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dumako naman tayo sa mga pangyayaring dapat abangan ng isang MaSciang iilang araw na lamang ang nalalabing paghihirap sa kanilang pinakamamahal na eskwela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sa pagsapit ng ika-26 ng Pebrero, magsisimula na ang sunud-sunod na examinations at compliance of projects. Sabi nga ni Ginang Azu, "set aside your laziness" Well, dahil sa sinabotage niya ang aking grado sa English at Humanities, asa siya! Honestly, ito ang mga oras na kung saan talagang inaatake ako ng katamaran at kabaliwan. Well, dahil nga sa sabug-sabog na ang pamumuhay ko sa MaSci, ano pa ba ang aking tendency? Wala nang iba kung hindi ang ipagpatuloy ang kasabugang aking sinimulan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, gusto ko nga &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pala ulit pasalamatan si Kuya Gerome sa kanyang walang sawang pagbisita sa mga blogs na trip niyang bisitahin. Kung iyong mapapansin, puro siya lang ata ang nag-cocomment sa entries ko. Bwahahahahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Salamat rin pala sa taong ito na nagsabing i-update ko na raw ang blog ko. Hahahaha... maraming insights ang naeextract sa mga taong tulad mo. Kung ano man iyon, sasabihin ko na lang after 30 years, perhaps? Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Salamat rin pala sa lahat ng mga taong patuloy na nagpapasaya sa aking buhay. Kilala niyo na kung sinu-sino kayo. Kausapin niyo lang ako, masaya na ako. Wow naman... emo ang bangag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige! Sa March na siguro ang update ng karaniwan sa mga MaScians. Buh-bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Right now, masasabi kong medyo hooked up ang aking interest kay Edgar Allan Poe's conecpt of revenge. Ewan ko ba kung bakit; alam kong medyo may bahid ng kasamaan ang takbo ng utak ko ngayon. Ewan ko. Anyway, may God forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Siyempre, hindi sisiklab ang desire for revenge kung walang subject of immolation of anger (hala Juca) Anyway, cut this stupid crap na nga. The person seems to be oblivious to whatever scheme I am initiating. Wala na nga siyang alam, insensitive pa siya! Ano nalang siya? Crap... (Halata ang white ink. Sayang!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-7427560093309400104?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/7427560093309400104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=7427560093309400104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/7427560093309400104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/7427560093309400104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/02/of-gratitude-and.html' title='Of Gratitude and -------'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-2887838763655820185</id><published>2007-02-10T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:57:18.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadyak ng Kabayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ilang sandali na lamang, kaming mga nasa ikaapat na taon ay isa-isang makatatanggap ng tadyak palabas ng aming pinakamamahal na paaralan. Ngunit siyempre, hindi kami makalalabas basta basta. Ang pinakaaasam na tadyak ay makakamit lamang matapos ang isang delubyong punung-puno ng mga mapanlinlang na pagpapahirap ng aming mga guro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ngunit siyempre, kailangan munang lumipas ng JS Promenade na magaganap sa ika-16 ng Pebrero. Siya nga pala, balik na ulit sa dating gawi ang MaSci. Kaming mga nasa ikaapat na taon ay makararanas ng isang promenade na magaganap sa pinakaexclusibong lugar sa balat ng lupa. Malaking halaga ng pera ang nawaldas upang maganap sa lugar na ito ang isang napakagarbong kaganapan. Kaya naman inihahandog ko sa inyo ang lugar na iyon; walang iba kundi ang Manila Science High School Quadrangle! Oh 'diba, sosyal? May five-star hotel na malapit lamang - ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maceda Hotel&lt;/span&gt;. Ang buong populasyon ng MaSci ay siguradong maaaccomodate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pero siyempre, as usual, hindi ako masyadong excited. Huwag sanang maopend ang mga nasa ikatlong taon. Ako naman ay dati pang hindi nagkakaroon ng kaukulang paghahanda sa mga magagarbong ebent na nangyayari sa aking buhay tulad na lamang ng JS(T) Promenade. (Junior-Senior-Teacher's Promenade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ayun lamang ho. Wala lang ho. Walang unity ang aking entry. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paalam! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-2887838763655820185?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/2887838763655820185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=2887838763655820185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/2887838763655820185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/2887838763655820185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/02/tadyak-ng-kabayo.html' title='Tadyak ng Kabayo'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-5416683073523883162</id><published>2007-01-25T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:00:53.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabuhay! Matapos ang ilang araw ng paghihirap, heto akong muli at nanggugulo sa blog na ito. Ewan ko. Masaya nga ba ako ngayon? Ewan. Hindi ko alam. Ang masasabi ko lang, maraming nangyari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Una sa lahat, natutuwa nga pala ako't nakapasa ako sa mga Universities na kinuhanan ko ng test. Although hindi ko pa nakukumpirma ang aking status sa De La Salle University (dahil nga kulang ako sa mga requirements), ok na rin ang buhay kong walang kwenta dahil naipasa ko naman ang Ateneo at UP. Ang totoo nga niyan, iyon ang aking top two choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, alam niyo bang gurang na ako? Oo. Isipin niyo nalang, ang araw na ito ang isa sa mga turning points ng aking buhay. Nagets niyo na ba ang ibig kong sabihin? Well anyway, dahil alam ko naman na hindi ako masyadong magaling magbigay ng context clues, sasabihin ko na lang kung bakit ako gurang - birthday ko kasi ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So ayun. Marami namang bumati. Pero at the same time, ang dami ko na namang narealize. Wala lang. Ayoko na ngang i-elaborate. Basta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Salamat nga pala sa lahat ng mga bumati. Hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napansin kong unti-unti nang bumabalik ang John Paul Abad na nakilala ko noong ikatlong taon. Oo, nagbabalik na siya along with his deadly negative trait (oo, iisa lang siya. very distinct). Won't elaborate further (ulit!). Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In other news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Life is full of imperfections; but it does not stop me from feeling good. It's not mockery, I tell you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Iyan nga pala ang disposition ko ngayong araw na ito. Malamang ang ilan sa inyo ay napataas ang kilay sa kawirduhang naidulot ng quote na ito. Ewan ko. Siguro, weird lang talaga ako. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pahabol:&lt;/span&gt; Babuy-baboy na naman ako ngayong ikatlong markahan. Well, what's new? Haha! Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Special Mentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Manong Edgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Manong Gerome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mr. Vindicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aling Gidget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aling Bakekang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Salamat sa regular na pagbisita sa aking blog. Haha! Kung gusto niyong ma-acknowledge, magparamdam din kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-5416683073523883162?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/5416683073523883162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=5416683073523883162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/5416683073523883162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/5416683073523883162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/01/turning-point.html' title='Turning Point'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-8457622524327101156</id><published>2007-01-13T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T20:13:45.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need A Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huwag kang magmadali, para ka namang hinahabol ng isang batalyon ng mga elepante."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minsan, gustong ko ring sabihin ang pariralang iyan sa isang elementong nagpapaikot sa ating buhay: ang oras. Grabe, kay bilis nga naman talaga ng oras. Parang kailan lamang, kumuha ako ng Entrance Test sa MaSci; tapos ngayon, isa na akong senior at malapit nang magtapos! Ang bilis talaga ng oras - lalo na kung hindi mo ito napapansing lumilipas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sa ika-9 ng Pebrero, gaganapin na ang aming JS Promenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaukulang reaksyon?&lt;/span&gt; Hayun, hindi ako tulad ng iba na nagkakaroon ng kaukulang paghahanda. Ang katunayan nga niyan, hindi pa ako fully-paid sa bayarin ukol dun. (donations, anyone? haha) Fortunately, may taong mahaba ang baba na nagsabing sasagutin ng mader niya ang kalahati ng fee. Pero ewan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't elaborate further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oo nga, talagang ang bilis ng oras. Ngunit napansin ko sa aking sarili na parang hindi ko ito masyadong napahahalagahan sa mga nakaraang araw. You see, lagi akong nalalate sa eskwela dahil lamang sa kabagalan ko sa banyo. Malimit kasi akong natutulala (ok, ang drama.). Ewan. Ayoko na nga. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't elaborate further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oo, ang bilis ng oras. At unti-unti ako nitong pinipira-piraso. Malapit na rin ang Periodic Test. Well, good luck nalang sa mga taong napipiraso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-8457622524327101156?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/8457622524327101156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=8457622524327101156&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/8457622524327101156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/8457622524327101156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2007/01/need-break.html' title='Need A Break'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-6913528745077391383</id><published>2006-12-31T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T02:43:26.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion: The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all MaScians:&lt;/span&gt; HOY! Before you continue reading, gusto ko lang sanang ipaalam sa inyo na maaaring hindi kayo masyadong maka-relate sa entry na ito. Anyway, kung isa kang pasaway then indulge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My instincts tell me that mountains of projects and assignments are needed to be finished before the resume of classes; but it seems that I lack the nerve to start working. I don’t know. I feel like I forgot all the things we have tackled for the past months. So why exert effort on making this entry? Well, as they say, expect the unexpected (connect?) Today, longing and joy visited my ego unexpectedly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumulong na naman sa akin ang aking instincts. Ang sabi niya, magtagalog nalang daw muna ako. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kung mapapansin niyo, December 31, 2006 na ang date ng entry na ito. Madaling araw ko na kasi ginawa ang post na ito. Eh yung ikukwento ko nga kasi, December 30 nangyari! Ang kulit niyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So ayun nga. Natutuwa ako dahil after three long years, napagdesisyunan muli ng aking mga kaklase sa elementarya na mag-reunion. Ewan. Oo, gusto ko silang lahat makita. Pero may isa pang side of me na nagsasabing huwag nalang daw ako pumunta dahil hindi pa ako handa. At dahil nga may gera na naman sa loob ng aking bangag na ulo, parang neutral lang ang feeling ko (ngek? may gera tapos neutral?!) Alam niyo na... kasi nga 50% of me says pumunta ako and 50% says huwag akong pumunta, kaya siya neutral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At dahil nga may gera sa ulo ko, hindi ako nakarating sa napagkasunduang oras (which was supposed to be 10 am) At bukod pa sa gerang aking dinadanas, nahirapan din akong kumbinsihin si Mama due to some unknown reasons, again. But anyway, bumigay rin siya. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So ayun nga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank God, nakapunta ako sa bahay nina Brenna by just following directions given by her mother. Haha. Hanggaling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sige, ipakilala ko muna yung mga present sa reunion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Aia Micah Dioneda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kung MaScian ka, malamang may chances na kilala mo siya. Hindi ko naman masasabing naninibago ako sa itsura niya considering na ilang beses ko na siyang nakikita sa apat na taon namin sa MaSci. Well, ganoon rin naman ang opinion ng aking mga kaklase - wala raw masyadong nagbago kay Aia. Pumayat lang raw (ng kaunti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Aibar Rabi Rashad Bibi (?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sa pangalan pa lamang, mahihinuha na Muslim siya. Hehe. Sabi nga ng aming mga guro noong elementarya, mukha raw siyang bumbay. Well, his look and stature when I saw him convinced me na mukha talaga siyang bumbay. Haha. Saka ang lalim na ng boses niya. As usual, joker pa rin siya. Saka nanligaw raw siya lately kay Eunice, pero hindi siya tinanggap. Haha. Marunong na rin siya maggitara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Desmond Bryan Carrasco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Las Piñas National High School - Main)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Siya nga pala ang ka-loveteam ni Aia noong elementarya. Wala namang nagbago sa itsura niya, pero may girlfriend na siya (aww...) S1 nga raw ang position niya sa CAT eh (well, as if may suspense ang CAT namin...) Tahimik pa rin siya as usual, pero approachable pa rin naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Madel Salas (University of Perpetual Help)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehe. Hindi ko rin masasabing nagbago yung itsura niya. Pero siyempre, siguradong maraming nababaliw na nilalang sa kanya dahil sa kanyang taglay na kagandahan. Bukod pa roon, mahihinuha rin ang kanyang energy. May topak rin siya. Hehe.. saya nga eh. Player nga siya ngayon ng Volleyball sa school nila eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Rose Ann Malijan (Las Piñas East National High School)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isa pa itong career girl. President kasi siya ngayon ng SSG sa school nila (bigating bata...) As usual, pamatay ang boses niya na sa tingin ko ay alto. Sa tingin ko rin ay wala siya masyadong ipinagbago, dahil nga lagi ko siyang nakikita sa Friendster sa tuwing nag-susurf ang kapatid ko. Magaling ring maggitara at punung-puno ng energy like Madel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Brenna Bernadette Gratil (St. Joseph Academy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Itong batang ito, ngayon ko lang ulit nakita. Kaya naman nanibago ako sa itsura niya ngayon - medyo maigsi na ang buhok niya compared noong elementary. As usual, puno pa rin ng humor ang kanyang mga pamatay na hirit. Adik rin sa gitara. Sa bahay niya pala kami nagtipun-tipon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jeffrey Fernandez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Las Piñas National High School - Main)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grabe. Ito ang isa sa mga hindi ko agad namukhaan. Sa pagkakatanda ko kasi, maputing maputi siya dati. Pero ngayon, medyo kayumanggi na siya. Yung nature nga pala ng buhok niya ay katulad ng kay David Chow. Nagkaanim na girlfriends na rin siya. Adik rin sa gitara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mhelrick Batadlan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Itong batang ito ay medyo nahihiyang makihalubilo sa amin. Pero natutuwa ako nang binati niya ako noong ako ay nakarating (hindi ko nga rin siya namukhaan eh, bad me!) Grabe. Mukha na talaga siyang mabait (unlike dati, mukhang masama? haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Rosalianne Valiente (St. Joseph Academy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Siya naman ay long-haired na ngayon. Tahimik lang siya pero sa tingin ko, tinatago lang niya ang kanyang kulo. May jugjug na rin siya - ilan na kaya ang mga lalaking nagdaan sa kanya? (ang dami kasi niyang pimples eh. haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nathaniel John Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ito rin, isa pang MaScian. So ano pang masasabi ko? Ganoon pa rin siya! Hahahaha! Hay naku... dahil sa kanya, medyo may nalaman sila tungkol sa akin, with the help of Aia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mark Viñas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Las Piñas East National High School)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ito ang pamatay. Dati rati, ang taba niya. Imagine Marc Ladaga, ganoon siya kataba dati (hahahahaha... sorry Mr. Ladaga. Hindi po kami close!) Pero ngayon. halos kasing payat ko na siya! Grabe. Bassist ata siya sa kanilang banda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mary Eunice Lodripas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Las Piñas National High School - Main)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hu-waw. Habulin ito ngayon ng lalaki (isa na nga roon si Aibar) Marami nang nanliligaw diyan eh. Pero siyempre, mabait pa rin siya. Kami nga yung madalas na magkausap eh (magkatabi kasi kami noong Grade 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So ayun. Si Aibar ang may pinakamahabang description ah! Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So pagkatapos nga noong eating session namin, ni-reminisce namin yung mga past experiences namin. Imagine, six years rin kami nagkasama, kaya naman medyo matagal rin yun. Nagulat nga ako at marami silang natatandaan. Napag-usapan pa nga namin yung isang teacher na itatago ko sa pangalang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reming"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naging guro kasi namin ito sa Science noong Grade 4 at Grade 6 (no wonder kung bakit wala kaming alam sa Science. Haha) Ganito palagi ang senaryo sa klase niya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reming:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(magkakabit muna siya ng mga visual aids. I-expect mong sakop ang buong balckboard sa dami ng kanyang naisulat) Okay class, Today, we are going to discuss about "Tides"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Class:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zzzzzzzzzzz.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;After five minutes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reming:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alam niyo ba, dalawang beses na akong namatay. Nakita ko na nga si San Pedro sa langit eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Class:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zzzzzzzzzzz.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;After five minutes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reming:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tarantado talaga iyang asawa kong iyan... Ang tagal tagal ko nang naghihirap nang dahil sa gagong iyan! Kung hindi ko lang sana nakilala iyon, mayaman na ako! (sabay hagulgol... then she will burst into tears)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Class:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... ha? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So ayun nga. So much for you to know why Pamplona Elementary School Central has produced a lot of science-inclined students. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So pagkatapos nga ng bonding session namin, nilaro namin yung napakatraditional game na nilalaro namin dati: ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kindat-Killer"&lt;/span&gt; Grabe. Natawa rin kami kay Jeffrey kasi hindi namin ma-distinguish kung kumikindat ba siya or not (singkit kasi eh. haha) Mayroon naman isang time na kung saan nag-CR si Eunice (katabi ko nga pala siya) Noong dinistribute na yung cards, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Killer card&lt;/span&gt; yung napunta sa akin. Kaya naman pinagpalit ko yung card namin ni Eunice. Tapos yun pala, Killer din si Eunice! Hahahaha... Kaya nag-join forces kami. Kunwari, inosente kami. Kaya naman at the end of the game, ang naparusahan ay yung mga pulis. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pagkatapos noon, biglang dumating ang isa pa naming kaklase na galing pa sa ibayong dagat (Joke! Sa Cavite lang siya.) na si Kirstin. Grabe. Inulanan niya tuloy ako ng intriga about... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! Pero siyempre, hindi ako nagpatalo. Bigla rin kasing dumating si Jeonard (ang kanyang past...) Hehe. Kaya naman todo pang-aalaska ako sa kanya. Haha. Nagkaroon din pala kami ng vanity session (picture picture!) Pero siyempre, pulubi kaming lahat kaya naman puro cellphones lang ang gamit namin in picture-taking. Nagkaroon din kami ng mga soundtrip sessions dahil nga musically-inclined ang karaniwan sa amin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At grabe. Nag-darts rin kami. Haha. As usual, maraming muntik matamaan (at puro si Nathaniel ang dahilan) Ang galing nga eh, natamaan ko yung gitna. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grabe. Ang bilis nga ng oras. Hindi ko akalaing eight hours na pala ang nakalipas (10am-6pm) Grabe. At para mas humaba pa ang aming bonding session, nilakad namin mula bahay hanggag tricycle terminal. After that, nag-bus kami (kung tutuusin, pwede ang jeep. trip lang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sayang nga eh. Ako ang unang bumaba. Sayang naman. Pero okie lang. Grabe. Mamimiss ko rin sila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you for giving me such set of friends. Rizal. Padolina. Marconi. Linnaeus. Moseley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PESC. MSHS. 'Da best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grabe. Salamat talaga. Salamat talaga sa experience na ito. Salamat sa lahat ng mga taong napalapit at nagpahalaga sa akin. Salamat talaga. In return, gagawin ko rin ang lahat upang maipadama sa inyo ang tunay na halaga ng isang kaibigan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Madrama ba? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti nalang pala at nagpunta ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sige paalam! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-6913528745077391383?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/6913528745077391383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=6913528745077391383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/6913528745077391383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/6913528745077391383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2006/12/friends.html' title='Reunion: The Aftermath'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-6413644195523370215</id><published>2006-12-27T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T17:22:31.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blisters of Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BEWARE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Please kindly take some precautionary measures before you dare continue on reading this entry. May contain some odd doses you might not want to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamusta na blog? Huwalalang. Grabe naman itong buhay kong ito - punung-puno ng suspense. Grabe. Marami talagang nangyari sa akin kaya nga wala akong maikwento sa blog na ito eh. Ironic ba? Haha... ewan. Napakamonotonous ng Christmas namin ngayong taon na ito. Hay... pasensya na talaga Panginoong Diyos (haha... wala lang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm... gusto ko nga palang batiin ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hapi Bertdey&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mykol Kwiki (Michaelle Cueco)&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully, mabasa niya ito. Pero as far as I know, minsan na lamang siyang mag-internet. Anyway, tatawagan ko kaya siya? Ewan. Masyado ko nang dinodominate ang linya ng telepono. Alam niyo kasi, dial-up lang ang aming internet connection kaya naman once na i-connect ko ito, hindi na makakatawag ang sanlibutan (ipinatanggal na namin ang call-wait so that chances of disconnection could be minimized)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hay... ako ba ito? Sa pagkakaalam ko, hindi naman ako palakwento. Pero sa bagay, hindi ako makapaniwala na kahit papaano, nagiging makapal na rin ang aking mukha sa pag-eexpress ng aking sarili (through the fuckin' use of this electronically-operated blog? Ewan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So bakit nga pala gloomy ang Krismas mo, JP? (wow. hu da hell is JP?) Wala lang. Medyo laganap kasi ang atmosphere of war sa aming angkan. Grabe. Sana naman maayos na ito... maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Balang araw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Kasi naman eh! Bakit kasi nakasanayan ko na ang salitang ito? Ito ata ang dahilan kung bakit natatagalan ang lahat - tulad na lamang ng mga devices na hinahangad ko in the near future (there I go again, bitch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahaha... hanubayan. Bitchy talk. Hehehe... Wala lang. Ayoko nang maging bitchy. Hoy Nini, layasan mo na nga ang aking espirito! Ano ba iyan... ako ba ito? Nababangag na ako. Hindi ko nga alam kung ano ang patutunguhan ng entry na ito eh. Bukod pa riyan, hindi pa ako maka-connect sa YM. Siguro'y sira ang aming disfuctional internet connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hay... hindi rin ako makalabas ng bahay. Ewan. Bawal eh. Ayaw akong payagan ng dalawang elemento: ang aking pagod na katawan at ng aking butihing ina. Hay... ano ba iyan.. what the heck?! Pinapahaba ko lang ata ang entry na ito eh. What a bitchy entry. I hate this. Bitch! BITCH! Ayoko nang magmura ah, bad yun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marami ba talagang gagawin? Well, tingnan nalang natin sa pagtungtong ng pasukan (at kung dumating man iyon, siguradong bugbog sarado na ang palito kong stature)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At katulad nga ng sinabi ni Gidget, medyo wala akong kwentang kausap these past few days. Well, ganoon talaga ako - bangag na walang magawa sa buhay. Monotonous.  Odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Stereotypical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ewan. Lame. Engot. Yuck. Ha? Ulitin ko nga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; - onotonous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; - dd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;- tereotypical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; - wan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; - ame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; - ngot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; - uck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba iyan. Out of being in a state of nonsense, nakabuo pa ako ng isang acronym?! Ano ba iyan... (hoy Linnae, baka naman kung anu-ano na naman ang sabihin niyo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba iyan. Wala akong kwenta. Hayaan niyo, buburahin ko rin ito kapag dumating ang katinuan ng aking pag-iisip. Wala lang talaga akong magawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, kamusta naman ang Linnaeus 06? Ang saya naman ng drama nila noong Christmas Eve. Ayan tuloy, they urge me of wanting a new cellphone. Hehe... pero ewan ko. Gusto ko nga ba talaga ng cellphone? Who knows? (siyempre ikaw ang nakakaalam nun, tangingot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hay... umaatake na talaga ang heavy feeling of boredom. Nakakainis. Ano ba iyan. Natuturete na rin ako sa mga kantang paulit-ulit ko na lamang ipinapatugtog. Pagpasensyahan niyo na ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rant post ba itong maituturing? Ewan. Enjoy! Indulge! (indulge your ass, bitch!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pasensya na talaga. Hindi na rin ako nakapagbloghop. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-6413644195523370215?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/6413644195523370215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=6413644195523370215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/6413644195523370215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/6413644195523370215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2006/12/blisters-of-boredom.html' title='Blisters of Boredom'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-943884871728958711</id><published>2006-12-17T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T11:45:06.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Think None, I Speak Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ito ang mga panahon sa aking pamumuhay kung saan hindi ko masyadong feel ang energy na magpost sa isang blog, katulad na lamang ng blog na ito na maaaring naclick niyo lamang kung saan-saan. Gayunpaman, alam ko naman na pangkasalukuyan lamang ang nararamdaman kong ito. Alam niyo naman, iba talaga ang naidudulot ng mainit na kilma; ito ang dahilan kung bakit mainitin ang ulo ng karaniwan sa mga Pinoy - tulad ko, tulad mo, tulad nating lahat. At kung iyong mapapansin, nagsisimula na naman akong maging korni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, ganyan talaga ang buhay - minsan nakakatawa, minsan corny, minsan nakakairita, minsan malungkot, minsan nakakadepress at minsan naman ay suicidal. At ayan, inistorbo na naman ako ng aking butihing ina; dahilan kung bakit naputol ang aking flow of thought. At naku, nag-eexist pala ang pariralang "flow of thought" sa aking vocabulary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Iniisip ko man na wala masyadong nangyari sa aking buhay, hindi rin talaga maiiwasan na mangyari ang mga dapat mangyari. Bago ko pa man ikwento ang mga bagay-bagay, pasensya na kung medyo nalilito kayo sa aking mga pinagsasasabi. Ganyan talaga kapag bangag ang isang bangag (redundancy is in me, again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bago pa man sumapit ang Sabado, tinawagan ko na ang aking mga ka-grupo sa Humanities. Ipinagbigay alam ko sa kanila na kami ay magdadaos ng isang pagsasanay ukol sa isang sayaw na hindi pa namin napagkakasunduan kung ano man iyon noong mga oras na iyon. Isa-isa kong tinawagan sina Abe, Dane Marc at Dazelle sa kailaliman ng gabi. Nagpapasamalamt naman ako at pumayag si Abe na kami ay magsanay ng sayaw sa kanilang bahay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nang sumapit ang Sabado, sumikat ang araw (korni ko na naman) As usual, na-late na naman ako sa pinagkasunduan naming oras na ala-una ng hapon. Sa kabutihang palad, nakita ko sina Abe at Pia, kasama si Ihris. Nakita ko rin ang iba ko pang mga kaklase tulad na lamang nina Frances, Tam Tam, Clem, Lea at Lorraine sa KFC, habang sila ay kumakain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nang kami ay tumungo sa aming butihing eskwela, nakita ko naman ang aking kaklase na si Dazelle, na pawang alas-nuwebe pa naghihintay. Nakita ko rin ang aking butihing kaibigan na si Laurence, na pawang mahaba pa rin ang baba (hindi na dapat sabihin pa), kasama ang kanyang mapagmalasakit na ina na nagngangalang Arlene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And off we went. Nakadalawang sakay kami bago makarating sa mumunting bahay nina Abe. Kahit papaano naman ay napatunayan kong hindi naman pala ganoon kasungit ang itay ni Abe. Napakamaaalahanin pa nga niya sa kanyang mga panauhin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bago kami nagsimulang magformulate ng mga steps, sinalakay muna namin ang kompyuter ni Abe. Grabe, dahil nga sa DSL ang connection nila, naka-experience ako ng isang speed-of-light connection. Haha. Nag-search muna kami sa limewire ng kantang maaring malapatan ng steps at aayon sa uri ng sayaw na napili namin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At sa wakas, nakahanap rin kami ng kanta makalipas ang isang oras. Ang kanta namin ay "Jailhouse Rock" at ang aming sayaw ay boogie. Haha. Unti-unti kaming nakabuo ng mga steps. At kahit papaano naman, nakarating din sa wakas si Jan at nabuo namin ang steps. Una sa lahat, salamat nga pala mga gadgets ni Abe. Dahil sa kanilang mabilis na connection, nakanood pa kami ng mga Boogie lessons at kung anu-ano pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, akala ko ba, hindi ako magkukwento. Well, buti na lamang at inistorbo akong muli ng aking ina. Kung hindi, marami pa akong maikukwento, tulad na lamang ng randomized INTRAMS na gaganapin sa December 19-21. Hay naku, nakakainis talaga. Bakit kasi sa Basketball pa ako napunta?! Hay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sige, saka ko na lamang iyon ikukwento. Kung saka-sakali mang nakaabot ka sa parteng ito ng entry, salamat sa pagbabasa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hala. Nakalimutan ko na yung joke ni Gidget! Haha! Sige sa susunod na entry ko na lamang iyon ipopost. Haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-943884871728958711?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/943884871728958711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=943884871728958711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/943884871728958711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/943884871728958711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-i-think-none-i-speak-many.html' title='When I Think None, I Speak Much'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-2292722822493915379</id><published>2006-11-25T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:30:34.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I Speak Nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, wala na naman akong magawa sa buhay kaya naman napadpad ulit ako sa aking kinakalawang at inaalikabok na blog. Sige, narration nalang muna ako ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naku, naaalala ko tuloy yung hindi ko pagsipot sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Character Building Abstinence Program&lt;/span&gt;. Well, lahat naman ng mga nilalang ay eligible na makasali roon. Ang kailangan mo lamang ay humingi ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reply Slip&lt;/span&gt; kay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs. Torres&lt;/span&gt; and voila! Tapos na! Hahahahaha... extra curricular activity rin yun. Well, back to the ishtori!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niyaya kasi kami ni &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laurence&lt;/span&gt; na magpunta doon, nagbabakasakaling may mapulot kaming mga makabuluhang aral. Sa kasamaang palad, hindi ako pinayagan ni &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt; dahil ayaw raw niya ng walang kasama papuntang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MaSci&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahaha, ang babaw no? Saka alam na alam kong may kasalanan ako dahil hindi ko ito sinabi ng mas maaga sa aking &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(put the accent on the 2nd sylllable!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naku. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pang-iindian&lt;/span&gt; ba ang tawag sa ginawa ko? Hahahaha... inindian ko si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laurence&lt;/span&gt;?! Waaaaaaaa!!!!! Napakasuper-dooper makasalanan ko na talaga. Well, nag-apologize naman ako sa kanya eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ayun nga. Alam naman nating lahat na ngayon ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;distribution of cards&lt;/span&gt;. Naku, namomroblema talaga ako. Ayokong sabihin kung ano yung problema ko... pero bigyan ko kayo ng clue: yun lang naman yung project namin sa TLE! Waaaaaaaaaaa!!! Ayoko na, I'm so bangag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, kamusta naman ang mga nagbabagsakang grades? As usual, bagsak ako. Hahahahaha. Grabe, may OP experience nanaman akong naramdaman kanina. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-uusap kasi sina &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs. Bautista (nanay ni Tandang Laurence)&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs. Godoy (nanay ni Loribelle)&lt;/span&gt;. Then the conversation goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrs. Godoy (talking to Mrs. Bautista):&lt;/span&gt; Patingin naman ng card ng anak mo!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So ayun. Nagpalitan sila ng cards. Siyempre, alam naman nating MATALINO to the nth level si Loribelle kaya naman matataas ang grades niya. Same with Laurence. Tapos, biglang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako (while looking at Loribelle's card):&lt;/span&gt; Ang arte naman ng sulat ni Ma'am Francisco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrs. Godoy (looking at me):&lt;/span&gt; Patingin rin ng card mo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sabay smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So ayun nga. Doon ko na-feel ang pagiging OP. Kasi naman, salot lang ang aking card compared sa cards nila, considering na bigatin ang mga grades nila unlike me. Hay naku. Well, oki lang iyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Ang masasabi ko lang talaga ay ito: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I really hate English-related subjects!"&lt;/span&gt; Ayun lamang po. Lalo na iyang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Humanities&lt;/span&gt; na iyan, panira sa mundo. Ay, hindi pala... hindi pala yung Humanities ang panira. Basta, kilala niyo na kung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SINO&lt;/span&gt; yung panira. Oo, I'm using the word "SINO"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap talaga when you see couples making jugjug. Oo, mahirap talaga. Dahil ba sa nakaiinggit silang tingnan? Ewan. Bahala kayo. Hahahaah... so bakit ko naman ipinasok ang topic na iyan? Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling ko talaga, wala akong future. Nagdadalawang-isip ako sa course na aking tinahak, which happens to be the complicated world of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;. Ewan ko ba. Ganito kasi iyon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Engineering:&lt;/span&gt; Hindi ako magaling mag-drawing. Lagi rin akong bagsak sa mga diagrams ni Sir Bangayan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medicine:&lt;/span&gt; Takot ako sa dugo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero siyempre, pinakaayaw ko ang maging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lawyer&lt;/span&gt; (haller?!)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... so far kasi, ayun lang ang options ko. Grabe, bakit kaya wala man lang akong kalayaan? Hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naku,  sinabi sa akin ni &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juca&lt;/span&gt; yung title ng song na pinost ko sa aking previous entry. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love Fool" by The Cardigans&lt;/span&gt; raw yun. Wahehehehe.... ang galing naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May sinabi nanaman na joke sa akin si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gidget&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahahahaha.... masasabi ko bang korni? Pero nakakatawa talaga! Hahahaha... hala, mababangag nanaman ang mundo sa pagdating ng Monday. I'll tell the joke on my next update &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hala, ilang taon kaya ang hihintayin niyo?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... as usual, tinatamad nanaman akong gumawa ng assignments. Well, kailan ba ako sinipag? Hindi na kayo nasanay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige lalayas nanaman ako, leaving you again with a nonsense post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-2292722822493915379?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/2292722822493915379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=2292722822493915379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/2292722822493915379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/2292722822493915379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-i-speak-nonsense.html' title='Today, I Speak Nonsense'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-8845317170352535717</id><published>2006-11-15T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:14:22.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arf! Arf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love me, love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Say that you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fool me, fool me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go on and fool me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love me, love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pretend that you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leave me leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just say that you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wahahaha... ano nga ba ang title ng kantang iyan? Well, pumasok lamang ang kantang ito sa utak ko dahil kay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roland Malic&lt;/span&gt;, classmate ko noong 3rd year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grabe. Ang landi talaga ng mga tao ngayon. Oo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sobrang landi&lt;/span&gt;. Well, oki lang naman sa akin ang kalandian ng mga tao sa aking paligid, especially Linnaeus and Moseley. Wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Balik natin yung topic dun sa song mentioned above. Grabe, kahit na nakakaaliw yung melody ng kantang ito, masasabi mo pa ring emotional siya when it comes to the lyrics. Wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go on and fool me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love me, love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pretend that you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grabe. Wala lang. Bago nga pala kayo magreact, gusto ko lang palang linawin na hindi ako kasali sa domain ng thought ng kantang iyan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(naintindihan niyo ba ako? hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grabe. Lately, nararamdaman ko na ang ka-GChan ng mga tao sa aking paligid. Ayoko na. Napepressure ako dahil sa kanila. Ayokong nag-aaral at nagpapaka-GC dahil sa pressure. In the first place, hindi ko naman gawain ang mga iyon. Hay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ayoko na... pasensya na kung medyo walang kwenta ang post na ito. Pasensya na rin kung medyo mga rants ang nilalaman nito. Wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hanggang sa muli, paalam! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yuck, saan ko nga ba narinig itong line na ito... hay naku... T_T )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-8845317170352535717?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/8845317170352535717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=8845317170352535717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/8845317170352535717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/8845317170352535717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2006/11/arf-arf.html' title='Arf! Arf!'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-116206228435957073</id><published>2006-10-29T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:44:26.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinakaswerteng Tanga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Have you ever heard such word? Well, kung sa tingin mo ay ikaw ang tinutukoy ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, simulan mo nang ayusin ang buhay mo. You don't know what you are missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When someone makes a masterpiece (e.g. novel), critics would normally say that it is a reflection of a part of his life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Huwag kayong maniwala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kasi minsan, may mga authors na taliwas sa kanilang saloobin ang mga contents na inilalagay nila sa kanilang literary work. Gayunpaman, any kind of deed can be considered a STUPID deed. Nevertheless, hindi ko pa rin maimagine na MAY iilang mga taong gumagawa ng isang post na taliwas sa kanilang nararamdaman. What's the point of sharing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mamatay na ang lahat ng ganun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Including me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wait, bago ka umalis ng blog, would you at least check the time this post was published. I hate to say this though, but the clock here's a little bit accurate. No, I'm not fishing. It IS accurate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At ano naman ang meron sa oras? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para naman malaman mo ang oras ng aking kamatayan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nice post, Seiji! I never thought you could be this happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-116206228435957073?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/116206228435957073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=116206228435957073&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/116206228435957073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/116206228435957073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2006/10/pinakaswerteng-tanga.html' title='Pinakaswerteng Tanga'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-116200543274385530</id><published>2006-10-28T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:44:26.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Realized, I Have Been Dreaming For So Long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nakow! Wala pa pala akong post for the month of October. Well, for the sake of posting ay magpopost na muna ako. Well, kumusta naman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seiji?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grabe. Naalala ko tuloy yung mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;open forums&lt;/span&gt; na pinagdaanan ko noong semestral break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*Open Forum ng Moseley:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Moseley:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sabihin mo na kasi sa amin! Wala namang makakalabas eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ano ba kayo! Sa Linnae nga, hindi ko pa nasasabi... sa inyo pa? (hahaha, I sounded harsh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Moseley:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ang arte naman eh, sige na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*Open Forum ng Linnaeus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Linnaeus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ano nga John Paul, sagutin mo na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ayoko nga eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Linnaeus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ganun pala... sige huwag niyo na siyang pilitin. Hindi niya tayo pinagkakatiwalaan. Buti pa yung blog, nag-open up siya... sa Linnae, hinde. Huwag na natin siyang pilitin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hay... ayoko na. No comment muna ah. Basta mahal na mahal na mahal ko talaga ang Linnae! At para naman sa Moseley, mahal ko kayo at sana ay mas maging smooth pa ang flow ng ating pagsasama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So ayun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oo nga pala. Can you believe it, inaway ko &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nanaman&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laurence Bautista&lt;/span&gt; sa YM. Hahahaha. Pero hopefully, hindi siya affected. Hindi naman ako totally galit nun eh (galit nga ba ako? haha!) He didn't take it seriously, though. Pero napansin ko, lagi siyang masaya sa tuwing kausap ko siya? Well, nakasama niya kasi si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;***tooot***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; mula Wednesday to Friday. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So ayun, ulit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grabe. After ilang months of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maintaining&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(cough! cough! Ang alikabok kaya!)&lt;/span&gt; my blog, I decided to change my lay-out. Default lay-out muna ang drama ko, owkie? Well, what'cha say? Para sa akin, okie naman ang kinalabasan. Mas madaling basahin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So ayun, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For those who are willing to exchange links, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM WILLING&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Weird nanaman ako. At para naman sa lahat ng mga naaaksidenteng makapindot ng link ng blog ko, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would you please acknowledge your presence by simply tagging on the tagboard (yuck nanaman) at the left side of the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So ayun, nanaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the past days of sitting here in front of the computer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ay hindi pala computer, Pascal lang pala. Dukha lang kami)&lt;/span&gt; I realized that the only thing that made me feel alive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ha?)&lt;/span&gt; was the five-letter word which is popularly known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUSIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabi nga ni &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juca&lt;/span&gt;, hindi ka ba nasasawa? Or should I say, hindi ba ako natuturete? For the past few days, all I did was making my eardrum bleed. Fortunately, walang pagdurugong naganap. How I wished na meron. Haha. Pero seriously, buti nalang hindi nagdugo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love my senses.&lt;/span&gt; Kaya nga lamang, most people have been accusing me lately &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"manhid"&lt;/span&gt; these past few... weeks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I think?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So ayun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naging makabuluhan naman ang aking semestral break. Pero iyon ay hindi dahil sa mga mountains of assignments that our teachers threw on us. Instead, it is because of the love that I felt when I'm with those two groups of weirdos - Linnaeus and Moseley. Grabe, with all those jolly people around me, I could ask for no more. How blessed I am. Unfortunately, the word blessed doesn't mean that life on earth is creaseless. Sabi nga nila eh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Our most glorious blessings come from our most painful experiences.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wow, sosyal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grabe. Kung saan saan na napunta itong post na ito. I thought this was going to be short. Well, masyado talagang mabait si God. Gusto niya marami akong mai-share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ano naman kaya ang kahihinatnan ko sa pagdating ng Monday? Wala pa akong nagagawang kahit ano, could you believe that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha, I'm dead; but I don't have to worry. There are a LOT of people to catch me if I fall (haha, ang drama ko nanaman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-116200543274385530?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/116200543274385530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=116200543274385530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/116200543274385530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/116200543274385530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-never-realized-i-have-been-dreaming.html' title='I Never Realized, I Have Been Dreaming For So Long...'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-115911148702337183</id><published>2006-09-24T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:44:26.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0.001% of Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan. Medyo nailabas ko na ang ilan sa aking mga hinaing. Hahaha. Oo, naglagay ako ng entry doon sa mas luma kong blog. Pero as if naman na sasabihin ko sa inyo. Discover for yourselves. Pero as if naman na magbibigay effort kayo para hanapin ang blog na iyon. In the first place, blog nga ba iyon? Baka nga notepad ko lang iyon eh. Hahahaha. Nalilito na ba kayo? Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Grabe. Hindi ako makapaniwalang gabi nanaman ako matutulog. Hay... Grabe. Napupudpod na ang daliri ko sa kakatype. Pero hindi dahil sa loads of things na kailangan kong gawin sa eskwela kung hindi ay dahil sa dami ng aking hinaing. Kanina lamang ay parang machine gun na walang tigil ang aking pagtatype. Hahaha. Pagod na pagod na nga akong magtype eh. Hehehehe... ayan. Kahit papaano ay nagagawa ko na ulit tumawa. Basta tandaan mo John Paul, dapat take time to ponder on... certain things. Akala siguro ng iba diyan, wala akong pakialam sa kanila. Kung alam niyo lang sana... kayo ang laman ng isip ko buong gabi. Oo, medyo marami kayo. Masyado na kasi akong makasalanan eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gusto ko nang ibalik yung dating John Paul Abad. Well, tamad rin siya pero mas gusto ko yung ugali niya, unlike now. Hay... Sige. Napupudpod na ang daliri ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sige paalam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-115911148702337183?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/115911148702337183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=115911148702337183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/115911148702337183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/115911148702337183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2006/09/0001-of-rants.html' title='0.001% of Rants'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-115775758474089258</id><published>2006-09-09T06:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:44:26.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hay... Ewan. Wala lang. Sinubukan ko lang mag-add ng entry kasi baka kinakalawang na ang aking writing skills. Ang totoo nga rin niyan, wala pa akong napapasang mga artifacts. Nagulat nga ako nung Friday dahil nagpost NANAMAN si Ma'am De Leon ng bagong artifact. Hay.... ano nang gagawin ko? Nakakadiscourage kasi yung pinakaunang artifact na ibinigay niya eh. Pinakaayaw ko sa lahat ang gumawa ng isang magazine ekek. Hay... ayoko na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bwisit din talaga iyang sinat ko. Pinahirapan talaga ako buong Thursday at Friday. Kaya naman napakatamlay ko raw nung mga araw na iyon. Grabe. Namiss ko nga ang aming skul eh. Isang araw lang naman ako nawala. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grabe. Lagot na rin ako sa TLE. Nagsimula raw kasi yung jobs namin nung Thursday, the day when I was absent. Akalain mo iyon? Siguradong matotodas nanaman ako sa Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kailangan ko na talagang mag-bagongbuhay. Halos bagsak lahat ang aking grades! Hay... eto na ata ang pinakamababang set of grades na nakuha ko sa aking pag-aaral sa MaSci. Hay... at siguradong ayun din ang nafefeel ng iba. Grabe. Ang baba ko sa Physics! Well, I deserve all the marks I got. Kaya lang, bakit hindi man lang sila magbigay ng consideration since 4th yr na kami at lalayas na kami sa MaSci? Yung high grades na nga lamang ang maireregalo nila sa amin tapos hindi pa nila maibigay.... Hay... What a GC talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speaking of GC... feeling ko, medyo naging GC ako ngayon 4th year. Yun nga lamang, GC na tamad. Haha... gets niyo ba? Ang totoo kasi niyan, mayroong isang taong nag-impluwensiya sa akin... and that person is connected to the word *o**. Hahah. Ang landi ko nanaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speaking of malandi... ang landi talaga nung ginawang script ni Laurence. At oo nga pala... manonood din pala si Gidget bangag sa aming practice. Hindi raw siya magiging distraction... well, lets see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang saya talaga nung CS namin nung Friday! Despite na kaunti lamang kami ay nagawa pa rin naming magsaya. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Napansin ko rin na maraming nag oonline na Linnae these past few days eh. Grabe. Ano kayang dahilan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naaadik na talaga ako sa Sponge Cola! Hahahaha... well, dati pa ako adik dun eh. It's just that yung kanta nilang Neon ang talaga namang tumagos sa aking puso [ang drama!].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sige hanggang dito na muna. Feeling ko talaga, kinakalawang na ang aking writing skills... pasensya na kung medyo bangag ang post na ito. Sige bye bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-115775758474089258?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/115775758474089258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=115775758474089258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/115775758474089258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/115775758474089258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2006/09/testing.html' title='Testing...'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-115694928568630319</id><published>2006-08-30T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:44:26.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antayteld</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grabe. Hello blag! Hello bah-lag! Wala lang. Magbubuhos ulit ako... ng mainit na tubig. Wala lang. Grabe. Sana'y ma-cancel nalang ang lahat na parang dalawang vectors of equal magnitude but opposite in direction. Sana'y mabura nalang ang lahat na parang isang doodle na kinukulayan mo ng white. Sana'y maglaho na lamang ang lahat na tulad ng isang tubig na kapag pinakuluan ay nagiging isang singaw. Wala lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ako yun. But not exactly me. Ang gulo no? Wala lang. Ganun talaga ang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;John Paul-ish style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; of sharing thoughts. Wala lang. Masakit nga pala... oo, masakit. Pero nasa state pa ako ng denial. Saka parang nag-assuage siya nang kaunti dahil sa iilang mga taong naka-usap ko sa YM. Grabe. Salamat talaga! Mayroon pa pala akong mga masasandalan sa oras ng problema. Hehe... salamat talaga... yun nga lamang, parang I'm numbing the pain for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabi nga sa Harry Potter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow... alam ko pala yung quote na yun. Pero grabe... naaawa ako sa sarili ko. Mamaya, siguradong tatagas ang sakit... ang mga luha... ang drama... ang drama ko naman. Hahaha! Nakakaawa talaga ako! Hahahaha! Sige tawa pa! Hehe... sige!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-115694928568630319?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/115694928568630319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=115694928568630319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/115694928568630319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/115694928568630319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2006/08/antayteld.html' title='Antayteld'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-115656760931169310</id><published>2006-08-26T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:44:26.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Life at Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya talaga ng high school life. Yun nga lamang, masaya na masakit. Napaka-immature ko pa talaga. Pero I love being childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpakitang gilas nga pala ang mga 3rd and 4th years sa Sabayng Bigkas kahapon. Grabe. Naging issue nga daw yun sa forum ng 3rd years eh. Gayunpaman, wala akong pakialam. Masyado akong maraming dinadalang problema at ayoko nang makisawsaw sa isang napakawalang kwentang issue. Hay... napansin ko lang lately na masyado na akong nagiging selfish. Siguro ganito lang talaga pag problemado. Ayoko na. I hate the present John Paul Abad. Masyado na siyang selfish. Masyado na siyang maraming dinadalang problema. Kahit na walang assignments, lagi pa rn siyang stressed at problemado. Siguro, isa itong ebidensya na ang buhay ay mayroon ding "foreshadowing". Siguro'y pinapaalam lang sa akin ni God na mas marami pa akong pagsubok na haharapin sa future. Gayunpaman, feeling ko talaga, hindi ko na ma-eendure ang aking mga future problems. Ang hirap talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahapon, sinikap kong mag-escape from stress. Naging energetic ako. Hehe. Yung mga Linnae at Einstein [especially Jean!], pinatawa nila ako nung Sabayang Bigkas namin! Ahahahaha... okie lang naman sa akin yun. Nagalit nga sa akin sina Ihris dahil binigay daw nila yung best nila... tapos ako... hay... ayoko nang idagdag iyon sa mga problema ko noh. Lilipas din ang kanilang galit... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. 'Enjoy all you can' ang drama ko sa GBox. Sinamahan ko ang Linnae hanggang sa kadulu-duluhan. Minsan nalang mangyayari ang mga ganun. Ayokong magkaroon ng mga regrets, okie? Mahirap na... Ayoko talaga... namimiss ko na nga ang Linnae eh. At siguro, dapat ko na ring i-maximize ang time ko for Moseley. May priorities na ako: High School Life. I-maximize ang time with friends. Ewan. Dapat nga daw, GC kami ngayong 4th year. Pero feeling ko, hindi ko na magagawa iyon. Sa College nalang? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ayun nga. Kasi naman, bonded na rin kaming mga Moseley. Ayokong mamiss sila during summer. Ayokong mangulila ako sa kanila tulad na lamang ng pangungulila ko sa Linnae. Grabe. Lagi ko namang kasama ang Linnae. Pero nangungulila ako sa aming mga 3rd year days. Namimiss ko na ang aming classroom. Namimiss ko na ang iba't-ibang uri ng mga Linnae wars na naganap sa aming mumunting classroom tulad nang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kapag testing day kasi, tahimik ang Linnae [bihira lang kaming maging tahimik!]. Tahimik naman, pero may sisigaw na "Shut up Allister!" or "Shut up nguso". Tapos biglang magkakaroon na ng chain reaction at biglang iingay na ang buong classroom. Hahahahahah. I miss those days. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Namimiss ko na yung 15-minute war na sinimulan namin ni Gidget. Nagbatuhan kami ng mga empty bottle at kung anu-ano pa. Hahahahaha. Nagalit nga si Iric nun eh. Hehehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Namimiss ko na yung pag-stay namin sa hallway ng classroom. Ang lamig kasi dun. Ang sarap mag-stay dun lalo na kapag kasama ko ang Linnae, Marconi at Padolina.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Grabe. Ayoko nang mag-enumerate. Baka matulad lang ako kay Holden Caulfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't tell anybody anything. Because if you do, you'll start missing them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At sa tingin ko, that's what I am doing with my blog. Sinasabi ko na ang lahat sa blog na ito. At sa tingin ko, kulang pa ang capacity ng aking mga daliri upang mailagay ang lahat ng aking mga memories. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang swerte ko naman. Pinasaya ako ng lahat ng mga nakilala ko sa MaSci especially Padolina, Marconi, Linnaeus and Moseley. Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan. Masyado pa rin akong stressed. Pero at least, naibuhos ko na ang ilan sa aking mga hinaing. Ayoko na talagang umusad ang oras. Grabe. Fully-loaded with summative tests ang week ko ngayon. Absent kasi ako noong nagtest kami sa Pinoy. Kaya naman may summative test ako sa Pinoy AT Social Studies on Monday. Sana nga wala si Ma'am Purificacion Jacob eh... para naman ma-alleviate ang stress. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Napaka-hot ko naman. Naiirita ako sa iilang mga tao. At lalong mas maiinis ako kung may isa man sa inyo na magtatanong sa akin kung sino/sinu-sino iyon/mga iyon. Oo, tama. Ganun iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Nakakaiyak talaga ang stress na ito. Hindi ko mabudget ang oras ko. Gusto kong matulog. Pero alam ko na stress pa rin ang aabutin ko sa paggising. Grabe. Kulang pa ako ng dalawang check-up sa doctor. Siguradong aabsent nanaman ako in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko na. Ayoko na... hay... Hindi ko pa nailalagay ang 25% ng aking hinaing sa entry na ito... Hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung alam lang sana... kung alam lang sana... grr!!! Ayoko na. Iyak na ako. Ayoko kasing ipaalam. Dahil ayoko. Ayoko. Self matters. Ayokong nagshashare ng aking mga problemang deep-below-the-abyss ang lalim. Ahahahahaha. Balu-baluktot na ako. I'm so illiterate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige ayan muna. Ewan. Sana talaga huwag na itong bisitahin ng mga tao. Hehe. Sige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh-bye John Paul! Ano kaya ang aking kahihinatnan? Tsk tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-115656760931169310?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/115656760931169310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=115656760931169310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/115656760931169310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/115656760931169310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2006/08/high-school-life-at-stress.html' title='High School Life at Stress'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-115614670533398418</id><published>2006-08-21T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:44:26.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Death Anniversary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa tuwing sumasapit ang ika-21 ng Agosto ay ginugunita natin ang anibersaryo ng pagkamatay ni Benigno "Ninoy" Aquino. Kung ako siguro ang naging isa sa mga mapapalad na apo niya'y talaga namang malulungkot ako sa araw na ito. Gugugulin ko na lamang ang aking oras sa kama habang iniisip ang mga kabayanihang kanyang nagawa para sa bayan. Sa kasamaang palad, kami'y dukha lamang. Hindi dumadaloy sa aming dugo ang dugong Aquino. Kaya naman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grabe! Ang saya naman ng araw na ito! Una sa lahat, birthday kasi ni Ihris! Hehe. Nagpunta nga pala kaming school para gunitain ang anibersaryo ng pagkamatay ni Ninoy Aquino. Ngunit ang lahat ng aming pagod ay nauwi lamang sa wala. Ngunit hindi naman "LAHAT".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nagkaroon din naman ng bonding moment ang Moseley. Grabe. Naging mga nomads kami sa Jollibee dahil sa paghihintay ng pagbubukas ng SM. At dahil sa kakulangan ng mga upuan ay pinaalis kami nung guard. How harsh. He's so harsh. He'sh sho harsh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nung nag ten 'o clock na, babush Jollibee na ang drama ng mga tao. Kumain muna kami sa Greenwhich [hindi ko alam ang spelling! ano ba yan!], habang ang iba naman ay talagang sosyal at kumain sa Pizza Hut [sagot lahat ni ET]. Namalimos nga lang ako kay Abychu at Laurence eh, kaya naman sulit talaga ang aking kain. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pagkatapos kumain, nagpa-picture ulit kami. Grabe. Napaka-limited ng aming poses. Wala lang. Hindi ko feel ang aming kalayaan upang gumawa ng sariling madramang picture, dahilan sa pangingialam ng isang napakawalang kwentang photographer. Pero okie lang naman. Maganda pa rin naman ang kinalabasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;First Pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/576/aug2118yd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/576/aug2118yd8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Second Pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2741/aug2117yt9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2741/aug2117yt9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Pose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/5043/aug2116zn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/5043/aug2116zn4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pagkatapos magpictorial [mas sosyal ang term!], nagpunta kami sa QUANTUM upang magliwaliw. Grabe. Hindi ko talaga alam kung paano ako nakapagsaya doon nang hindi gumagasta. Hehe. Dukha kasi ako nung mga times na iyon. Grabe. Sumayaw kami nina Lorraine sa isang napakadeffective na Dance Dance Revolution. Naglaro rin ng drums effect ang mga moshlis. Nanggigigil nga si Laurence dun sa tambol eh. Si Kam Kam naman, iniisip si Pedro habang nagbebeat [joke! peace tayo Kam!] Si Lea, Darren at Frances naman ay nagpakitang gilas sa larangan ng Dance Mania [tama ba ako? yung may kamay effect] Naglaro din kami nung mga alien na pinupukpok [ahahahaha, nandaya na nga lang kami dun eh]. Masaya rin yung spot the difference dun sa photo ekek [courtesy of Nephele, Anna Rose and company, featuring Moseley] Pagkatapos nun ay umuwi na rin kami. Grabe. Nagwithdraw si Laurence, bumili ng mais si Lea, nagkandawalaan ang Moseley. Ngunit sa huli ay namayagpag pa rin ang kabutihan. Nagkita-kita rin kami! Pagkatapos noon ay masaya kaming naglakad sa ilalim ng madramang ulan. Nagsimula kaming maghiwalay-hiwalay ng landas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ngunit hindi naman completely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kasama kong dumaan sa underpass sina Lea taba at Laurence tangkad. Bumili nga si Laurence ng dalawang Bavarian at drinks sa Mister Donut. Ngunit dahil nga sa maraming mga batang pasaway na gutom sa lugar na iyon, nasnatch ang isang donut ni Laurence. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Matapos noon ay sumakay kami ng jeepney hanggang sa makaabot kami ng Pedro Gil. Nang bumaba kami sa waiting shed, saka na kami TALAGANG naghiwalay-hiwalay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At doon nagtatapos ang isang storyang naganap noong anibersaryo ng kamatayan ni Ninoy &lt;/span&gt;Aquino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-115614670533398418?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/115614670533398418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=115614670533398418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/115614670533398418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/115614670533398418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-death-anniversary.html' title='Some Death Anniversary?'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-115416908008187087</id><published>2006-07-29T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:44:26.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tons of Work To Do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello guys! I’m here again for another post. Well, this is just a quick update of what to expect in the next few days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;On Sunday, I have to attend the Refresher Course as a preparation for the incoming entramce examinations (eg UPCAT, ACET, etc.) If you are a senior this school year, passing the entrance examinations is probably your top priority.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also need to finish my ten-paged project in Economics! Hahahah! And I'm still on the process of gathering mounts of resources. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also need to finish the novel "To Kill A Mockingbird"! We need to make a reaction paper which is due on Monday! Waaa! I have only finished halfway! Hahahahah! Seems that I have to rely on chapter summaries again. Bad Seiji.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also need to finish the two artifacts that I did not submit on Filipino. One's about making a poem and the other's a comic strip. The problem is that I am not fond of making poems! And my God-given hand is not specialized in the field of drawing! Waaaa! What should I do?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's all. I will be posting two entries this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sssh... I really sound dumb in English. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-115416908008187087?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/115416908008187087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=115416908008187087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/115416908008187087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/115416908008187087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2006/07/tons-of-work-to-do.html' title='Tons of Work To Do!'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-115289214400675627</id><published>2006-07-14T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:44:26.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Yahoo Messenger Archive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi yah! Grabe! Halos kailan lang... at ngayon, I'm here again para sa isa pang entry sa aking blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, first thing's first. Papalitan na ang aming principal. Hindi na si Ma'am Herson kung hindi ay si she-who-must-not-be-named. Haha. Ala lang. Sabi nila, "napromote" daw siya eh. Ganun ba ang napromote? Nagiging principal ng Torres High School? Like, "haller?!". Haha. Wala lang. Hindi ko nakita yung performance ni Laurence! Hahahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O ayan. Ikukwento ko nalang yung aking YM experience ngayong araw na ito. Nakaayos ito by order... kung sino yung unang pumansin sa akin. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laurence Martin Bautista (7/14/2006 7:42:25 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Ayan. Si Laurence pala ang unang pumansin sa akin. Haha! Nakakatawa talaga yung sinend niya sa aking link. Hahahahahahah! Dun pala niya nakuha yung "LOSER!!!" Hahahahaha! Grabe. What a video. Grabe. Wala talaga akong masabi. Hahahahahahahaha!!! Grabe. Tinamad lang daw siya kaya kami walang praktis. Tsk tsk tsk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Roland Andre' Malic (7/14/2006 7:51:07 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Ayan! Si Malic naman yung sunod. Hahahaha. Yung status ko kasi nung mga times na iyan ay: "Bawal akong pansinin nung ISA diyan." Haha. Wala lang. Usually kasi, yung "ISANG" yun ang unang pumapansin sa akin eh. Wala lang. So ayun nga, nagbuh-bye lang si Malic sa buong list niya. Tapos sabi ko, sana maalala ko na ibabalik ko pala ang mga pictures na hiniram ko sa kanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maricar Ricardos (7/14/2006 7:54:26 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Ayan! Tinatanong niya kasi sa akin yung author nung "The Rat Trap". Hulaan niyo kung anong sinabi ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  "It's Selma Langerlof, bitch!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Hahaha! So who's the bitch now? Hahahaha. Ako!!!!!! Ang sama ko talaga! Hahahahahah! Sorry talaga Maricar!!!! Nabangag lang talaga ako. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pauline Gidget Estella (7/14/2006 7:56:21 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Grabe. Ang tagal pala naming nag-usap. Halos three hours. Hahahah! Kasi nga, lasinggera itong babaeng ito. Kidnapper pa. Tsk tsk tsk... anong pinag-usapan namin? It'sh none up yur bishnish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dazelle Ane Reyes (7/14/2006 8:05:11 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Ayan! Nag-hi ako kay Dazelle. At grabe. Nag-away pa kami dahil lang sa pangalan niya. Hahahahaha! Hulaan niyo nga ang whole name ni Dazelle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  (a) Dazelle Ann Reyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  (b) Dazelle Anne Reyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  (c) Dazelle An Reyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  And the answer is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Dazelle Ane Reyes! Ay naku... halos mahilo ako diyan. Hahahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mikhail Oñate (7/14/2006 8:11:49 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Grabe. Nakakalungkot kaya yung tanong niya... wala lang. Pasensya na talaga sa kanya kung hindi ko sinagot yung tanong niya. Naisip ko lang na hindi ako yung tamang tao na dapat magkuwento tungkol dun. Haha. Wala lang. Anyway, nagtanong din siya sa TLE. At grabe... wala pala ako nung TLE nung Wednesday... hahahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sectumsempra_kedavra (7/14/2006 8:14:01 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  ahahahaha! Hulaan niyo kung sino iyan! Isang manloloko! Hahahahah! Good friend ko naman iyan eh. Heheheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Allister Kim Ramos (7/14/2006 8:28:30 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  O ayan! Walang kwenta yung usapan namin ni Allister. Nag-hello lang siya sa akin, tapos umalis na! Hahaha! At least, hindi niya nakakaligtaan ang mag-hello sa akin. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lean Carlo Celis (7/14/2006 8:43:32 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Isa rin siya sa mga nabiktima ni sectumsempra_kedavra. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Loribelle Godoy (7/14/2006 8:55:21 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Okie. Ito na yung aking classmate nung 2nd year. Hahaha. Wala lang. Ewan ko ba kung bakit naging maldita iyan... haha. Pero siyempre, may love life na siya. Nag-hello ako sa kanya... tapos kaunting asaran... as usual.. haha. Mabait talaga iyan si Loribelle! Wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pia Angelyn Sandoval (7/14/2006 9:04:47 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Magdiwang daw ang Moseley dahil walang praktis bukas. Hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jermaine Luis Agnasin (7/14/2006 9:15:12 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Wala lang. Binati ko lang silang mga 4th year dahil nilampaso nila sa DOTA ang mga juniors... hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jan Henrykson Angeles (7/14/2006 9:19:32 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Ayan! Kasi nacurious ako dun sa question ni Mikhail. Tanong ni Mikhail, "Ano ba yung mga pinapadala ni Sir Bangayan?" Ayan. Kaya tinanong ko si Jan. Hahaha. Sabi naman ni Jan, wala daw... plate lang daw. Hahaha. So ayun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karl Ezra Pilario (7/14/2006 9:29:12 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Wala lang. Tinanong ko lang kung bakit hindi siya sumali dun sa conference. Sabi niya, nasa laptop daw kasi siya eh. Sosyal. Hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christian Alan Vibar (7/14/2006 9:29:34 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Ayan Tinanong ko rin si Barvi tungkol sa TLE. Wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anna Nicole Pura (7/14/2006 9:33:40 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Wala lang. Tinanong ko lang kung si "neyney" ba yung pinapatamaan niya sa stat niya. Sabi niya... si Mykol daw. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bernard Jude Gutierrez (7/14/2006 9:56:46 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Mag-tag daw kami sa blog niya. Wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Darren Soriano (7/14/2006 10:01:40 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Ay naku! Malanjutay talaga itong Darren na ito. Hahaha. Pero ako unang pumansin sa kanya. May sinabi ako sa kanya... na produkto ng aking kasamaan... hahah! Pero hindi ako galit kay ********! At wala din akong crush dun sa sinasabi mo! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So ayun nga. Si Darren na pala yung last kong nakausap. Kasi inaantok na rin ako nun eh. Wala lang. Tapos, ginawa ko pa itong entry na ito... hahahaha! Ay naku. May napepredict akong mangyayari bukas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"May malalate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wala lang. Buh-bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-115289214400675627?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/115289214400675627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=115289214400675627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/115289214400675627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/115289214400675627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-yahoo-messenger-archive.html' title='Some Yahoo Messenger Archive'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-115279047698430126</id><published>2006-07-13T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:44:26.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Namasyal (Mwuhahahahaha!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello ulit! Wow! Hindi ako makapaniwala... nag-update ulit ako. Sadly, wala pa akong iniinform tungkol dito sa aking napakawalang kwentang blog. Under Construction pa kasi eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ayan! Magkukwento muna ako!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday, July 9, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ito yung araw na ang dami kong ginawa... este, "NAMIN". Magsisimba lang naman kami... sa Tagaytay. Hello?! Like, "duh?"?! Haha. Wala lang. So ayun nga. Matagal-tagal ko na ring pinangarap dumaan sa Cavite... I mean, matagal ko nang pinangarap ang masilayan ang mga tanawin dun. Actually nagpupunta naman kami dun eh. Pero sa shortcut kami dumadaan... papuntang Bacoor yun.. yung bahay sa may Bacoor. O ayan. So bakit Cavite ang pinag-uusapan natin e sa Tagaytay nga kami pumunta? Wala lang... siyempre, sa Cavite muna kami daraan before we reach Tagaytay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So ayun nga. Grabe. Ang lamig talaga ng simoy ng hangin dun. Parang aircon. Haha. Tapos, ang laki pa nung simbahan, compared dun sa amin. Saka modernized talaga sila to the highest level! Nakalagay talaga sa "slideshow" ang kanilang mga reminders ekek chuva. At grabe. Uulitin ko ulit ito for the nth time... ang lamig talaga dun! Hahah! Sana dun nalang kami nakatira. Huwahahahah! Pero sadly, hindi masyadong maliwanag ang sound system ng church nila. At bukod pa dun, hindi pa masyadong maliwanag magsalita yung mga nagbabasa! Tapos... yung rev. father pa nila! [!!!!] Ay naku... para siyang lasing! Ay naku... ansama ko naman. Halos makatulog na ako... ang lamig kasi dun eh. Buti nalang, naintindihan ko pa rin yung "essence" ng sinabi nung pari. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapos... dahil nga medyo tanghaling tapat na... naghanap kami ng kainan. Para naman makalamon na kami. Haha. Hulaan niyo kung saan kami kumain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;McDonalds? Nah... ilang beses na akong kumain dun eh! [Hello!? May McDonalds malapit sa MaSci...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chowking? Pede rin... kaso nakakasawa na rin eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leslie's? Haha... mahal dun noh. Saka kahit papaano naman, na-try na rin namin kumain dun. Doon ko na-realize na "ayoko" ng sisig! Haha! Saka dun dati nagdate sina Sir Arcilla at Ma'am Basco. Baka makakita kami ng panda saka-sakaling pumunta ulit kami dun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So ayun nga. Saan ba kami kumain? Actually, hindi masyadong maunlad ang civilization doon. Pero I tell you, sulit naman ang mga pagkain dun. Haha. Ang name ng kainan na yun ay... tantananantantan! [haha, tama ba spell ko]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MUSHROOMBURGER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahah... Okie. Idedescribe ko yung kainan. Katulad nga ng sabi ko, hindi siya masyadong modernized. Pero katulad nga "DIN" ng sabi ko, parang may aircon sa Tagaytay. Kaya naman parang well-circulated ang aircon sa lugar na iyon--kahit na wala silang aircon. Saka nakakatuwa talaga yung train dun! Haha! Saka meron pa silang exhibit ng mga mushrooms. Haha! Ano ba yan. Napakaredundant na ng aking pagtawa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So ayun nga [ay naku... redundant talaga ako]. Grabe. Karaniwan ng mga delicacies nila dun ay may mushroom. At doon ko lang din narealize na "I HATE MUSHROOMS!" Buti nalang, burger steak ang inorder ko. At grabe. May ice cream sila dun. [May mushroom din kaya yun? Like, duh?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ayan! Pagkatapos namin kumain, nagpunta kami dun sa playground malapit sa kainan. At grabe. I can say na isa siyang "munting paraiso". Nag-wish kami dun sa wishing well. Haha. Redundant nanaman. Pagkatapos nun, nag seesaw kami ng mga kapatid ko! Hahahaha! Ayan tuloy masakit yung tuhod ko nung araw na yun. Ang bibigat kasi nila. Tapos, nag-swing kami! Hahahaha! Ang lamig talaga dun! Pagkatapos naming mag-asal bata, umupo kami dun sa shed. Hahaha. Ay naku. Ang jugjug talaga ng mga parents ko. Haha. Pero natural na siyempre yun sa mga mag-asawa. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapos, may nakita pa kaming pusa dun! Haha! Kasi kamukha niya yung dati naming pusa na ang pangalan ay "Shao-Shao". Kaya yun. Hinimas-himas namin siya. Talagang ang cute ng pusa! Balak na nga naming iuwi eh! Kaya lang... waaaahh!!!! Naku! May hairfall na yung pusa! Punung-puno ng balahibo yung suot namin! Hahaha! Nagalit tuloy sina mama. Kaya hindi na namin inuwi. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At ayun. Pagkatapos nun, pumunta kami ng Parañaque! Haha. Ang layo naman... ewan. Pero siyempre, umuwi muna kami ng bahay. Hindi na sumama yung mga kapatid ko. Actually, ayoko na din sumama papuntang Parañaque. Kaya lang, may pinapabili ako sa kanila. Kaya yun. Sumama ako. Grabe. Ang pangalan pa nung kaibigan nina Papa at Mama ay "JP". Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So ayun. Grabe. Haha! Ayun lang ang masasabi ko nung araw na iyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At ngayon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday, July 13, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grabe. Kanina lang, ang sipag kong magtype dito. Pero ngayon... parang naubusan ako ng energy. Wala lang... bukas ko nalang ikukwento ah! Sige... Kailangan ko talaga itong makwento bukas!!!! Grrr!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24473835-115279047698430126?l=seijikawazu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/feeds/115279047698430126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24473835&amp;postID=115279047698430126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/115279047698430126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24473835/posts/default/115279047698430126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seijikawazu.blogspot.com/2006/07/namasyal-mwuhahahahaha.html' title='Namasyal (Mwuhahahahaha!)'/><author><name>John Paul Abad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10034557158713818528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q215/seiji_kawazu07/DSC02918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24473835.post-115211806498138197</id><published>2006-07-06T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:44:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm... Ah? Wala Lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wala lang. Ewan ko ba kung bakit naisipan kong gumawa ng isang napakawalang kwentang blog. Una sa lahat, hindi ako matiyagang mag-update. Pangalawa, ang dami ko nang mga blog accounts pero puro nagiging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;haunted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; lamang ang mga ito. At pangatlo... ang pangatlo... wala lang. So bakit ko nga ba naisipang gumawa ULIT ng panibagong blog for the nth time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Noong weekend kasi, pinasend ko kay Gidget lahat ng mga pictures ng Linnae. Well, hindi naman niya lahat nasend. Pero siyempre, enough na rin yun to reminisce (tama ba spelling ko?) the times we [Linnaeus] had during the past school year. Wala lang. Habang tinititigan ko yung picture ng Linnae ay tinutugtog yung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jeepney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; by Sponge Cola.  May line kasi dun na talagang napaka-introspective e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Naaalala ko ang mga gabing nakahiga sa ilalim ng kalawakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Naaalala ko ang mga gabing magkatabi sa ulan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oo! Alam ko dati pa ang kantang iyon! Pero... wala lang. Namimiss ko lang talaga ang Linnae. Sayang nga lang at yung tinititigan kong picture ay hindi kumpleto. Wala kasi dun yung isa naming classmate. Kahit papaano kasi ay parte na din siya ng Linnaeus at siyempre, hindi naman magandang tingnan ang isang puzzle na may missing piece, righty? Yung mga ibang Linnae nga, ayaw na nila maalala pa ang tungkol sa kanya... ewan. Siguro, magkahalong galit at pagkamiss ang nararamdaman nila. Haha. Drama naman nun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grabe. Hanggang ngayon, yun pa rin yung kanta. Jeepney by Sponge Cola pa rin! Haha! Tapos nag-offline na si Lea (9:59 pm, Wednesday, July 5, 2006). Oo nga pala! Speaking of July 5, 2006... birthday nga pala ni Sir Bautista ngayon! Haha! Kaya naman nagpa-"quiz" lang naman siya kanina. At ang baba ko! Sabi kasi ni sir, "MALI" yung sagot ko... kaya inisip ko malayo ang sagot ko sa true answer. Yun pala, "MALI LANG NG SIGN!" Imbis na "-pi/3",  "+pi/3" ang ginawa ko. Tapos, binura ko pa! Ginawa kong "-2pi/3" kaya mas lalong naging mali. Haha. Hay... kawawa naman ako... kailangan ko ang Physics sa College! Bwisit kasi yung panda-roaming-in-masci na iyan e! Two years kami nag-Physics! Two years ko siyang naging teacher! Pero HALOS wala akong natutunan! Kay Ma'am Pinar lang ata ako natuto ng Physics e! Hay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O ayan. O, ano bang meron ngayon? Wala lang. Hindi ko naabutan ang mga dapat abutan. At yun ay ang pagtulog. Haha. Bahala na kayong gumawa ng mga inferences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;WORD OF THE YEAR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;GC [Grade Conscious]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-- hindi iyan para sa akin kung hindi ay para sa mga tao sa paligid ko na sadyang napaka-"GC"! Oo! As in super duper to the highest level! At isa na dun ang pinaka-bangag na timid bee sa buong sanlibutan. Hay naku. Pati tuloy yung mga classmates ko, nasasabihan ko na rin ng  GC! [At dahil dun, inaasar na din akong GC] Tulad na lang ni... nila. Nilang LAHAT! LAHAT ng MOSELEY nasabihan ko na ata ng GC! Hahahah! Buh-bye blog! See you next year! Hahah! 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