<?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-9061416435816457460</id><updated>2011-10-26T08:19:23.389+08:00</updated><category term='exercise'/><category term='desperate'/><category term='calories'/><category term='weight'/><title type='text'>My life in black and blue</title><subtitle type='html'>After countless unsuccessful blogs, I hope I could make this one work - at least for more than two seconds. So anyway, make yourself at home. Don't forget to leave a message; it is common etiquette after all. ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></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-9061416435816457460.post-7330272366453065585</id><published>2010-10-03T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T16:44:03.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was such a bad day.</title><content type='html'>You don't even want to know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-7330272366453065585?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/7330272366453065585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-was-such-bad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/7330272366453065585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/7330272366453065585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-was-such-bad-day.html' title='Today was such a bad day.'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-74154037625039582</id><published>2010-10-02T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T10:45:05.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Tired.</title><content type='html'>For the past two weeks, I've probably gotten five hours of sleep on average per night. Whenever I go to my classes, I feel like shit. I'm so tired all the time, I don't even understand how I go about my day-to-day activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, I have my eye on the prize. All this hardship will pay off, one day I will become someone. I will change something good for the world, and all the headaches and heartaches will be oh-so worth it. Minsan lang talaga nakakapagod kasi kahit gaano kasipag ko mag-aral, o kaya I try na magprioritize ng maayos, hindi parin sapat. Kulang nalang mag-isolate ako sa library 24/7 eh. Hay nako, tiyaga talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my friend said today, "You can never lose if you never stop." The quote was around those lines, I'm not too sure. But you get the gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more optimistic notes, life's been good. My house is so amazing. Coming back home this summer made me realize how much I miss having a family; Now, I once again have a family. It's really an amazing feeling. Regarding going back home, I'm going back home this Christmas. I'm going to Malaysia, yo. :) I'm so freakin' excited, I love travelling. It's my ultimate passion in life. Funny though, I was just thinking about passion a while ago. I wished that I was passionate about something in life that I would do anything for. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about my future the past few days, because last week, something incredibly devastating happened to my life. (Maybe I'll reveal it in due time. Just not now.) I knew it was coming, but the sheer reality and propensity of the incident just shocked me. Nakakaiyak talaga. Pero sa totoo lang, life goes on. You try to rise above misfortunes that happen to you. I'll try harder, next time. I just need to prioritize. Now I don't even know what I want to  be when I grow up. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I should go. I'm actually with my friends (love them!) studying in the Butts. I have four freakin' exams next week, no partying this weekend UGH. BUT it will pay off one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time, loves. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-74154037625039582?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/74154037625039582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2010/10/damn-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/74154037625039582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/74154037625039582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2010/10/damn-tired.html' title='Damn Tired.'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-2186494612915939856</id><published>2010-06-24T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T04:33:45.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day; one year</title><content type='html'>It's scary how one day can change your life forever. You know, everyone has heard of at least some other person's story on how life was changed forever for them on one fateful day. Maybe, just maybe, it's happened to you. No? Maybe to the person next to you then? You can never really know for sure. Behind everyone's smile lay a multitude of secrets and emotions that they bury and try to hide. People deceive and are deceived day after day by the image they portray to others and the image that others show them back. Everyone has a mask on to cast a strong armour against prospective aches, pains, and hurts, yet as a consequence one cannot feel anything anymore. The protection around is so strong, and yes, there is no pain felt, yet the experience of love and joy eventually becomes foreign. With no emotion, the simple things in life that give pleasure are immensely reduced. Yet, even with these terrible consequences, everyone has this shell around them, it’s human nature to not want to be vulnerable. In one extent or another, this shell exists around everyone, whether wanted or not. What triggers this calloused heart? Many different things; it may be because of big things like loving a loved one, unfulfilled dreams, and opportunities lost. However, it may be because of smaller but equally traumatizing objects, like past hurts, failures, and broken promises. As terrifying as it sounds, it only needs one day to cause a gash in a person’s soul. However, when these many days build up to form 365 days, then it can alter one completely. Unrecognizable after a year, completely transformed. If one day can affect your life so surreptitiously, imagine the power of a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued when I feel like it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-2186494612915939856?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/2186494612915939856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-day-one-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/2186494612915939856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/2186494612915939856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-day-one-year.html' title='One day; one year'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-5496254056268389163</id><published>2010-02-18T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T03:09:27.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash Wednesday</title><content type='html'>It's so disorienting when it's Ash Wednesday, and everyone is wondering why you have ashes on your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's enlightening too, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our religious beliefs should not be constrained to what society, your country, or your parents tell you. Why be Catholic if you don't believe in a God? I wonder what percentage of Catholics in the Philippines are really agnostics or atheists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll probably be a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-5496254056268389163?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/5496254056268389163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2010/02/ash-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/5496254056268389163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/5496254056268389163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2010/02/ash-wednesday.html' title='Ash Wednesday'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-3208272426782801130</id><published>2009-12-28T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T17:31:49.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BLOCKNOTE.NET"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;style&gt;BODY { FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma; FONT-SIZE:10pt } P { FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma; FONT-SIZE:10pt } DIV { FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma; FONT-SIZE:10pt } TD { FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma; FONT-SIZE:10pt } &lt;/style&gt;&lt;basefont style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I'm in the airport right now, going to California. How did time fly so fast? It's kind of scary actually, time slipped elusively through my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;What are my thoughts regarding the semester? Gosh, there are a lot. I'm not even sure what word would perfectly describe it. Well-balanced, maybe? True, I've never studied as hard as I have this semester, but I've never hung-out with friends a ridiculous amount of time either. It's so crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I was in a friend's house, and fuck, it hit me that I just conquered one whole semester of college. It was such a struggle, with the homesickness, and the feelings of inadequacy, and the mediocre grades. But whatever, I did my best. I just have to work on my best next time. How lucky am I to be here? Unbelievable, unbelievable.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And now, I'm going on my first plane trip alone. Just a few months ago, I couldn't even commute on my own. What a leap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;*I'm now in Cleveland, ten minutes before my connecting flight... (Okay so I didn't really get to finish typing down whatever I wanted to say so on to the next...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;* Right now, I'm typing in LA so as to speak. I love this city, it'ss very much like Manila. The Grove can be likened to Serendra, Orange County looks like Greenbelt, Rodeo Drive is comparable to Bonifacio High... OOOH and Beverley Hills looks very much like the upscale condos in Quezon City. :&gt; I really like this place.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to the Orange County, it was really pretty. The weather is perfect: chilly but not cold, windy but not so much. But I miss Wesleyan though. Like finals week was really great, I think I forged closer friendships during that time. I stayed up until wee hours in the morning with friends doing absolutely nothing. I really love my college. Though I will be heavily in debt by the time I graduate, I would say that it's definitely worth it. :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am more excited for San Fran. That city is just perfect! I have fond childhood memories there, the hills, the fog, the Golden Gate Bridge. Oh how excited I am. And we're passing by San Jose, where my yaya lives right now. I am so excited! Gosh it's been years. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So I'll just update when I get to San Fran! Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-3208272426782801130?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/3208272426782801130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/12/la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/3208272426782801130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/3208272426782801130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/12/la.html' title='LA'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-1948874514580394039</id><published>2009-11-13T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:54:37.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>It's the 12th of November, and I'm on my way to Philadelphia for a Model United Nations Conference. I'm really excited for this, because I've been hearing and reading about these kinds of conferences for a long time before. Now, I'm suddenly a part of it, of this. It's like a dream- these past few months seem so surreal. A year ago, I wouldn't have thought it possible to be studying here, to be experiencing a vast array of multicultural perspectives that's been thrown to me in such a short span of time. God just likes to surprise me with his twist and turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I've learned so much, realized so much in the time I've spent here. Never before have I needed to analyze and try to explain to others things about myself and who I am. Most of those questions, I still have yet to unravel the answers. I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I am Chinese-Filipino, a Filipino citizen with Chinese blood. Am I more Chinese or Filipino? Where am I from? What am I? Never before have I needed to thought about my ethnicity and race, never before have I been questioned. All my life I went to a Chinese school, where everyone was in the same boat. All my life I lived in the Philippines, where it is not uncommon to see a Chinese-Filipino walking across from you. Which outweighs which?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I am Roman Catholic. I believe in God, and love him with all my heart. He's my savior. But how can I justify his existence? Why do I pray every night before I go to bed? Why are there poor people, war, tears, anguish, and desperation in this world if we have a God? Why don't he just unleash his 'power' and save us all? Why do I believe?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;What are considered 'right' and 'wrong'? Everything is based on a standard, but even standards are different. What is used when? How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Welcome to the land of un-homogeinity.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those aside, I really love my university. I have my downs, but I know they're just there to make me fight- to make me reach my full capacity. I am a fighter, and no matter what I don't give up. Social wise, I think I've gotten the hang of the system. Or maybe I've devised my own, one wherein I am confortable in it. I believe in my priorities, and opportunity cost. No need for further explation, just do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Next semester? I'm planning on taking Biology II, Chemistry II, French II, Biology Lab II, Squash, Writing about Places, and University Choir. I'm really excited, and I love that I can choose all of my classes, no rigid structure to determine your life. Independence. Yeah, I love independence. So me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Independent Reese. I like it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-1948874514580394039?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/1948874514580394039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/11/me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/1948874514580394039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/1948874514580394039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/11/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-5903317668445236469</id><published>2009-09-27T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T03:18:15.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wesleyan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would like to beg you, dear Sir, as well as I can, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard transitioning into three things at the same time: living in new country, getting used to college, and getting accustomed to being away from your loved ones. I'm not saying I don't like it here; i do, but the atmosphere here and the culture here is very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magsasalita muna ako gamit ang Tagalog, kahit alam kong di gaanong kaganda Tagalog ko. Grabe dito, mga tao sobrang liberal. Kanina nga lang, nagtanong ako sa isang junior transfer student galing sa Jesuit university if talagang liberal and politically correct in general mga tao dito, or sa Wesleyan lang. Sabi niya, lahat daw talaga ganon, pero sa Wesleyan ibang level talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way though, it's fun and enlightening because I get to sample different perspectives from people from different races, backgrounds, countries, and states. Sometimes I agree with them, usually I don't, but the great thing about here (I'm speaking about Wes right now, 'coz that's all that I know of at present) is that people respect whatever you believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero seriously, ewan ko lang kung nasa utak ko lang, pero minsan feeling ko may pagka-racist minsan mga tao dito, even subconsciously. Ewan, di naman sila sinasabi out loud pero obviously mas prefer nila makipagkaibigan sa mga kauri nila. Hindi naman sa ayaw nila saamin, pero preference lang talaga. Well actually ako naman prefer ko rin kasama mga internationals, pero I feel like may konting divide here talaga between them and us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I'm in a Catholic Retreat right now. Five of us came from Wes, and then around nine from Yale. I met some cool people here, and it just feels good to have some time for myself for a while. Minsan kasi, talagang pinapahalagahan ko alone time ko. I like to just lie down on my bed, read a book, think about life, do whatever stuff to occupy my (scarce) free time. Pero in a dormitory, parang lahat ng free time ko kinakain ng hanging out with friends. Ok naman siya, it's fun I admit, pero minsan nakakamiss din yung nakaupo ka lang nang walang ingay. So this Retreat is so calming, so rejuvenating, a very well needed break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero actually, ang fail ko. I brought two textbooks and a binder folder to this retreat, thinking that I might get some work done. I had a three hour break today, and I haven't even cracked open one. Partly because the atmosphere here is so relaxing, and partly because I'm so worried over Ondoy. I can't reach my family until now, and I'm so worried. I know my place in Sta. Mesa is easily flooded, and I hope they're okay. I'm praying for them right now here at the retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to my academics. I'm taking Biology, Chemistry, French, German History, Chem Lab, and Bio Lab. Please don't say that my subject combination is weird. It is, actually, but I love all my subjects. Three days a week I have half-days, and then one ends at 4 pm, the other at 3 pm. Seems great right? HINDI NOH. I spend most of my free afternoons and evening studying, doing assignments, reading, and the like. It's worth it, because I really love studying about subjects that I'm passionate about, but I miss sleep. That's why I'm always excited for the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now I can't think of anything else interesting in my life right now. I guess I'll end it at this, and just add next time. Toodles! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9061416435816457460-5903317668445236469?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/5903317668445236469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/09/wesleyan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/5903317668445236469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/5903317668445236469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/09/wesleyan.html' title='Wesleyan'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-3982747537070818261</id><published>2009-08-01T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:25:04.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>I just realized that until now, my sense on worth is directly proportional on how much I weigh on the scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yung tipong nararamdaman ko na ang hiya at pagkapoot sa bumibilog kong mukha tuwing may nakikita akong kakilala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrational, I know, but when I ever been rational about my self-esteem issues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh well. I have one more week to diet before I see some of my friends. The problem is doing that is a complete feat in itself, since I keep on cooking on most days, baking once a week, and my mom keeps buying me my fave foods since I probably won't be eating them for 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temporary insanity, this is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-3982747537070818261?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/3982747537070818261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/3982747537070818261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/3982747537070818261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-1699636493065095406</id><published>2009-07-27T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:18:19.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay</title><content type='html'>Exactly 1 more month and it's Wesleyan time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go already, I have nothing better to do at home. Well okay, actually I'm not the type of person to sit around the house twiddling my thumbs and counting how many cracks there are on the ceiling. (Confession: I just looked up and there aren't any, since we just renovated my room last year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, I'm not really bored. Truth to be told, I'm actually spending my time productively. Reading the classics (I have around 10 books here that I haven't finished yet), painting, learning how to cook, baking at every possible opportunity, and dressmaking have occupied my time quite nicely. Not to mention I'm improving in piano, and guitar (But I'm stuck at the barre chords, help! My fingers are nicely calloused already from all the practicing, mostly from the failed attempts at the barre chords.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also exhausting facebook a bit too much, chatting up other pre-frosh and talking about our impending college exploits, which actually give me great pleasure and is a nice way to (at least) be sure that I have at least a few acquaintances when I get there. (In other words, so I don't become a loner.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, my post's getting a bit jaggled already. What I mean is that, I'm just so freakin excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon this post, which has no apparent point, except to say that 1 month cannot go faster than I dare to hope. Ever since freshman year, I've been thinking about college. Funny anecdote, I and Sophia were reminiscing and going through her autograph book when we were still lowly sophomores. My answer for the question "How do you picture yourself in a few years" (or something of that thing), is "Studying abroad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Once again, the countdown begins. 1 month more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-1699636493065095406?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/1699636493065095406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/1699636493065095406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/1699636493065095406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay.html' title='Yay'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-2124248407979118994</id><published>2009-07-16T10:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:17:27.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the post may seem to be what it is not, given the uhm recent circumstance. Eh basta, my post has nothing to do with publicized happenings, it's about something VERY secret. No one knows. Maybe one or two close friends can guess what it is, but aside from that, no one else will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-2124248407979118994?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/2124248407979118994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/2124248407979118994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/2124248407979118994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha.html' title='Ha'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-2946729412426507668</id><published>2009-07-16T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:28:06.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>... weird. I don't know why I'm sad. Crying may be the only way to let it out. But no tears are falling, just a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you don't appreciate what you have until you lose them. But this day would have come, eventually. It's just hard. But I should be happy, delighted for that person. Good luck to you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me eat a donut tonight, sin a little. Definitely better than crying. Yum yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-2946729412426507668?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/2946729412426507668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/2946729412426507668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/2946729412426507668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-4461552320859448501</id><published>2009-06-25T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:48:19.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know it's 2 in the morning, but my excitement over this little bit of news simply CANNOT WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Jimmy Choo for H&amp;amp;M! :) The prices on the lower end of the spectrum of regular Jimmy Choo shoes are around $600, and the more expensive ones are more than $1000. But H&amp;amp;M is collaborating with the respected brand to deliver affordable Jimmy Choo shoes and accesories to the public. The cheapest shoes go for around $60 dollars only (ballet flats), while the more intricate ones, around $300 dollars (leather boots). The stillettos are around $120.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. HAHA. I am so buying one. Even just around the $60 to around $100 dollar price range. I shall save up for thiiiis. I'd so love a stilletto, but i won't get to use it that anyway in college so it's pretty pointless. I want to get my mom one, again, I'll save up for this! (Imma get a part-time job WOO.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 14th. I looked into my Wesleyan Calendar, I guess I can drop by New York on the 24th to 30th. It's Thankgiving weekend 'ayt. Kakaexcite. Basta Jimmy Choo. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go to sleep already. TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-4461552320859448501?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/4461552320859448501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/4461552320859448501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/4461552320859448501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-wait.html' title='I can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-6311953497697673982</id><published>2009-06-24T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:52:42.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew.</title><content type='html'>Whew, 0/5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang patawad, kahit isa man lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Calculus. (Well actually I don't, but I do for the meantime 'coz I don't understand ya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaktime joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rene Descartes walks into a bar, and the bartender says to him, "Hey Rene, a scotch for you?" And Descartes says "No, I think not---" and he disappears instantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOO. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-6311953497697673982?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/6311953497697673982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/06/whew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/6311953497697673982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/6311953497697673982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/06/whew.html' title='Whew.'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-2922140458410443825</id><published>2009-06-17T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:31:48.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago</title><content type='html'>Some details are blurry and ambiguous, since it's been more than a year. I knew I had it coming, 15 years was just far too long. The limit was reached already; a goodbye was inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our chemistry exams were being passed around, Ma'am had already graded our papers. Balancing chemical equations, if I do remember so correctly. I felt the usual surge of blood to my head, the pounding of my heart. My thoughts were preoccupied with my what my performance was, and as usual, my hands were unconsciously fidgeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vibrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vibrate&lt;/span&gt;. I stealthily sneaked a peak at the teacher's table, then got my phone, and flipped it open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message from Globe... DELETE.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sigh. Stupid networks texts. Akala ko importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down. A message from Manang Pina... OPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood immediately ran cold. I read it a few times before the words registered in my conciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaya...Airport....States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the punchline? Yaya. Airport. States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Karla day tawagan mo Yaya mo nasa airport na siya papunta na sa States."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall bolting out of the room, rapidly punching my Yaya's cellphone number, calling the wrong person twice, and then finally hearing her voice. Indeed, she was at the airport. Truly, she was leaving in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall bawling my eyes out in the bathroom, clutching my phone until my knuckles turned white, and hoping for dear life that it was just a dream, a nightmare. And so it was: A nightmare rooted in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't forewarned, so the news hit me like lightning. I felt only a resounding silence bathe my mind. The news spread, slowly, creaping into my knowledge. This was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am, more than a year later,  still strong. I may have traveled, albeit limping, without my support, for quite some time, but at this moment in time I'm still ok. I was raised by my Yaya to overcome everything and anything, and so I did. Cuts, bruises, scratches aside, I'm perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought life would end when she left, since everything I go through, I go through with her. But these days, I feel melancholic less and less, for everyday that passes by, is another day that I'm closer to seeing her. And that day will be full of tears and laughter, a year's worth of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Yaya, wala lang, I miss you. :) Puntahan mo ako sa Wesleyan, ok? Thank you sa lahat. :) Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-2922140458410443825?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/2922140458410443825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-year-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/2922140458410443825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/2922140458410443825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-year-ago.html' title='One year ago'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-8994011755431431337</id><published>2009-06-15T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:35:35.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got nothing to do.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so between looking at websites that are complete wastes of time, and watching Wowowee and wanting to vomit because of the mushy-ness of the contestants today, I've nothing nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends in DLSU, ADMU, UP, UST and SPAS are busy. Well at least, they should be because they have classes, for God's sake. Unless they're off fooling around, already cutting every boring "unimportant" class. Which I highly doubt, by the way, 'coz when you're a frosh everything seems ohsocool and ohsoimportant, and you don't want to miss anything, even the ubiquitious class trip to the the canteen. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo in order to pass the time, and to make my life more productive (Ironic much?) until August 27 (Yes, that's my flight's date, 10:30 pm, if you guys want to see me off. HAHA parinig 'toh ah.), I'm going to make a list of things to do/accomplish in these two and a half months of sitting and staring blankly at the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn Calculus&lt;br /&gt;Progress? Exponential Derivatives. How hard can it be? Ans: Shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn to Guitar&lt;br /&gt;Progress? I've memorized the Basic Major and Minor chords, and that's about it. Ohnoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn to Piano&lt;br /&gt;Progress? Sucky. I've been playing for around 10 years and I get beaten by 5 year olds. But then again, they have teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Finish "Grapes of Wrath"&lt;br /&gt;Progress? Chapter 5. :| 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Finish all of my summer homework for Wesleyan&lt;br /&gt;Progress? I stopped on the 18th page of the United Nation Development Report. Basically repeats things over and over anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Learn all the American Political System Achoochoo ('coz Wes is such a politically open school)&lt;br /&gt;Progress? I'm all for Obama. Aside from that, I have no more opinion. Let's talk about Con-Ass nalang, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Learn how to type with the proper fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Progess? HAHAHAHA. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Learn how to cook&lt;br /&gt;Progress? So far, I've made Adobo, Sinigang and Tahong something. Plan on doing Menudo next, 'coz that's a fave of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else. Oh well this is long already. Gotta go 'till next time TTFN! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-8994011755431431337?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/8994011755431431337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-nothing-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/8994011755431431337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/8994011755431431337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-nothing-to-do.html' title='Got nothing to do.'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-6493662869324198239</id><published>2009-06-10T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:35:48.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've last updated here, because there's nothing really interesting in my life that I'd like to take about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days mostly revolve around waking up, eating, maybe study a little, rest and go online, do some random thing, do some internet shopping, and sleep at the wee hours of the morning. And yes, I am studying. :| Calculus, actually. We're supposed to take a placement test in calculus in the Wesleyan website, and I have no clue how to go about with it. I mean, it is a placement test, so I shouldn't be studying, but I don't want to be placed at the lowest of the low either. Besides, I want to take Chemistry that needs you to have at least some background on Calc, and oh boy do I have to give myself some background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I've signed up my courses in Wesleyan. My First Year Initiative Course (It's like a regular subject, but exclusively for frosh) Choices include "Modern Germany" (Oooh yes I'm a German freak. ;) In a non-discriminatory, awed kind of way), Personal Identity and Choice (Which is what I usually ponder about every day), and Language (I have no idea why I chose this, but they say it's an awesome prof so I went for it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my regular courses, I'm wondering whether to choose Spanish or French. Any suggestions? I mean, Spanish seems easier, buuut French is awesome. Both are useful. But I think imma go with French? Well if there are slots left. I'm also considering a course about International Politics (Because I guess I want to gauge whether I'd really like to work for the UN), and History on Racial Formations (Just because, just because).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, 'till next time. Toodles! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-6493662869324198239?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/6493662869324198239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/06/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/6493662869324198239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/6493662869324198239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/06/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-1153993470284488073</id><published>2009-05-30T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:37:16.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakakapagod</title><content type='html'>Ang weird niya, grabe. Oo, magtatagalog ako ngayon sa sobrang badtrip. Or siguro taglish, kasi ang tagalog ko di masiyado maayos eh. Nahihirapan na nga ako sa spelling eh. Haha. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang, nakakatulong din itong blog na ito. Kumbaga, stress relief. Kasi parang may kaibigan ka na nailalabasan mo ng mga saloobin. (GALING NG TAGALOG KO OH.) Haha okay, basta parang walang magagawa yung kaibigan na iyon kundi makinig. Wala lang, sarap ng pakiramdam. Tapos kung yung mga kaibigan mo (na hindi inanimate na bagay), napabasa sa blog mo, desisyon nila kung gusto nila basahin mga hinanakit mo sa mundo. At least walang naabala dibaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back sa topic. Naiirita ako. GRABE. Parang, I mean, oo na kasalanan ko na bakit ang mahal ng dorm. Tsaka understandable naman KUNG gusto niya ako samahan sa airplane, para tulungan ako sa mga bagahe, sa paghandle ng plane ticket, atbp. Pero, hindi eh. Gusto lang niya pumunta sa Boston. (And di ko lamang ito guni-guni, tinanong ko sakaniya kung bakit pa niya ako sasamahan, sabi niya saakin na gusto daw niya pumunta sa Boston eh.) PARANG LAST MONTH LANG AH, 2 HOURS NALANG FROM BOSTON KAMI. :| Eh bakit di nalang kami dumiretso dun? Magsasayang pa siya ng something-thousand dollars. Asar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sabagay, di ko naman pera yun. Kanya naman, diba? Pero diba, mag'Europe nalang siya. At least, magagamit niya yung airfare sa matinong paraan. Kasi, uulitin ko lang, 2 hours away na kami nun eh. Bakit di nalang kami pumunta sa Boston nun, diba? Di ko magets. Please, sana di niya gamiting excuse yung pagpunta ko sa paaralan ko para lang makapunta siya sa Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung may nag-tiyagang magbasa, game, kung mali ako, sabihin niyo saakin. Pero diba, ang weird. ANG WEIRD TALAGA. Naiirita lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang naman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-1153993470284488073?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/1153993470284488073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/nakakapagod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/1153993470284488073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/1153993470284488073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/nakakapagod.html' title='Nakakapagod'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-354399570897570811</id><published>2009-05-27T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:23:59.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;First year of highschool. June of 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vividly remember the Science Contest we had that same year. The contest covered all the topics in the first quarter, and to cut the story short, I won. I really did, with my prodigious procrastination skills. I was the quiz bee's freshmen champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;But so much as that moment could have been my moment to shine, and give me some self-esteem and helped me believe that I really do &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;something to offer, the tables turned quickly, unexpectedly. My teacher approached me, asked me who won, and when she found out, said "Talaga? Expected ko si _____ mananalo."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ouch. &lt;em&gt;Touché.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fast forward to 2009, Monday, to be specific. I bumped again into my first year teacher, and she asked my question about my soon-to-be college, including my course. "Molecular Biology and Biochemistry", I said. And she exclaimed "Sayang naman talino mo sa Math, ang galing galing mo pa naman doon!".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow. Napapaiyak ako doon ah. :) First time. First time, that anybody's told me that I was good in Math. I'm always the Science girl, the one who aces the Biology, Chemistry, and Physics. Never Math. &lt;em&gt;Ma'am, thank you. Super.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, why am I making a big fuss out of this? Pause, Rewind, Playback to Fourth Year, second grading. Incomprehensibly, I was Best in Math. I and and one high school Math teacher were examining the list of ranks and best ins of my class. She looked up to me, and said "Bakit hindi si _____ best in Math?".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, how nice... and tactless. I mean, I am Karla Therese Sy, there on the list. Hello?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe one day I can actually be the one, as the first teacher put it "matalino sa math". Though I know I still have a long voyage to go. But maybe, just maybe, one day, I won't give a crap about what others think anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just about what I think about myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-354399570897570811?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/354399570897570811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/354399570897570811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/354399570897570811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-year.html' title='First Year'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-7075118286040533246</id><published>2009-05-23T13:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:57:49.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm seventeen. I AM seventeen. :) Almost, but not quite there yet. I don't know how I feel, but everyone has to get older right, year after year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seventeen years in this world. I had seventeen years to at least try to make a difference, have I? Maybe. maybe not. Probably not though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you think about it, at least I'm happy. Satisfied, with the life I've laid out for myself. Contented, with whom I've become. (Or at least most of it.) Like for example, as you notice I've always been fiercely independent, and I pride myself in that. Even though I don't know how to ride an LRT or commute by myself in Metro Manila. I want to learn, but I'm not allowed to. Even before I reached the teen years, my mind has been already been fed with warning about the number of pickpockets in public transportation, or in the Philippines, in general. Yes, I'm sheltered. But I don't want to be. I want to break free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or maybe I don't really know myself that well yet. I've still got years to figure that out, no rush.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have my resolutions, before I turn legal. People make New Year's resolutions right? I don't anymore, because I never stick to them anyway. So this time, I crammed all the unfulfilled resolutions into this year, and granted, they are of various subjects- not just regarding my percentage of body fat. :) It's because year after year my New Year's resolutions have a pattern: they ALWAYS involve my weight. Always. How shallow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About that, I don't want to be shallow. I think I am, with how I act and what makes me happy. Seriously, who becomes the happiest person in the world when she loses 0.4 pounds? Crazyyyy. My other resolutions? Maybe if you ask me in private, I'll tell you. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wake up feeling &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;today&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And know that I'm okay,&lt;br /&gt;'cause everyone's &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; in usual ways.&lt;br /&gt;So you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; just wanna &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;believe in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I won't be seventeen forever, I can get away with this tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-7075118286040533246?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/7075118286040533246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/seventeen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/7075118286040533246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/7075118286040533246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/seventeen.html' title='Seventeen'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-1196638271101707734</id><published>2009-05-18T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:13:28.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert of the Davids</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Twas was AMAZING. You know the feeling of being on cloud 9, that you're bordering on tears already?  (I know I know, kinda weird.) Well, I experienced that last May 16th. I super love David Archuleta so much, I guess it mostly resounds from the fact he has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. :):) Hazel with a tint of green gaaaaah. I am such a fangirl! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to the concert... Epic, pure epicness (Is that even a legitimate word?) Sure beats the FOB and Chris Daughtry concert I've been to. Even if Pete Wentz jumped on the speaker and spun his guitar around like he always does, and even if Chris Daughtry slipped on his own puddle of water. Cookie and Archie did what they do best, putting on a great performance - but Archie was better HAHA. Biased much?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;David A's song lineup:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Touch my hand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Barriers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*A Little Too Not Over You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*My Hands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*You Can&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Don't Let Go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Waiting for Yesterday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Stand By Me/ Beautiful Girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*A Thousand Miles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Your Eyes Don't Lie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Zero Gravity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Crush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ILY, David Archuleta. :):) Come back here in the Philippines. I can almost visualize the promotional posters for his next concert: "David ARCHULETA: Live in Manila".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that would be phenomenally epic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: Thanks Renz wooo at least I had someone to scream along with and be all crazy! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-1196638271101707734?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/1196638271101707734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/concert-of-davids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/1196638271101707734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/1196638271101707734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/concert-of-davids.html' title='Concert of the Davids'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-1461625112365489407</id><published>2009-05-16T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:51:58.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love...</title><content type='html'>I love New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Philadelphia in Pennsylvania, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget Connecticut? Love that state to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I also heart New Jersey, and Atlantic City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo too, in New York State, is in my list of loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karla loves Maryland too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I won't leave out Virginia, love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart Washington DC times infinity, probably the most of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway across the world, I have another love: Seoul in Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell yeah, nothing beats home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE THE PHILIPPINES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-1461625112365489407?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/1461625112365489407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/1461625112365489407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/1461625112365489407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love.html' title='I love...'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-1931577560913604</id><published>2009-05-15T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:14:03.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korea love</title><content type='html'>Korea was the ultimate bomb. I never expected I would love it as much as I do now. I remember requesting to my parents to visit Japan instead of Korea, because I love their Kawaii stuff and colorful clothes. But they wanted Korea because my sister is a superdupermegazuper Korean fanatic (or a Super Junior-a boyband- fanatic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were in Korea for 3 days, bitin! Went on a tour (or more of a shopping tour) around Korea on the first day, then went to Lotte World (an amusement park) on the whole of the second day, then at the last day we went to a palace, then shopped some more. Honestly I think I lacked the part of culture in my visit, but there's always a next time, right? :) There WILL BE a next time, I'll make sure of that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I wanna reminisce about the out of this world gustatory experiences I had in Korea. UBER FANTASTIC. Even if I gained a few, it was so worth it. SO WORTH IT. Woah you never get to hear me say that quite often. :) Their dishes were a feast for the eyes and to the palate, they were so spicy! I love times infinity spicy foods! Bibimbap is now my new favorite dish. From now on, Kaya (a Korean restaurant in the Philippine) will be placed on a higher level of favorite-ness of my favorite restaurants. I am ranting. About food. Fail. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then let me rant about shopping then. There were some nice stuff there, as low as around 400 pesos. Made me want to return everything I bought in the States. Here in Korea I was more cautious in spending, since I churned out all my lifetime savings (Ok fine, I actually didn't pay) in America. So I bought little, and had a lot of regrets,. I actually regret not buying toe socks. Oh c'mon, they were all colorful and stripey and cute. Super cute. Sigh. Oh well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotte World. Had the time of my life! I unleashed the daredevil in me, riding on all the rides that needed three lines of protection- by that, I mean around three seatbelts. I rode on a ride that was sort of like the Viking, except that I spun around and around, and I was just seated, no floor. I can't explain it, but that was the most exhilarating ride ever. Also I've tried a rollercoaster that treads on water. Wasn't very scary, 'coz there was no loops, but very very fast. And I liked it because it was different, Log Jam in Enchanted is boring. Another favorite was Comet Express, it's very similiar to Space Mountain in Disneyland- but with a twist. The seats revolved and moved, so at times you could be going backwards. I loved it. There were a lot more crazy rides there, like the Gyro drop (sort of like the one in Ocean Park in HK), but those three stood out the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-1931577560913604?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/1931577560913604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/korea-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/1931577560913604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/1931577560913604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/korea-love.html' title='Korea love'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-8077529199252888481</id><published>2009-05-10T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:09:25.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I officially accept, and realize, that I absolutely have no self-control. Zilch. Nada. Zero. Especially when it comes to shopping and food. My mom's credit card is probably moaning in induced agony, as is my fat cells. Shopped so much, ate so much. But at the very least, I am sensitive to others- or I try to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shopping a while ago, and a dozen "SALE" signs were around the department store. I've already chosen 4 items to buy, 'coz each one was around 15 dollars, average. SO CHEAP. But then, I saw my dad, sitting in a corner, as sad as me when I forget to "study" Chinese when there's an exam. I assumed it was because of my impulsive buying. So, even though it hurt the very core of my soul to let those bargain buys free, I did - but I still bought one haha. Just one! Swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuut turns out he was just hungry, and wanted to go home already. Shit. Sana kinuha ko na yung Adidas na shirt. Gusto ko tuloy takbuhin yung store. Haha fail. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-8077529199252888481?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/8077529199252888481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/8077529199252888481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/8077529199252888481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-3619324208276061321</id><published>2009-05-10T04:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T04:18:30.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop 'til I drop :)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we shopped the whole day, last shop 'til I drop day here in the States. Still, I feel it's not enough yet! Oh well, I want some local stuff too from the Philippines, and it'll be a whole lot cheaper too. Yesternight we ate a buffet, ate so much! Ugh, I'll just diet again un Korea. Today we just chilled in the house, fixed our stuff, etc. Tomorrow we'll be flying to Korea, ugh I hate jet lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go, going to read the book that I bought here. The custom officers back in the Philippines are bitches, now there aren't any good books there. Let justice prevail about that issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-3619324208276061321?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/3619324208276061321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/shop-til-i-drop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/3619324208276061321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/3619324208276061321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/shop-til-i-drop.html' title='Shop &apos;til I drop :)'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-7113141967775640377</id><published>2009-05-08T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:11:31.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>Kapikon. Kaiyak. Pucha. If living alone without my family and friends wasn't enough to freak me out, then this one takes the cake. What the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no backing out, kaya ko 'toh. Kaya ko 'toh... Kaya ko. Bahala na si Lord. No choice, enrollment for every college I applied for is done already. I'd rather take the risk rather than have nowhere to go. Again, bahala na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could happen anywhere, right? ...Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-7113141967775640377?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/7113141967775640377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/7113141967775640377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/7113141967775640377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-308210208288644581</id><published>2009-05-07T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:14:49.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>washinton dc</title><content type='html'>Washington D.C. is amazing times infinity. I'm so in love with this city, with its cobblestone streets and bustling tourist attractions all around. And wow, the museums. THE MUSEUMS. Well, actually the art museums- the National Gallery of Art and the Smithsonian one, they're so effin amazing. When I get back to the Philippines, the first thing I'm going to do is paint something on the canvas I just bought a few months back. Hmmm ok fine, first I'm going to watch Archuleta's and Cook's concert, then I'll paint. Haha this happens once in a blue moon; that is, I being inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monet OMG I actually saw a Monet painting. He's just, the best artist in the woooorld! Oh wow buuuut my favorite painting isn't from him, it's from Van Gogh, and guess what, I saw a few of his world-renowned paintings; unfortunately, my favorite painting, 'Starry Night', couldn't be found there, but in New York! Bummer, didn't get to see it. :( There was also works from the other greats like Rembrandt, Picasso, and da Vinci. The only da Vinci in the West, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm positively gushing right now, but today was a day that opened a thousand new doors for me. I actually bought a book on Art History, because these Art Museums made me realize my passion for Art per se. I was reading about Impressionism, and it's shocking that I apply the color theory in my art without me knowing what it's called, or how it works. I don't know much about art and its foundations, but hell yeah I'm so ready to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I developed new favorite artists like Pollock and Matisse, among others whose names&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten already. But seriously, each and every work of art in those museums was a beauty, so to speak. When I grow up I'll probably never be half as great as them, but still, art and painting will forever be flowing through my veins. I totally love this day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-308210208288644581?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/308210208288644581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/washinton-dc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/308210208288644581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/308210208288644581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/washinton-dc.html' title='washinton dc'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-588200347478266177</id><published>2009-05-05T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:25:27.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>I'm just going to rant, depressed ako. Thank God I have a blog na for that purpose. I'd rather not go back to the good 'ol days where I texted,  IMed, or called someone to rant about my new weight and body issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I gained some weight na, kainis. I don't understand because I keep computing my calorie intake to around 900 to 1100 calories, then I burn around 200 calories on average walking around all day. It's almost the same as what I consume in the Philippines. Ang obsessive  ko grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakasad talaga, di na nga ako maglulunch, kahit oatmeal lang breakfast ko, mga 100 calories yun. Ay teka homecooked meal pala, sige konti lang kakainin ko. Haha that's another problem of mine, my tummy's always screaming for food, sobrang kakadrain kasi magsightsee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-588200347478266177?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/588200347478266177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/588200347478266177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/588200347478266177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-5496964143439079697</id><published>2009-05-04T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:32:19.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>The status of a friend in facebook rings so true- "Swine flu is just like the seasonal flu except well, you die." Would have been amusing, if only I'm not in one of the epicenters of the illness. @_@ FAIL. Haha... Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-5496964143439079697?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/5496964143439079697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/5496964143439079697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/5496964143439079697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-3125201311558045267</id><published>2009-05-02T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:47:19.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nakakapraning din swine flu, in fairness. People in NY the past few days seemed to be extra cautious, or maybe it's just me. I haven't had my flu shot yet, though I was due in May. But putting that aside, I'm having the time of my life here. Last Tuesday we watch Broadway, The Phantom of the Opera. Mind blowing, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Wednesday we endured a 7 hour drive to Niagara Falls, where we rode a boat underneath the two falls. As of late, that would have to be the highlight of my trip. Kakaiba talaga feeling nung water from the falls on your face. Also, we crossed the border of Canada in the Niagara River. So technically, I've already been to Canada. Wow. From our hotel room I can actually see the glittering lights of Ontario. So nice! I can walk to that place, it's like just a mile away. I actually have a funny anecdote on how we almost jailed in Canada, but I'll post it next time, when I actually get my hands on a computer. I am typing on my dad's Iphone, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we're in Hersheys, Pennsylvania, where the Hershey's Chocolate Factory is located. There's even a Hershey's Theme Park here, with a roller coaster with a 97 degree angle. Imagine that, sobrang HOMG. Amazing, grabe. And in the Hershey's neighborhood, the street lights are in the form of Kisses. I wish our neighborhood was like that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did so much more crazy things here, but i gotta jet, it's nearing midnight here already. Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-3125201311558045267?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/3125201311558045267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/nakakapraning-din-swine-flu-in-fairness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/3125201311558045267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/3125201311558045267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/05/nakakapraning-din-swine-flu-in-fairness.html' title=''/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-6737250064509255698</id><published>2009-04-27T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:13:55.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ayan kasi, paangal-angal pa ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that in my past blogs I've been ranting endlessly about the cold here. Guess what? New York, New Jersey, and even Philadelphia and Pennsylvania are about in the lower 30s right now. That's comparable to the Philippines. It does NOT make for good sight-seeing. Luckily today we did almost nothing, except bum and shop. Yes, it's been my first time to really shop in the States (Please exclude my impulsive shopping in Old Navy and H&amp;amp;M). But it was only a measly two hours, but I already bought a jacket, a turtleneck top, boots, and shades. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to rush to Philadelphia to watch the NBA Play-offs: Orlando Magic vs Philadelphia 76-ers. The energy of the crowd was amazing, like you wouldn't believe. They boo-ed Howard (Ano ulit first name nya, Dwayne? Whatev.) like hell, and cheered everytime the 76-ers gained a point. The homecourt advantage wasn't enough though, as Magic won by 3 points - 84, 81.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a one-of-kind experience, even though I'm not really interested in NBA. Something to remember forever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow we're going to visit Wesleyan, so doggone exited. Hope my 'rents love it too! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-6737250064509255698?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/6737250064509255698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/04/whut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/6737250064509255698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/6737250064509255698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/04/whut.html' title='WHUT'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-802380898619724095</id><published>2009-04-25T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:44:48.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>Jetlag bites hard in the ass, majorly. My body clock has gone all wacko already. I've always been a night person, sleeping to the wee hours of the morning, but right now when we head back to our hotel I dive right in the covers and drift off to dreamland immediately. But it may be partly because of the fatigue too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel's situated in Newark, New Jersey- a train ride from New York. New Jersey seems like the anti-thesis of New York, and that's not to say that I'm not enjoying it. NJ's more of the quiet, chill-out kind of neighborhood, while New York's more of the epitome of the hustle and bustle of city life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, NY's subway scares me. But hey, I guess that's part of the city's alluring charm. The upper east side is much quieter (and much more uncrowded) than the part near Broadway, and Time Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we headed off to Chinatown (I felt like I was transported to the HK streets), Little Italy (Gelato is very, very, delectable), and Soho (I shopped around, bought stuff at Old Navy and H&amp;amp;M). I'm trying not to shop to much, except fall clothes, because I'm ALWAYS cold. It's like, so sunny, and the weathers supposed to go up to the mid-20s here today, but I'm still so cold. I don't know how I'm going to survive winter, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gotta go. I think we're going to Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty, and the World Trade Center today. Toodles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-802380898619724095?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/802380898619724095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/802380898619724095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/802380898619724095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-2658311684336787680</id><published>2009-04-23T08:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:05:46.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ㅗㅕㅗ</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm in Korea and I've been blogging since we came here 3 times already. Ang pathetic ko, sorry na. :)) I've just finished going around and about the airport, nothing to see much, except super sales in EVERY store. Recession bites hard. Jewelry, shoes, bags, and even liquor are on sale on up to 70% off, in the airport no less. And I thought Asia wasn't too affected by the economic downturn. How much harder did the recession hit the US? I hope sales up to 90% off. &gt;:D Well in Hong Kong, last Christmas, there was this shop that all items were 90% off! =)) If only the stuff there were actually nice. :)) Oh well, I hope in the US there's a 90% sale - on laptops. SOBRANG OMG WOAH NA YUN. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been mistaken for a Korean for approximately 100 times already. JOKE exaggerated ko. :) Maybe around 10-ish times? In a few hours. @_@ I never fancied myself as a Korean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean saleslady/stewardess/civilian/whatever: *Giberrish gibberish blah blah blah yada yada*&lt;br /&gt;Poor me: Ughhh... I'm not Korean *With matching BIG SMILE :D*&lt;br /&gt;Korean s/s/c/w: @_@ *Giberrish gibberish blah blah blah yada yada the second*&lt;br /&gt;Poor me: @_________________@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last post in Incheon Airport, bye! :) We're boarding. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-2658311684336787680?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/2658311684336787680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/2658311684336787680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/2658311684336787680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='ㅗㅕㅗ'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-1300176353549114832</id><published>2009-04-23T07:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:49:56.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I never knew sleeping on a very very very hard couch for about 2 hours could be so refreshing. :) The stores here opened at around 7:00 a while ago, just couldn't wake myself up. Sleep &gt; Fashion. Yeah. :)) First time I made THAT conclusion in a looooong time. Well di naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know this is my second post in a few hours, but no one's online. A while ago Gellina was, though. (Gossip Girl is that addicting, eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands my cracking, damn cold. But I guess it's just the central air conditioning system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-1300176353549114832?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/1300176353549114832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/1300176353549114832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/1300176353549114832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-5699337772471412937</id><published>2009-04-23T04:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:05:05.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korea</title><content type='html'>I'm in the Incheon (Or is it Icheon? I'm not really sure) Airport in Korea, it's so hi-tech and modern here. :) It's really cold, and I'm wearing flipflops and freeeezing - 8 degrees Celsius, if I'm not mistaken. We're here for a stop-over for 5 hours until our 11:30ish flight to New York. I'm so sleepy, I barely had 2 hours of sleep last night, and the captain kept on giving random updates of the windspeed, plane speed, etc. Like ugh. :)) So yeah, I still wont be showering for the next 20-something hours or so, good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm for excited to go to the East Coast, it's my first time there. We've already been to the West Coast, around 6 summers ago. I was 9 years old then, and I remember passing off as 7 years old, to avail half-price in Disneyland. :D Okay, random. But true, nevertheless. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know when I'm going to get the chance to go online again, so here's a shout-out to all the night-owls out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish everyone a great summer! :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-5699337772471412937?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/5699337772471412937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/04/korea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/5699337772471412937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/5699337772471412937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/04/korea.html' title='Korea'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-5131582857351691000</id><published>2009-04-21T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:17:39.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, fidgeting, and college.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've always fidgeted a lot, eversince I was a little girl. I randomly just do it out of the blue, I never even notice it that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, this little clandestine bad habit of mine springs up more than usual. It's getting a bit bothersome, to say the very least. VERY BOTHERSOME. Two nights in a row I've been kept up late at night by my constant fidgeting, 6 a.m. to be exact. My parents were already opening their blinds, the roosters were already cackling away, and early birds were already up and about before I drifted away to dreamland. And no, I don't think this is insomnia. Not yet, anyway.I usually fidget whenever I'm suffering from the oh-so-common SVBS, or summer vacation boredom syndrome, or sometimes I'm just thinking deeply about something. This time, it's more probably the latter. Something's been bothering me, over and over and over again. (Not in my dreams, mind you. I just keep fretting about something that shouldn't really be such a big deal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our batch's high school graduation over last March 28, the prospect of college looms ahead of us graduates. Most of my barkada is going to La salle (wooot wooot!), and a lot of other Peterians are going to UST or CSB too. Some AJSS-ers are heading off to OUR school, the Ateneo, while the others are attracted to the freedom and academic excellence the UP name is known for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had it all planned out, UP Manila first for one academic year, I'd take up BS Biochemisty. Then (maybe) transfer to UP Diliman and shift to Psych IF I was sure I wanted to become a doctor. If not, I'd stay at UP Manila, because BS Biochemistry seems a hell lotta fun, especially since it's merges too of my favorite subjects in one single discipline. The prospect of graduate school in Criminology abroad seemed enticing and inviting to me too. Smooth-sailing, smooth-sailing. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Graduation Party on the 30th of March, this year. I had a smashingly good time, in the company of friends whom I know'll still be there for me even after four years of evil college professors, or four decades of nasty bosses and lazy co-workers. I was too jubilant and having a blast then, that I purposely left my cellular phone on the table of the restaurant. "Who would possibly text or call me at this hour?" I reasoned out at that time. Well, my mom, I guess, because she texted me something that I've been waiting for for a lot of months. A text that, I think, is still in my cellular phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got accepted abroad. Wesleyan University, in Connecticut. Freeman Asian Scholar - Full tuition. I just have to pay for a ridiculously expensive dorm, but who cares? It's a top-notch school in the liberal arts, around top 10 in America I believe, and among the highest in federal Science research funding. How I passed, I have no clue, but I did. And that's what matters. Thank You God, Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so what? Nothing will change in the least, and all my UP plans would still be motion- well, provided I reject the scholarship. It's a gargantuan decision, placed upon the shoulders of girl who struggled with the weight and the pressure accompanying this decision. I was overwhelmed over everything- of getting accepted at such a prestigious institution, of the prospect of going off abroad alone, and of the prospect of leaving my family and friends. So after much circumspection, deliberation, serious thought, fidgeting, and emo time, I've decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, UP. Hello, Wesleyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be a full-fledged Wesbian in a few months. I've confirmed already, last Friday. We're going to take care of all the documents like visas etc when I come back to the Philippines, because I'm going to the East Coast in America to shop for a college wadrobe, be wacky tourists, and check out the Wesleyan campus. I'm sure it'll be beautiful, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leaving in late August, and I'll be living alone in a dormitory there. My family would still reside here in our home country, the Philippines. I might not be back for a while, but hopefully I'll be back every summer, though at this point in time I offer no promises. I'd might have to save for medical school there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No goodbyes, just see you laters. Besides, August is still really far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-5131582857351691000?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/5131582857351691000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-fidgeting-and-college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/5131582857351691000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/5131582857351691000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-fidgeting-and-college.html' title='Me, fidgeting, and college.'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-2484087305030948842</id><published>2009-02-27T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:02:53.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Inevitably, things change. They have to, eventually. Sort of like the turning of day into night, of autumn into winter, of laughter into tears. Maybe it can be conned unfair, but who are we to judge? It's a part of life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In some cases, of course, people can't help but dread these changes, become sad, turn emotional. Especially if they have to leave something they've grown accustomed to. Or maybe, sometimes, it might be people that they'll have to leave behind. The ones who've they've known forever, and love beyond recall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even if these changes would pave the way for a new exciting twist in their life, still, they can't help but resent time for flying so fast. Everything seemed like it happened just yesterday. It's all a blur of black and white now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No goodbyes. Just "see you later". &lt;em&gt;Let's make these weeks the best ever! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-2484087305030948842?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/2484087305030948842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/02/emo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/2484087305030948842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/2484087305030948842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/02/emo.html' title='Emo'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-1631616708976051211</id><published>2009-02-21T17:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:11:10.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foundation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was our last foundation day (or days, to be exact) at SPAS last Feb. 18-21. At times it was boring, but for most of it, I had a hell of a blast! :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday, Feb. 18. My whole morning was just plain... pissy. Or whatever word to describe it hahaha! I mean, I had to run around the campus doing stuff for the Science Society. Utusan ako hahaha! But, in the end, it was all worth it. The Sci-dance cheering competition was a tremendous success! :) Not to mention, our batch, the seniors, won! "Flying Eagles" rocks! :D Congrats to the cheerers, and the propsmen! Also, congrats to the Freshmen, Sophies, and Juniors for a job well done! :p I was impressed with everyone, promise!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so the next day, Feb. 19, it was more or less a free day. I was nothing important to do (except for the glee club performance) so I just hung out most of the day with the band. They were practicing for the performance the next day. Hahaha at that time, they were nearing hysterics because almost no progress was being made yet! But they ambushed Yinan and James, to become the bass guitarist and guitarist. Hahaha saviors! :D Crisis averted. In the afternoon, I then watched the Basketball Finals in the gym. We won! Valiants won! Woohoo congrats I'm so proud of you guys! :) It was a really really exciting match, both teams were so great! Napa-believe ako sa inyo hahaha! :p I was cheering and jumping around and holding a big banner (actually, it was just a cartolina) that said "Go Valiants!". :)) So the match finished around 3:00, then off to the pingpong intrams. I won one, lost one, but it's ok! :D Still very happy. :D It was generally a happy day, but around 5:00, I was the one in hysterics. :)) There was a... &lt;em&gt;problem &lt;/em&gt;regarding our booth. No need to delve into the specifics, at least we fixed it immediately the next day. We even sold around 200 ice candies, and it was all gone before noon! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So on to Feb. 20. This was the most memorable day, IMO. :) From morning up to around 11 am, I was at MGC at Taguig to be the alternate for the MTAP competition. Turns out, alternates aren't allowed so I went back to school so that I could enjoy myself for the rest of the day. I just hung around with the band some more. Around 4:00, "Wired" or the band performance started. Last minute, they pulled me to become the second voice in one of the songs. Of course I agreed hahaha dream ko yun! :p Even though I had approximately... 10 minutes to practice, at least it turned out well. :) Congrats to Gail, Seline, Niño, James, Yinan, and Kevin B. for a job well done! BTW, the band's name is "Farewell". Awwww... Gets? :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last day dubbed "Family Day", I was just asleep in my house. :)) Hahaha I didn't go anymore, was so tired already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that was my last Foundation Day at SPAS. I sure will cherish the memories here for decades to come. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-1631616708976051211?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/1631616708976051211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/02/foundation-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/1631616708976051211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/1631616708976051211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/02/foundation-day.html' title='Foundation Day'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-7459585288120384435</id><published>2009-02-08T21:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:03:58.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seniors' Prophecy 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Written By: Karla Therese Sy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Special Thanks to: Angelo Lam, Nathaniel Chan, Danalaine So, Kenneth Chua, Alberto "GAY" del Rosario&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Carpe Diem, Latin for “seize the day”. It means savor the bliss and enjoyment of the moment, and worry and fret not for our tomorrows. Life should be enjoyed one second at a time, step by step, day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I bet most of you, agree 100% to this mantra! But, wouldn’t it be fun to imagine us seniors, 15 years into the future, out of high school, out of colleges and universities, and (I hope) out of our parent’s houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay, so let’s fast forward 15 years into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Guess what’s on the news? It’s got the whole nation talking! Alody Frances Sy, Philippine President at age 31! (No idea how that happened.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marianne Tomagan will become an interior designer. Her specialty? Bathrooms full of mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;Jaymar, Alvin and Gerard would become chefs, but not just any other chef out there. They’ll join the singing cooks and waiters atbp. Can you imagine that? Jean will become a principal of her own university. Because of the competition, De La Salle, Ateneo, UP and UST closed down.&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Salud, unexpectedly, followed her heart (and not her humungous brains) and married a rockstar. She went on a roadtrip, and was last seen in Prague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have guessed that BJ would really become a soldier in Iraq, Pakistan, and Antarctica. He didn’t become a businessman, as we all thought he would be. (I guess getting an 18 in entrepreneurship discouraged him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Let’s at look our batchmates who went into the field of science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Karla Therese Sy will develop a diet pill, called “Fit ako” that actually works! She picked a model from her own friends, Karen Hung. I mean, hello! I’m sure EVERYBODY would believe in that pill. Margaret will become a paranormal expert, trying to locate manananggals, aswangs, and espiritus.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Carlo Tansuk became a scientist, eventually finding an effective way to (in the commercial’s words) make your nose larger and longer.  Hennessy Fong will become a detective, trying to solve things like “The unsolvable Physics problem” and “The impossible trigonometry question” Patricia Lin will grow up to be a surgeon, and on the sideline a tattoo artist. She will do tattoos in the arms, legs, hands, even the eyebrows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jendy will discover a new species of butterflies, and will name it as “Jendicus Chunus”. And who can forget Justin Hao? He became a researcher in the FNL Company regarding the field of aliens. On the other hand, Jake will win the Nobel Prize for outstanding research in animal reproduction and propagation. Gellina Dy would venture into the field of forensics and crime scene investigation. Once she tried to crack the curious case of the curly haired Cualot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, there will always be those who’ll go into business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Angelo, eventually, will find out that his calling is neither for chemistry nor for math, and he’ll open his own fruit store. Ponkan, anyone? On the other side of town, Warrick Kaw will open up his own small business, a meatery. His shop will sell a lot of meat… chicken, pig, and cows. Allyssa Syiaco will run Mrs. Field out of business. She’ll open a bakeshop, name it Ginang Bukid, and it’ll become a smash hit success. Sharmaine will follow her dad’s footsteps in becoming the new SPAS Official Photographer. Nathaniel Chan went on to become business partners with her in the photography business, which will be named Super King and Queen. Danalaine and Misty will eventually open up their own skin care and accessories store. Dana will make the skin care line with her chemistry skills, and Misty will make the customized accessories with her economics knowledge. Carl will open his own factory. A jam factory, to be exact. (No wonder, as he likes jam) AC Te will open a casino near Casino Filipino, and will name it “Casino Chino”. However, Willie will make her own gym having herself as the instructor, endorser, model, dietician, personal trainer, and everything in between. Kevin Chua will become a seller of all kinds of bags–Louis Vuitton, Jansport, doggy bags, trashbags, barfbags etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who can forget those who became performers, actors and singers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM, Arvin and Stephen Uy will form their own 3-man hip-hop dancing group. Meanwhile, Gail will join Japan Idol, and will become an overnight sensation, singing hits like “Don’t butt in” and “Kapag ako’y napasigaw”.  Meanwhile, on the local scene, Arc will become a rapper, rapping hits like “Beyond darkness” and “Black nights”. David Co, Stephen Si, and Richard Ong would become endorsers, eventually endorsing “The amazing extra4 hold wax for hair”, and “the extra spiky hairpiece”.&lt;br /&gt;Alberto, aka Albi, and Renz Cheng would form a two-man (or two-girl, I’m not really sure what you two are) singing duo. Jamie, with her high-pitched voice, will become an opera singer, collaborating with Albi and Renz in joint concerts. Katrina and Andrea will form a rock band, with Katrina on lead guitar and backup vocals and Andrea in lead vocals and bass guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being the well-rounded batch that we are, we also have some in the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danica Ang will become a fashion designer, and will open her own fashion label named after herself. &lt;br /&gt;Jessie will eventually become a talk show host, naming his show “Late Nights with Jessie Concepcion.” &lt;br /&gt;Mei, Chryslyn and Sophia Tillmann will become hardcore socialites, raiding out the parties and clubs in town. You’ll see them in the society pages regularly. Cheska Quiambao, on the other hand, will grow up to be a TV host, for “Ambush Makeover”. Mary Grace and Marvin Bondoc would host a radio program which help lovesick people, titled “Doctor and Doctora Love”. Seline will become a director, directing popular movies like “UK: The movie” and “Ang pagdadalaga ni Spencer Querubin”. Jennifer and Heidi would become archrivals in the Fashion business. Both of them would become stylists for the stars. Their regular clients? Vanessa Agbayani, whose talents have made her into a Hollywood star. Also, silent Allyssa Lao, starring in numerous silent dramas, would become one the most outstanding Academy Award winners in the business. As expected Jacques would still become our batch’s future jack of all trades- Actor, Singer, Impersonator, Composer and a lot more. I guess he’s the following the footsteps of his idol, Ogie Alcasid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could we leave out those who’ll venture into the field of academia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyanna, and Casylene would go to Japan, and would become teachers of Japanese Language. They even beat out the natives in their own tongue. John Kevin will come back and teach in St. Peter. He’ll let students read stories like The Passionate Shepherd, teach them words like mercurial, and lecture about rhythm and rhyme. Hmm, sounds very familiar. Also, who would have guessed Katherine Tan as the primetime broadcaster in the newest TV station, ABS-GMA channel 27. Meanwhile, friends still stick together even in work. Justine Erika, Patricia Sy, Carlene, and Juvy would compose the future staff of Candy magazine. Erika as the editor-in-chief, Patricia Sy as the fashion editor, Carlene as the beauty editor, and Juvy as the lay-out editor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those who will always be extraordinarily lucky in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Sophia Arifin. She went back to Indonesia, and won the grand lottery there. Too bad she forgot to claim her prize because she was too busy sleeping. (Tsk) Now, you guys may laugh at Kenneth Cua, but in the future he’ll make way more money than the many of us. How? He’ll open a salon specializing in hair straightening in Europe. Marianne Cruz will marry a high-society man, and she herself will become one of them. Her future name seems to be… Mrs. Marianne Tiu? Meanwhile, Edison will become the new CEO of Windows, and will develop a new Windows Version dubbed “Microsoft Bintana.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as luck is fickle, we also have our share of unfortunate people in our batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy Aileen and Abigail would become all gothic. They will always be seen to be wearing dark makeup and listening to heavy metal music. I wonder what happened to them? But more unfortunate, is the case of Niño Pineda. He was last seen in UP Diliman at 8:00 in the night (really? It’s hard to believe), and nobody heard from him again. Sad, really. Brent worked in a perfume factory, not as a chemist or as a manager, but as the perfume sniffer! Hey at least he put his talents to good use. Look at future Ramil and Jemelee, they’ll become the deadliest assassins the world has ever seen. Silent, but deadly. Marc, meanwhile, will become a great guitarist… in Guitar Hero. Hey, at least every song was flawless! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our batch there will also be a new generation of world-class athletes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kenneth Chua, as expected, won the world title in bowling, predicatable? (though bowling doesn’t pay the bills, so he took a job as a fishball vendor outside SPAS) How about this, James would set a Guinness World Record of being the most flexible person in the world. predictable? How about this, Cheline Go as the fastest runner in the Philippines. Predictable? …. Okay, aside from that, Cyd will become the first woman to swim across the Pacific Ocean. It took her exactly…. 14 years and 364 days to swim it. It means she’s going to start… tomorrow?  Meanwhile, Vince Tan and Mico Lau will become bull fighters in Spain. (Actually, Vince will become the bull fighter, Mico is just the bull.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymart would join the PBA, and become the next basketball superstar! The next Billy Mamaril perhaps? And guess who Raymart’s number one fan is? Ryan Avila of course! Gregory Chen will become Raymart’s personal bodyguard, following him everywhere, even to the toilet sometimes. He’ll also be a part time bouncer. Princess Yee and Terry Yap would become the new WWE Tagteam Champions. Meanwhile, Johannes Teng will replace Edge as the WWE Champion. His stage name would be Curlito, instead of Carlito. El Niño Alimurong will become a world famous boxer, and eventually he’ll become best friends with his coach, Manny Pacquiao. Isn’t this one for the books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And topping it all up is Paul, representing the Philippines in the Olympics in all sports, and winning gold medals in all of them! Pingpong, basketball, volleyball, track and field, taekwondo and even swimming! Too bad, Cyd was still recovering from her world record attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the good side of the coin, some of us will become the hope of our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Pua will open a home for the poor and needy. Surprisingly, Anthony will become (wouldn’t you know it) a priest! He’ll be the number 1 advocate of conservatism and conventionalism in the Philippines. Who would have expected that from him? Isn’t this cool, Charles Co would be named “Robin Hood II- The protector of the poor”. He’ll steal from the rich to give money to the poor. Charitable right?  Christopher Chong will become a great lawyer, defending Nazarene when he was convicted of smuggling illegal and pirated DVDs. Meanwhile, this is more predictable, Trixie would become a nun in the Sta. Clara Convent. (Let’s just hope Padre Salvi isn’t there). Also, Though everyone expected it, Ryan Velez became rich. Or atl east richer. But because of his kind kind heart, he donated everything he owned to Alan’s establishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else, who else…&lt;br /&gt;Mary Choi and Melody will open a five-star hotel, naming it “M2M”. Spencer will gain a new nickname, Michael Jackson, not because of any ability but because of….. You guys just guess. Patrick Yao will eventually redesign the façade of St. Peter the Apostle School, turning it to a super modernized school, complete with elevators and the best basketball gym ever. Sharina Sy, Karyn Liong and Charmayne will all migrate to China. Sharina will become the translator of the Chinese President, Karyn as the economic adviser and coy Charmayne as the head of palace security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because our batch is prominent, some of us will become famous worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle will become known as the Filipino female Yao Ming. She continued to grow even after puberty; and her last recorded height was 7 feet 3 inches, and counting. Jaime Gaisano, will become the next contender for Iron Chef America. Unfortunately, he lost in his last challenge, because his plates were seemingly licked clean when they arrived at the judges’ table. Kristine Lua will become a famous tour guide, appearing and starring on shows like “Tour around with Lua.” Kristine and Guia Co will both become national artists of the Philippines, auctioning their masterpieces worldwide. Kimberley, on the other hand, would become a world-famous writer. In the future, she would write books about vampires, werewolves, plus uber-handsome aliens. It sure did give Twilight a run for its money. Now this is the weirdest: Lincoln Nunag went AWOL for a couple of years, and when he came back, he built giant robots to try and take over the world. Good thing Sherwin Que, our resident hero, a.k.a. Papa Shawi, saved the world from Lincoln once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that is our batch, seniors 2008-2009. Aren’t we just great? :)) LOVE YOU ALL! &gt;:D&lt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-7459585288120384435?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/7459585288120384435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/02/legacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/7459585288120384435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/7459585288120384435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/02/legacy.html' title='Legacy'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-861573663902859941</id><published>2009-02-07T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:18:17.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;:)) Junior-Senior Promenade 2008: Diamonds are forever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~February 6, 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Grand Hyatt Hotel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fuuuun&lt;/span&gt;!! :)) It was really really great! I swear! I wore a fire-engine red chiffon gown with some black beading and rhinestones, with black 3 inch shoes and a black beaded clutch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I won Belle of the Night (major award) - it means that I exemplify poise and gracefulness 'daw'- and Gem of All Gems (minor award)- this is intelligence right?. I was so happy I couldn't describe what I was feeling when they announced my name. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was also Ms. Alma Mater for the night, that was really great because I got to walk down the red carpet last. :) Finale '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;daw&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! Hmmm I never got to say my lighting of the candle speech. I also bequeathed the flag of loyalty. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for the dancing, my feet were killing me in the fast songs! But this is our last prom so I just danced the night away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! As for the slow dances, I'm so happy because I got to dance with some of my guy and girl friends, because I didn't get to dance with them last year. :p And I'm also really happy because... secret &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;! :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank God people listened to my prophecy even though it was like half an hour long! :p I hope I didn't offend any of you guys! Hahaha I blew off my thesis for that speech! :D Sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cheska&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;muuuch&lt;/span&gt;! :(( I feel so guilty for that! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; what else? Oh yeah cotillion! I got to feel what it felt like to be a dancer for awhile. :) My dancing skills ain't half-bad, in fairness. :P At least, I'd like to think so. Hahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Food was great, better than in Sofitel last year. We took so much but we just got around to eat half of the food we put on our table. :) Creme Brulee equals yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah, that was my prom. It ended around 12 'o clock. Afterwards we went to Mitch's house, then slept around 3 am, then woke up at 7 am. Hahaha so early! Then we swam swam swam, then got in the sauna! Love it! Hahaha then we went back to Mitch's house, then I went home around 1:45, to get ready for the Director's List dinner in The Ateneo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'll save that for another post. :) Toodles! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Thanks to everyone to made my prom special. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-861573663902859941?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/861573663902859941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-prom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/861573663902859941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/861573663902859941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-prom.html' title='After Prom'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-3224692300750364987</id><published>2009-02-05T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:30:52.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey guys. :)) Prom tomorrow. :p Hope everything turns out great! SAYAWAN NAAAA! :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm... I still have to finalize my prophecy and lighting of the candles speech, God it's so stressing! I actually want to skip class tomorrow morning, but I don't think my mother wants. Anyway, I'll still try to convince her. So feel sooo tired and look so haggard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhoo, I'll go back to doing my speeches. Toodle-doo! :)) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-3224692300750364987?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/3224692300750364987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/02/prom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/3224692300750364987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/3224692300750364987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/02/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-3500415872794654883</id><published>2009-01-30T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:31:15.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I can't believe it. I think I'm burned out. I don't even know why, I never really studied hard this school year. How could I be burned out? The only thing I know is that I just don't want to do anything remotely close to academics anymore... Everything's just so... tiring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aside from that, I find it so hard to be happy these days. I don't know, I get these crazy mood swings. And I mean REALLY crazy. It's like my emotions are taking control of me, ugh. I don't even want to smile anymore, and everything's just a mask. I'm not depressed, I think, but most days I just want to curl up in my bed and eat a pint of chocolate ice cream. But I obviously can't, because my weight's going to spiral out of control... Ugh, I don't want to be a whiner, but hey, at least I don't whine to anyone, just in this blog. If you don't want to see me act all sad and cranky, then don't read my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wait, now why am I pissed off over nothing? *Sigh*, this happens a lot lately. I just want to become happy again, or if that's not possible, I just want to die...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-3500415872794654883?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/3500415872794654883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/3500415872794654883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/3500415872794654883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-8081736236234266177</id><published>2009-01-24T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:53:45.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So first of all, congrats to the Oblation Scholars and Intarmed Candidates for UP! :) Hahaha galiiing idol kayo. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Intarmed. My dream course. Wasn't expecting, just hoping... It could cut 2 years off my premed and med if I did pass. But I didn't, boohoo. I found out yesterday the minute I went online. I won't deny it, I was a teeny-weeny little bit sad. Well actually I was really miserable. Oh well, that's life.. I guess God has other plans for me. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the past weeks, I've been 100% sure of the decision to go to UP Manila, intarmed or no intarmed. I still passed Biochem, which is a great uber-fantabulous course. But since yesterday, I've been confused as hell. What if it was a sign that I'm not cut out to be a doctor? Yeah I know it's sort of stupid, but I realized where I'd go to college and what I'd major in would change &lt;em&gt;my life&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I closed the computer, put aside my Ipod, sat on my bed, and pondered. For an HOUR. I'm not joking, I swear. Thinking.... thinking.... thinking. And then I came up with this: I wanted to write (at least, in college). Write stories, express myself through words, anything. I absolutely wish that I could hone my writing skills, since as of now it's so "news-ish". It's all facts and straight to the point, it doesn't have that certain spark that would make people want to read it. But still, I can't let go of my dreams of becoming a doctor. Helping people, making them smile, giving them hope... Absolutely heartwarming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I did some more musing, and recognized that UP Manila couldn't give me both things that I wanted. Well yes, I could join a student publication, but I wanted something &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt;. DLSU-M and ADMU could give me that someting. Yes, The Ateneo doesn't have a Biochemistry program. Am I willing to give that up, and go for BS Life Sciences minor in Creative Writing? I don't know, I don't know. If I finished this course, but suddenly due to some constraints, can't go to med school, what career would I go to? I don't really see myself writing my WHOLE life. Maybe as a sideline, yes, like how Ma'am Queena Lee Chua does it, but not as a career. Life Sciences would just allow me to become a teacher or a researcher, which I don't really want to be. Or I can go to DLSU-M, take up BS Biochem and AB-Lit. So I opened my computer and looked at their website. And well, there were not enough Creative Writing classes, in my opinion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I pondered some more, and I came back to where I started. UP Manila, BS Biochemistry. Maybe it's really what's for me, but maybe not. Whatever, &lt;em&gt;Que Sera Sera&lt;/em&gt;. I'll just join the student publication or take some writing elective.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..... Sayang talaga Intarmed :(( Huhuhu...&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/9061416435816457460-8081736236234266177?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/8081736236234266177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/01/shattered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/8081736236234266177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/8081736236234266177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/01/shattered.html' title='Shattered.'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-8966438953122636835</id><published>2009-01-10T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:58:08.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADMU Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okaaaaaay. Admu results came out today. :) First of all, let me congratulate some people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRESHMAN MERIT SCHOLARS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paco Adajar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Annie Baniqued&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patbau Bautista&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sam Bautista&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dom Bulan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kryslette Bunyi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patti Cruz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emil Dy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geri Felicio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abbie Gawidan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arnold Lau&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah Oliva&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reg Onglao&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Regine Riguera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Billy Supnet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;John Valdes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shelds Wong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. IGNATIUS DE LOYOLA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carlo Mallari&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark Navera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li align="left"&gt;Jela Oyson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;DIRECTOR'S LIST &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat Acido, Marian Albano, Vince Barona, Kat Barretto, RD Bolinas, Raffee Borela, Aisen Cabujat, Charms Capuno, Mendel Chan, Aileen Chua, James Cruz, Chris de Guia, DJ de Jesus, RA Enriquez, Krystella Guevara, Rajie Guevara, Bea Hagad, Joan Hwang, Aladdin Ko, Dana Law, Jules Lo, Kat Lopez, Erv Mamaril, Ella Masamayor, Esther Mendoza, Reg Munoz, Kross Nera, Migz Perez, Issa Reveldez, Corr Reyes, Cat Rollan, Steph Saavedra, Melvin See, Mac-Mac Sua, Jillian Sy, Dann Tan, Ryan Tomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(I actually just got it from Geri's multiply, thanks Geri!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Congrats to everyone who passed also, especially the Peterians! :)) There were a lot of people in out batch that passed/got waitlisted this year, hahaha congrats again! :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Honestly I didn't expect that I could get into the Director's List. I just got shocked when first of all, James Cruz texted me that I got in. :p Even then I still couldn't believe it, until Patbau texted me. Hahaha thanks guys you made my day! :D I mean, last year I just belonged to the top 9% of the ACET, now I belong to the top 200 ACET takers, which is less than 2% I think. Thank you God I'm content with that. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Before, my brother also got into DL, so I guess I'm really happy that I proved myself. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-8966438953122636835?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/8966438953122636835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/01/admu-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/8966438953122636835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/8966438953122636835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2009/01/admu-results.html' title='ADMU Results'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-2589617430842224762</id><published>2008-12-30T08:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:04:41.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macau</title><content type='html'>Hey peepz. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Macau right now, and it's really cold. But weirdly, America is still a lot colder even in spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;*It's so effin' polluted. Reminds me of Xiamen City.&lt;br /&gt;*The drivers here drive like maniacs. And to think I'm scared of moving vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;*Shopping's good. Not Hong Kong great, but good nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm what else? I've just undergone my 1st day, So I dunoo what's to come yet. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops gotta go, my breakfast buffet (OMG tataba ako!) is a'waitin. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-2589617430842224762?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/2589617430842224762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2008/12/macau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/2589617430842224762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/2589617430842224762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2008/12/macau.html' title='Macau'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-877655899298360253</id><published>2008-12-28T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:43:11.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desperate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><title type='text'>I knew it was going to boil again soon enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It was just a matter of time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so here's the story. Yesterday my mom dragged me (though I admit I was pretty willing) to Slimmers World. So we did a few hours of cardio, of weights, and of other exercise stuff. Afterwards, we availed of a figure consultation. So I thought why not consult, just for the heck of it. It sounded like a non-tiring way to pass time. By 6:30 we were home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What happened inside the consultation room? Two words: REALITY CHECK. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This isn't about being dramatic or being an insecure bitch who just cares about her weight, but OMGGRABENATOH I'm 10 lbs overweight. I knew I gained pounds from last year, but this senior year I was so better off with my weight and my insecurities. Last year, I was at the peak of my weight, once even reaching 110 lbs for my 5'4 body. But my life was consumed with the thought of calories, weight, and whatnot. I spend all my time looking at diet websites, and I try different weird diets all the time. I remember once gaining a pound, and crying hours endlessly to a friend. (I think I freaked him out, big time.) I don't know, last year I felt that my happiness depended on my weight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This year it's been so much better. I gained a few (or maybe more than a few)  pounds, but I thought: So what? The numbers on the scale do not define my happiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But ever since yesterday, when I learned that I needed to lose 10 pounds, my mind has been preoccupied with losing weight. I ate next to nothing the whole day. This morning I went to an aerobics class, and I'm dead tired. My self-esteem has dipped to record low, and I just want to cry my eyes out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the other hand, this may be a blessing in disguise. At least now the realization hit me, that I need to act before my health deteriorates for the worse. I'm going to Macau and Hong Kong tomorrow, maybe I could squeeze in some exercise every morning and late at night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just hope I wont go all insecure-loser again, or else my whole world will change. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-877655899298360253?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/877655899298360253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-knew-it-was-going-to-boil-again-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/877655899298360253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/877655899298360253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-knew-it-was-going-to-boil-again-soon.html' title='I knew it was going to boil again soon enough.'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9061416435816457460.post-8202210248702079975</id><published>2008-12-28T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:19:55.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey you. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So you might be wondering why the hell am I making a blogspot, when I have a perfectly good &lt;a href="http://www.shimmermoondust.multiply.com"&gt;multiply page&lt;/a&gt;. I love my multiply, don't get me wrong, but it just feels.... too public. I mean, honestly, I can't rant my heart out there because each and everyone of my multiply friends gets updates. And yeah, let's face the fact that I don't like sharing the itty-bitty parts of my priavate life with random people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the other hand, only my YM! friends would get to know about this multiply. And I don't add unknown-to-me people to my list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough of the chitchat. So again, hello. :) Welcome to Karla Sy's Blog. Don't trip on your way out. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9061416435816457460-8202210248702079975?l=k-sweet24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/feeds/8202210248702079975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2008/12/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/8202210248702079975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9061416435816457460/posts/default/8202210248702079975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-sweet24.blogspot.com/2008/12/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>shimmer_moon_dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076085802743735579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/shimmer_moon_dust/karlabanner.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
