<?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-1665292467756267248</id><updated>2011-08-10T01:02:23.273+08:00</updated><category term='education'/><category term='korean dresses'/><category term='bleeding love'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='funny'/><category term='English'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='new'/><category term='CFAD'/><category term='Shrek'/><category term='true love'/><category term='ab'/><category term='phone'/><category term='special children'/><category term='McDonald&apos;s'/><category term='koreans'/><category term='family'/><category term='confused'/><category term='surprises'/><category term='bipolar'/><category term='highschool'/><category term='confusion'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='unrequited love'/><category term='mommy'/><category term='catholicsm'/><category term='dean'/><category term='crush'/><category term='orphanage'/><category term='January'/><category term='gym'/><category term='bleed'/><category term='college'/><category term='school'/><category term='marraige'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='mad professor'/><category term='literature'/><category term='blood type'/><category term='special education'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='shockers'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='food'/><category term='humanist'/><category term='missing'/><category term='weird'/><category term='assignment'/><category term='love'/><category term='bestfriends'/><category term='headache'/><category term='professor'/><category term='first love'/><category term='university'/><title type='text'>Ella's Drama</title><subtitle type='html'>For once, let me be the DRAMA QUEEN.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500295793560093807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxlHJO0t1tw/SSjs2p94kbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vzEzQE0e5g4/S220/asia12.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665292467756267248.post-1474288918347690901</id><published>2009-03-05T14:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:54:16.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Too Much Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Too Much Expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I expected too much.  I thought that I was the only person who could never ever make his nerves boil.  He just ditched what he said to me before, "Wala atang nakakaasar sa'yo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was just simple.   I saw a ballpen lying around just before him while he was busy doing something of the computer, blame our ever demanding professor, so I asked him if it was his (I gave a big deal to the G-tech ballpen).  Then he said raising his voice, "Di sa 'kin 'yan!"  It was petty but it meant something big for me.  He never did that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought our feelings were mutual, well, except for the romantic part actually.  I never found him that irritating that I coul raise my voice at him.  Oh well, I just remembered, I shouted at him when he said I something that I said but I did not at all.  Well, end of this blog.  Sorry for the fickle-minded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to say, about the expectations part, that if someone likes a person that deeply, I don't think that person would not ever get irritated by that no matter what, I was supposed to say that I never felt irritated by him.  But this is not completely the case for me, I actually was irritated by him 2 days ago.  Does it mean that what I feel towards him aren't real at all and just pure product of immaturity and infatuation?  I just can't understant, I never was not this sure about my feelings towards the opposite sex before, well, made me remind that he's not totally the opposite sex, let's just say a half of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just darn unsure and this must be why I'm always absent-minded.  My head spins all the time and sadly, my grades are dropping saying goodbye to the dean's list spot.  THIS IS NOT ME, oh well, might be the part of me that I did not know before and only now has surfaced.   I wish I could let this out to someone and that someone would give me the sanest and most logical answer to make me feel better about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just wish that I would never lose him.  It's better to be just be friends with him that to lose him completely.  But I can't be a hypocrit and smile at him when I feel otherwise about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing, however, he was the first one to talk to me so I talked to him back.  I just couldn't resist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665292467756267248-1474288918347690901?l=ellas-drama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/feeds/1474288918347690901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665292467756267248&amp;postID=1474288918347690901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/1474288918347690901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/1474288918347690901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-much-expectations.html' title='Too Much Expectations'/><author><name>ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500295793560093807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxlHJO0t1tw/SSjs2p94kbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vzEzQE0e5g4/S220/asia12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665292467756267248.post-63478370721905791</id><published>2008-12-15T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:18:19.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='professor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marraige'/><title type='text'>Mrs. HIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrs. HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a usual kulitan time in a class discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seating Arrangement:  Guy friend, ME, HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy friend:  Oi! Napanaginipan ko na asawa mo daw si HIM! (FYI, he doesn't know anything about my feelings for HIM.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Weh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy friend: Oo nga!  Pangalawang beses na napanaginipan ko na kinasal kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy friend:  Basta, nagtuturo ka na daw dito sa university tapos 'yung pinakita mo daw yung ID mo, nakalagay na daw apelyido mo EllA (insert HIS surname).  Eh paano kong  kayo talaga magkatuluyan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Eeewww. Yuck.  (Chos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM:  *NR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I not have the same dreams when I am the one who's really involved?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to express my rants against my Mom's co-workers.  They are so unfair with her, ganging up on someone who's really trying her best to bring money to the company.  If it were not because of her, those b*tches won't have something to feed their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I know that my Mom and my family can get through this and everything would fall into their places.  It's Christmas afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665292467756267248-63478370721905791?l=ellas-drama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/feeds/63478370721905791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665292467756267248&amp;postID=63478370721905791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/63478370721905791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/63478370721905791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/2008/12/mrs-him.html' title='Mrs. HIM'/><author><name>ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500295793560093807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxlHJO0t1tw/SSjs2p94kbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vzEzQE0e5g4/S220/asia12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665292467756267248.post-6856179593057687897</id><published>2008-12-03T19:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:49:26.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orphanage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonald&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>It Only Takes HIM to Make or Break My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It Only Takes HIM to Make or Break My Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was almost a mess!  Oh well, almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Guesses All Failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, how I always thought that I was good in decoding meaning of poems but I fell with a thud in Literature class today.   All my interpretations of the poems that we read seemed to be less appealing to our prof.  But still, I believe in the general rule in literature that EACH OF US HAS HIS OWN OWN INTERPRETATION and IDEATION of poems and even songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9 vs 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This , I should say, gave me the biggest headache ever today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class decided to have an outreach program instead of our regular Christmas party held every year.  We had already talked about that we would be helping and celebrating with special children in our adopted orphanage.  Everything changed when we replanned everything again.  They (the 19 people composing the majority of our class) were like making excuses that it would not be feasible to plan for a program, party and gift-giving in the orphanage because of the restricted time and schedule that we have.  They were just thinking that our class would just want to drop our donations and that's it because it so much easier.  Nine of us still believed that it would still be possible and we stood up bravely.  We are going to prove them that what they are thinking is wrong!!! We promised ourselves that we are going to make this bash possible and plan everything for my, sorry for the word, mediocre classmates.  What really aggravated this disoriented situation of mine was HIM.  I dunno, I couldn't believe he joined us, the brave souls (he was so thinking more that twice but I knew he really would like to help) and I was disappointed by HIM when he was even the one who printed out the list of orphanages that I was able to find on the net.  My friend said that HE really wanted to join us but he was thinking of the time (I almost forgot that he was a blah).  Another thing that ruined by wits, my classmates were too stingy to shell out money for this worthwhile event but they were so willing to spend alot on exchange gifts and our class party?!  WTF?!  What kind of attitude and empathy were you trying to show?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;McDo Fries (love much!) Put Into Waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's French Fries, FYI, would be one of my most favorite comfort food. My friend gave me such, I think out of pity because I wasn't able to buy lunch for myself  due to the whole planning thingy.  The french fry box was still full, so I gave some to HIM but HE was super clumsy that He accidentally pulled the box as he was getting his fries.  The precious french fries were scattered all over the floor!!! He was super sorry and even told me to buy another one but I declined.  It was free anyway.  And maybe, just maybe, he could not really make me angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sold Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 376px; height: 284px;" src="http://i495.photobucket.com/albums/rr320/ellasdrama/december/dress1.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 298px; height: 394px;" src="http://i495.photobucket.com/albums/rr320/ellasdrama/december/dress2.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really eager to have either one of these two dresses.  I saw these dresses on a Multiply online shop and I really wanted to wear one of them to my cousin's wedding on January.   I would really make kulit the seller to see if the dresses were still available.  You see, I'm not really the type of person who loves shopping and clothes, the stereotyped girly dramas but these dresses, especially the grey one really made my eyes wide and made me tell myself,"This is so DAMN PERFECT for the wedding!".  I even went online at 5:30 am, almost running late for school and went to a computer shop after class just to check for her reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict?  &lt;img src="http://i495.photobucket.com/albums/rr320/ellasdrama/december/reply.jpg" /&gt; Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thought It Was US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the gym, my friend told me that one of our friends, who happens to be her seatmate/chatmate said, "Alam mo, feeling ko talaga, may gusto sa isa't isa 'yang DALAWA.  'Di lang nag-aaminan".  Then I asked her, who were the two he was mentioning?  Then my friend smiled.  From there, I knew, I was involved then I asked who's the other half.  I was expecting HIS name that I would be hearing but it was another.  It was one of my guy friends who I always joke around and laugh with and the one who gave me the fries.  Hearing HIS name would have sounded way better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From here, HIM hasn't done anything good so far.  And I was at my dullest moment. Until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Thought He Would Never Come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE is also my gym mate but he's always too lazy to go exercising that I think he is not really able to maximize what he pays for the facilities and all.  He would come once a week or so.  In music class (just before the spilling of fries incident), he already told me that he would come to the gym, he just had to get clothes from his house, short of saying that he would follow but still he wasn't sure.  I asked what's gotten into him to decide to go to the gym. Our teacher came, he wasn't able to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the gym, we arrived late that usual because I ate lunch first (Ruffles and ensaymada, not good for a girl who is on a diet).  My friend and I were so sure that he would not be coming since it was late already.  When we were about to start sweating our butts off on the treadmill, I saw him coming, kinda puzzled why we were still about to start.  I dunno, but all of a sudden, all the heavy feelings that I had faded away in an instant when we started to joke around and make fun of our friend.  He also told me that he added another story about his imaginary boyfriend.  He would tell everyone tomorrow that he would be having his first kiss with him after having a fight with him at the boy's pad.  Now tell me about what's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, he made my day. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665292467756267248-6856179593057687897?l=ellas-drama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/feeds/6856179593057687897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665292467756267248&amp;postID=6856179593057687897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/6856179593057687897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/6856179593057687897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-only-takes-him-to-make-or-break-my.html' title='It Only Takes HIM to Make or Break My Day'/><author><name>ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500295793560093807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxlHJO0t1tw/SSjs2p94kbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vzEzQE0e5g4/S220/asia12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i495.photobucket.com/albums/rr320/ellasdrama/december/th_dress1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665292467756267248.post-5591590826851536959</id><published>2008-12-01T15:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T04:27:04.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shockers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humanist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood type'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleeding love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catholicsm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Life's Indeed Full of Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life's Indeed Full of Surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday was a long day for me.  It was full of astonishments for me and 'twas like one of the best days I've ever had in my entire life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Went to Hear Mass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this is a bad thing and never a good Christian deed but yes, after months of doing so, I was able to attend our college's monthly mass.  I did this not because of a certain calling but, now I'm digging myself more on the sinful's pit, because our professor really checked upon us so closely that my friends and I dumped our Divisoria plans for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm A Dean's Lister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing the mass, God's blessings came as fast as lightning.  You might think how proud and boastful of me to be blabbering about this but taking it into another note, I rarely have this opportunity so let me be.  My classmates told me when we went back to class that I was enlisted to be one of the top students in our batch (10th placer to be exact, I was barely there.).  I was surprised really and was thankful for the recognition.  It was really beyond my expectation because even the smartest people in class did not make it.  I felt undeserving at first but when looked back to my sleepless nights and haggardness days, I guess, I deserve the treat after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Managed to Make my Crushie Prof Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is one of the best shockers ever!  We were asked by our prof, who is apparently I've got the hots on, to do and impromptu demo of the Top-Down reading processes.  As expected, I was chosen to be the teacher since my groupmates were the shy-types I may say.  I didn't object because I knew that there is no way that they would decide otherwise and no one was willing to be the teacher anyway.  We asked to select and flyer from a set of leaflets that my prof had, HIM, who was also one of my groupmates then, chose Mamma Mia.  So we decided to make a demo teaching focusing on the word 'Mama'.  My groupmate suggested that I use it as a storybook instead since it had pictures and all.  So I agreed but I was really trembling at the moment because I could not think of a story at that moment then I remembered a story that I made in SPED ICT class.  So there, but everything was still impromptu!   So our group was called, the second to present (we didn't draw lots but the slowest group to give this name list would be first to act out.  Thanks to the names of our Korean classmate and Kuya athlete from the province, we almost had the first slot.).  My groupmates acted as students with mental retardation then I did my thing.  I don't know but I could see my prof laughing at me while I was singing, "Mama Mia!".  I was so embarrassed and anxious at the same time.  I really felt like upchucking because of nervousness.  In the end, I think our group did pretty well because he didn't question us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Blood Type Has 1-2% of the World's Population&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 397px; height: 300px;" src="http://i495.photobucket.com/albums/rr320/ellasdrama/december/bloodtype.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AB it is.  I was as if thunderstuck when I heard it from the Kuya Blood Tester (who was really grumpy at the moment because he accidentally knocked off the yellowish liquid for blood typing.  He was  cussing like crazy and I hated him for that).  Then he let me my plate, my blood clotted and formed into dots meaning my blood is indeed type AB.  Then contrary to alot of people's belief, according to the internet, AB is a universal receiver parallel with O as the universal donor.  Then HIM showed me this personality blood type thingy on the internet (BTW, he's B and he was really almost in the verge of vomiting because he was really scared of blood.).  Our descriptions really matched our true personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type AB:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type AB’s are the split personalities of the blood groups. They can be both outgoing and shy, confident and timid. While responsible, too much responsibility will cause a problem. They are trustworthy and like to help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Traits:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool, controlled, rational, introverted and empathic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst Traits:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aloof, critical, indecisive and unforgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As posted in his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Japan, you are what you bleed.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[di na ko masyado magsasalita. pinapakita ko lang sa inyo.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table class="infobox" style="width: 22em; text-align: left; font-size: 88%; line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" cellspacing="5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" style="text-align: center; color: white; background-color: red;"&gt;Type &lt;i&gt;A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th style=""&gt;Best traits&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td class="" style=""&gt;Earnest, creative, sensible&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th style=""&gt;Worst traits&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td class="" style=""&gt;Fastidious, overearnest&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th colspan="2" style="text-align: center; color: white; background-color: red;"&gt;Type &lt;i&gt;B&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th style=""&gt;Best traits&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td class="" style=""&gt;Wild, active, cheerful&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th style=""&gt;Worst traits&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td class="" style=""&gt;Selfish, irresponsible&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th colspan="2" style="text-align: center; color: white; background-color: red;"&gt;Type &lt;i&gt;AB&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th style=""&gt;Best traits&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td class="" style=""&gt;Cool, controlled, rational&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th style=""&gt;Worst traits&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td class="" style=""&gt;Critical, indecisive&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th colspan="2" style="text-align: center; color: white; background-color: red;"&gt;Type &lt;i&gt;O&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th style=""&gt;Best traits&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td class="" style=""&gt;Agreeable, sociable optimistic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th style=""&gt;Worst traits&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td class="" style=""&gt;Vain, rude, dominant&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Traits       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Type O – The Warrior&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" name="content" border="0" cellpadding="7" cellspacing="0" width="534"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;li&gt; trendsetter &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; loyal&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; passionate &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; self-confident &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; independent &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; ambitious &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; vain &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; jealous&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;h3&gt;Famous O’s&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;li&gt; Queen Elizabeth II &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; John Lennon &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; Elvis Presley &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; Liam &amp;amp; Noel Gallagher &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; Paul Newman &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;h3&gt;Type A – The Farmer&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;li&gt; calm &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; patient &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; sensitive &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; responsible &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; overcautious &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; stubborn &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; unable to relax &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;h3&gt;Famous A’s&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;li&gt; Adolf Hitler&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; George Bush Senior&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; Soseki Natsume&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; Ringo Starr&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; Britney Spears&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;h3&gt;Type B – The Hunter&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;li&gt; individualist&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; dislike custom&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; strong&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; optimistic&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; creative&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; flexible&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; wild &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; unpredictable&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;h3&gt;Famous B’s&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;li&gt; Akira Kurosawa&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; Paul McCartney&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; Mia Farrow &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; Leonardo Di Caprio&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; Jack Nicholson&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;h3&gt;Type AB – The Humanist&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;li&gt; cool&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; controlled&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; rational&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; sociable&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; popular&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; critical&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; sometimes standoffish&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; indecisive &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;h3&gt;Famous AB’s&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;li&gt; Jackie Chan &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; Marilyn Monroe&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; John F Kennedy &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; Mick Jagger &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt; Alain Prost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh well, I can say that my life is really blessed by the Heavenly Pops because I'm living a biography of excitement, uncertainness, adventure and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665292467756267248-5591590826851536959?l=ellas-drama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/feeds/5591590826851536959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665292467756267248&amp;postID=5591590826851536959&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/5591590826851536959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/5591590826851536959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/2008/12/lifes-indeed-full-of-surprises.html' title='Life&apos;s Indeed Full of Surprises'/><author><name>ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500295793560093807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxlHJO0t1tw/SSjs2p94kbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vzEzQE0e5g4/S220/asia12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i495.photobucket.com/albums/rr320/ellasdrama/december/th_bloodtype.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665292467756267248.post-8688294060137878276</id><published>2008-11-30T11:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:30:04.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CFAD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unrequited love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shrek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><title type='text'>Unheard Melodies Are Sweeter Than Those That Are Heard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unheard Melodies Are Sweeter Than Those That Are Heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;originally written last night, 11:57 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I can't really help but to write this down.  'Tis heap of suppressed feelings and thoughts that kept bothering me to think that I've got alot of movies to dwell my apprehensions on.  I couldn't find a means to get this one online for I am here in my Mom's house where internet connection is nothing but dead and my brother's laptop's not with him.  Ideation of you keeps on bugging me and telling me that I miss you to think that I've just seen you yesterday, we were together in school.  I really feel like getting to a phone right now and talking to you.  I want to hear your voice.  I want to let out my thoughts.  I wanna feel you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scenario: &lt;/span&gt;You were having chest pains to the point that they were already bothering you.  When we were talking over the phone, there came an instance that you paused for a sec and told me that the pains were bustling you again.   You told me that you were okay and told it to your Mom already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I said: &lt;/span&gt; You might want to tell what was happening to you to your Dad who's apparently a physician but you hesitated since you've been having this cold war with him for years now.  I stopped asking you how you felt and just went on with our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I really felt: &lt;/span&gt; I was not satisfied with the idea that your mom already knew so I searched the net even if we all know how busy we were in school.  I checked the symptoms that you told me that's was why I was able to suggest that it might be a heartburn and told you to if the pains would still persist, you might want to go to a doctor at once.  It didn't end there.  God knew how I prayed for you so hard every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scenario:&lt;/span&gt; You were sick that day that you even hugged me so you would be kept warm but I was moving around and you told me top stop because you were feeling dizzy.  You were absent the next day which was a finals day. You were that frail.  Over the phone, I told you not to attend the next-day classes anymore because I knew that you were just going to flunk the tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I said:  &lt;/span&gt;I used my hand to touch you and feel your fever. I said that I could go with you to the health service but you resisted.  I even informed everyone that you were sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I really felt:&lt;/span&gt;  Afraid that people might tease us, I moved around as if you were just on me hanging lifelessly but I stopped when you said you felt dizzy.  I never knew if you felt it but I hugged back and felt you.  I told you not to go to school anymore not because I thought that you were stupid (eventhough I always associate you with stupid and idiot things, they are all nothing but a joke), in fact, I always think that you are smart with your insights on things and all and you being a good conversant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 292px; height: 386px;" src="http://i495.photobucket.com/albums/rr320/ellasdrama/smart.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just that,  I knew how hard it was to take a test infested with a flu, it was impossible for you to concentrate on the test and it was too risky to do so.  I even prayed to God that you would consider my suggestion, I even didn't pray for myself that night because I knew you needed the prayer more.  I was so thankful, God heeded my plead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scenario: &lt;/span&gt;You said that you were low-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I said:&lt;/span&gt;  I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I really felt:&lt;/span&gt;  I disagreed with what you said.  Others think that way that you're nothing but a wallflower but if they would only get to know you better, they would be able to find an underlying strength and benevolence in you that only some know about.  Your complexity makes you different and unique that despite all of these, you're always carefree and never afraid to show your real self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scenario:  &lt;/span&gt;You want to be a model and you're even planning to attend a go-see for the CFAD fashion show on February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I said:&lt;/span&gt; Are you serious?! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I really felt:  &lt;/span&gt;Though I never thought that you got ALL what it takes to be a model, I still supported you and told you to just go on and do it.   I even copy-pasted a link that I found on Multiply where aspiring models were being called for.  I jokingly told you that I would want to watch you but it was really not a bon mot but actually, I really would want to see you walk the ramp and silently cheer for you even if I know that you would trip with your own foot with 45% probability.  You are that clumsy!  If you haven't noticed, I've always been supportive of you.  I let you fool almost everyone in our block that this guy is your boyfriend because you said that it is somewhat diverting your attention away from Froggy and in the process forgetting her bit by bit even if I know that I would also be in trouble when they would find out that you are bluffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 294px;" src="http://i495.photobucket.com/albums/rr320/ellasdrama/wtf.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly:  Sometimes, I feel jealous over this guy whom you just found on Multiply through your random site hopping.   He is a photographer and reviewer of aspiring nurses.  Oh Lord, help me understand why I am getting jealous over a &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; guy! I can't even understand how you can think of these make-believe stories that apparently sound true!  You could have just chosen someone to act the whole think up with you who's close to you and more realistic in a sense.  If you would only ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scenario:&lt;/span&gt;  You and Shrek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 388px; height: 293px;" src="http://i495.photobucket.com/albums/rr320/ellasdrama/himandshrek.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I said:  &lt;/span&gt;You two, honestly look good together that I even started out a fan club for you, BEFORE.  I even convinced alot to join and they became your instant fans (yeah, cheesy). But God really knew how I really liked the two of you to be together, BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I really felt:  &lt;/span&gt;Everything changed not because of what I feel for you but because of what you feel for her.   Sometimes you would just throw your rants against her that you get irritated by her always going home with you that sometimes you would make excuses just so you can go home alone by yourself. You also get annoyed by her bossiness at times.  And these made me realize that you two are not meant to be and I have no right to push you to her.  You have alot of differences and you can never ever fully jive.  And I don't want you to be with someone you aren't happy with.  Even if it's not with me, I hope you would find someone who can make you straight and find your true self, if that's not too much to ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scenario:&lt;/span&gt; My LSS's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I said:&lt;/span&gt;  Their meanings don't have anything to do with how I feel, I just make petty connections between these songs to my life just so I can feel them more when I sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Next To You by Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;2. Collide by Howie Day&lt;br /&gt;3. Goodbye to You by Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;4. Thunder by Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;5. Paano Na Kaya by Bugoy&lt;br /&gt;6. The Hardest Thing by 98 Degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list just goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I really felt:&lt;/span&gt;  They're actually for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing these songs to you. If you would only read between the lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665292467756267248-8688294060137878276?l=ellas-drama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/feeds/8688294060137878276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665292467756267248&amp;postID=8688294060137878276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/8688294060137878276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/8688294060137878276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/2008/11/unheard-melodies-are-sweeter-than-those.html' title='Unheard Melodies Are Sweeter Than Those That Are Heard'/><author><name>ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500295793560093807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxlHJO0t1tw/SSjs2p94kbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vzEzQE0e5g4/S220/asia12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665292467756267248.post-2721744153818107961</id><published>2008-11-25T20:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:45:59.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='koreans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignment'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Panakip Butas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ultimate Panakip Butas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would not be able to post an entry tonight but then, good thing, our professor moved the deadline on Friday instead of tomorrow because, really, the assignment that she asked us to do was really beyond human capacity!  Talking about a 77-page handout and you have to extract a timeline of the early history of home and family life of children with the key concepts taken not of, there's no way that I will be able to finish it!  Anyway, enough of my rants about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a lucky day, it was as if the whole universe conspired with me and all my prayers were answered.  My professor postponed our long test for he brought the wrong set of test papers.  Very luck y of us indeed!  Although, I studied last night but I think, I didn't ready myself enough to get a passing grade, short of saying that most probably I would fail the test.  My professor in Sociology, on the other hand, who is really known for her monstrous character was very kind and lenient when she entered the classroom.  This is so far from her character.  I remembered one time, when a quiz just ended, my friend told me that she was so going to flunk in the test, same sentiment with me, but it was understandable since the crazy prof did not teach what to we tested on anyway.  Then she saw as and said, "At my command, please for 5 minutes, go outside."  We were really startled! It was a total injustice since the whole class was very noisy and we were the only ones she saw.  Maybe because, my friend is the class president.  My friend was kind of hesitant to go outside but I just pulled her out because our professor was very strong with her decision.  When we went outside, we just laughed the whole thing along since we knew how crazy that professor was.  Then after like, 4 minutes, my classmate asked us to go inside since our prof told her to do so.  I shouted, "Wala pa kayang 5 minutes!".  I really intended to do that since I was really pissed by what she did, she was the first ever teacher who did that to me! My classmates said that they heard what I said and they just held their laughter afraid to be character assassinated by the prof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, she was different.  She was putting our program, special education on the highest pedestal above the accountants, businessmen and even nutritionists!!! And she never gave us that sharp look of hers.  But I kind of predicted that she was going to be in a good mood since before our class, she and the other faculty members, greeted our college rector who was celebrating his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part of this day would be our Dev Read class.  How I really adore our male teacher!!! Since day 1, I have developed a crush and the first one to ever know that is HIM.  He speaks articulately and his humor amazes me.  He asked me to recite Sonnet 118 but 116 was the only one that I knew of, so he recited it to me, us I mean =P, I froze at that moment and my friend was laughing at me asking me what I felt.  I tried to look for his blogs, Multiply, MySpace, Friendster or whatevs (famous expression of his) but GAD!!!  Not a single one I was able to find maybe he's using another name!!!  But because of my stalking skills, I was able to find out his middle name and the year he graduated.  My friend who also has the hots for him was really impressed. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in class, I was active but not as active as I am in other class since I'm shy to commit a mistake in front of him and when I speak, I tremble to the tee.  When he asked for a volunteer to act out as a Grade 1 pupil, HIM was really encouraging me to raise my hand (I was like, errrrr... Aren't you jealous?!  ASA! Haha) but I didn't because I was not in the mood to act as Bonjing.  He had a new haircut, by the way, the one I thought which would look good on him.  He looked like a lesbian with his previous hair, I told him that I think, Sir Dev Read would look better with a shorter hair.  Everyone was really awed by his new appearance, I could even see our Korean classmates drooling over him.  I remembered our first day with him, the Korean girls were late and when they went into the classroom, one of them screamed something which all puzzled us since we didn't understand for it was in Korean.  Then my Korean friend told us that what she said actually directly translates as, "Handsome"!!! We were laughing when we knew that, that girl was hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 381px; height: 288px;" src="http://i495.photobucket.com/albums/rr320/ellasdrama/koreanclassmates.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to today, one of our classmates was late and when she greeted Sir, at first, she didn't notice the new look but when she fully saw him, she stuttered and was just staring at him!  Now, I have alot to compete with! DARN IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's face is also familiar to me then I remembered a drawing I made when I was like 8 years old.  I was so blinded by the idea and curiosity of having a boyfriend so I drew myself an ideal man (stupid I know) which included his family on the portrait.  I'm not being crazy and lying, but he actually looked like Sir Dev Read!  Ahem!  Now, there is no way I will be linked to HIM since we are both 'tied' to another.  Sir Dev Read can mask my hidden agenda!!! If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Remark.  Just want to congratulate the staff of our university paper for coming up with a glossy, colored and substantively good school paper!!! It was a total makeover indeed and even the comics, which I didn't really mind at all before, gave me some smiles and laughs although some parts were still corny and lame to me.  Jia you, guys! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 384px; height: 290px;" src="http://i495.photobucket.com/albums/rr320/ellasdrama/varsitarian.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665292467756267248-2721744153818107961?l=ellas-drama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/feeds/2721744153818107961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665292467756267248&amp;postID=2721744153818107961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/2721744153818107961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/2721744153818107961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/2008/11/ultimate-panakip-butas.html' title='The Ultimate Panakip Butas!'/><author><name>ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500295793560093807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxlHJO0t1tw/SSjs2p94kbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vzEzQE0e5g4/S220/asia12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665292467756267248.post-3625375182659962313</id><published>2008-11-24T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:52:42.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriends'/><title type='text'>My Bestfriend Knows Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Bestfriend Knows Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hi ella! pasukan nnaman hehe,,&lt;br /&gt;miss nkta prang keln lng..hehe!&lt;br /&gt;bsta thank u tlg sa lahat.. seryoso yan..&lt;br /&gt;ur someone n kht anu lng lumabas sa bibig ko e pnpkinggan m and madalas p puro alang kwenta!&lt;br /&gt;ahaha,,bsta pg nkhanp k ng mnlligaw pkilala m muna ha! haha ,, dpat weirdo rn pra kasundo m,,jke! haaayy hehe i just thnk God for letting me know a good friend lyk u,, kht my mga away dati d k tlg kya magalit sau..hehe! kng lalaki nga lng aq niligawan n kta! haha ingat k n sakin my potential wat d jke!haha ingats plgi! loveyah..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bestie- =)&lt;br /&gt;hehe,,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 379px; height: 286px;" src="http://i495.photobucket.com/albums/rr320/ellasdrama/mybestfriend.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really love my bestfriend with what she said, "bsta pg nkhanp k ng mnlligaw pkilala m muna ha! haha ,, dpat weirdo rn pra kasundo m,".  I know she was referring to HIM because when we were having a photosharing of our major  PROSPECTS, I was telling stories about him and she was like, "Parehas kayong WIRDO!".  And she really knew how to tickle my fancy.  While scanning through our pictures with our crazy poses she told me, "Bagay kayo."  And I was like thinking she might be hitting me a joke, "Di, totoo talaga," she added.  But still, I  thought she just wanted me to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriend is the one who knows almost everything about what I feel for HIM. She is the only one who can ever listen to me so intently and vise-versa. Why won't tell it to my friends in college? Practically because, HE and I have the same circle of friends, once I open this up to someone, for sure, eventually just like in a chain reaction, everything would be spoiled like crazy. But, of course, my bestfriend will fully understand what I really feel for HIM for I'm the type of person who cannot really put into words the intense feelings that I have for someone and I am generally not a mushy and cheesy person. This kind of conversation is not really my cup of tea that's why I am all babbling this up in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, we were so noisy in class.  HE, our other guy friend and I were making fun of our lady professor and the owner of our favorite fast food chain at the car park.  The chain sells one of the best and cheapest sharksfin dumplings ever made.  So when we thought of the two of them having an affair and doing the usual hanky-panky stuff, they would dripping each other with chili oil (because we thought that the chain's chili oil became hotter than usual that when I ate my dumplings, my mouth had blisters.), fetish mode.  Yes, I know how disgusting and we were mimicking our professor's antics like crazy.   HE and I were making kulit again and I ended up having pentel and ballpen inks and white liquid eraser on my right arm.  I also got addicted with the smell of our friend's liquid eraser, smelled like car freshener so I outta buy one when I go to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Calliat is being played by iTunes at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me give a rundown of my randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ateneo has really surpassed UP on the 500-best-universities-in-the-world list.  My brother and I were really arguing about this since he would kill to death just to say his school's still on top.  What now, lil bro?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long test tomorrow on a major subject and I do not have any idea where to start studying.  I'm hoping in my deepest to at least have a passing mark!!! I wanna graduate in 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever HE would discover this blog, I should be preparing myself now.  I'll better a letter to be posted here but I'd rather do it with Photoshop, dunno why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665292467756267248-3625375182659962313?l=ellas-drama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/feeds/3625375182659962313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665292467756267248&amp;postID=3625375182659962313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/3625375182659962313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/3625375182659962313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-bestfriend-knows-best.html' title='My Bestfriend Knows Best'/><author><name>ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500295793560093807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxlHJO0t1tw/SSjs2p94kbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vzEzQE0e5g4/S220/asia12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665292467756267248.post-2594813031728753686</id><published>2008-11-23T13:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:54:34.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unrequited love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bipolar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><title type='text'>The Bipolar Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bipolar Effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in having an ideal man.  You would just like someone unexpectedly.  I admit, I think I have fallen in love already.  This guy from highschool.  He was one my closest guy friends.  We laughed alot, joked around and eventually, he became my first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 281px;" src="http://i495.photobucket.com/albums/rr320/ellasdrama/hs3.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;He was someone who girls went gaga over.  Even my girl friends liked him alot.  They even got someone jealous of the relationship we had.  He always made me kulet and would always suprisingly poke my cheek with his point finger.  But it ended there.  I admit, I never knew him alot deeper.  I didn't even know the names of his parents and what they did for a living.  He wouldn't open up secrets to me, well he never did to any girl in class.  I could remember where it all started.  Since Grade 6, we were on the same list of classroom cleaners up until highschool.  He was a great gentleman, he never let me throw the trash and he would always lend a helping hand for me and our other peeps.  He was like, one of the first, if not the first, men who treated me as a lady since men usually did not take me seriously since I have always been the so-called, "one-of-the-boys".  There was a connection between us but it was never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was almost made up of everything.  I even thought,  he was the one for me and no could ever be better or perfect than him.  He was good in playing the guitar and playing basketball.  He was good-looking to alot but for me, he was just not really my type. That was PHYSICALLY.  He was kind to everyone.  Though he was corny at times, I still found him to be funny and couldn't help but laugh whenever I was with him.  If he'd be marrying someday, I was so sure, he could be a very good family man.  But despite all of these, he fell in love with someone who was not extraordinary. She was very simple and timid.  And that wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was someone who was not really pretty.  Even one of his guy friends asked me before, "All of girls, why her?  She's not attractive at all."  But I knew very well why he liked her.  That was why I was never bitter with their relationship.  She was someone who could not even say a bad word against others.  She was very pure and innocent.  I'm not exaggerating, it's just the way I can describe her to the LEAST.  But I have to admit, I was jealous to the point that I thought a song from Nina was really written for me. Every line of it made me cry and emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting from and old blog that I've written 3 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kaya nga, I'm excited to go to college. I hope I would forget him.  Seeing him everyday sucks. Kaya nga maghahanap ako ng matinong lalake, parang siya.  I had a small talk with a classmate of mine, she said if she's going to have a boyfriend, sana the one that she surely loves.  Ganun din naman ako.  Para I won't get hurt badly kesa 1st BF mo tapos break agad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess, you've understood it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes maybe, I found someone who could replace him.  But this didn't stop the heartache.  It just has been replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 384px; height: 289px;" src="http://i495.photobucket.com/albums/rr320/ellasdrama/college.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would want me to explain what is the meaning of the word 'complicated' then I would just might as well spell out his name for you.  Not because his name sounds Russian, yes it sounds fowl, one of the lamest names ever, but it's because he acts, moves and talks very differently.  His sexuality really puzzles me.  He is a bisexual, he admitted but we, his friends, think that he can be a real man.  He's just so devastated over this girl he met in, yes you guess it right, in highschool.  His heart, he claims, was really battered by this girl he pseudonyms as FROGGY.  That's why I told it in my profile that I hate frogs.  What also puzzles me is the way he treats me.  It is different, really, if you would just be with me every single day.  Every night, he would our landline and talk over stuff that if would broadcasted live on TV, would just make Chairman La Guardia go crazy.  But we are not being limerent or anything, it's just that, we could just talk about matters and lay it down on the coffee table to talk over.  Because of him, I learned alot about guys and other things.  It's like, we share things ad educated one another.  We're far different from each other but we have a full and stable connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot say that I have fallen in love for him.  Crazy as you may think, but I am really poisoning these feelings to death as early as now.  No not as early as because I have been feeling THIS for like months already.  I haven't told this to anyone because I, think, can still handle this on my own.  And good thing, I am not being linked to him or being teased upon by others.  In fact, funny at it may seem, I'm being teased to this guy friend of ours.  Like seriously but I don't think I will like him.  We don't have the same kind of interaction with this bisexual guy.  And the good thing is, this bi guy is making a false story out of this guy he saw on the internet so people from our network won't tease us or anything of that sort.  He was like telling everyone that this guy is his boyfriend. How schizophrenic he is, isn't he?  But he told me since day one that he has planted this mad scenario but I just let him be since this is making him somewhat forget that girl from his highschool DAW.  But I asked him, if ever he would really fall for a guy, just at least give his Mom a grandchild. Although he has a brother, HAHA, funny, he's gay.  Same story as his, devastated from his first love.  You might think, it really runs in the blood.  But I hope the blood clot would begin in him.  I think I just have to beat him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two extremely unlike guys but liked by a single girl.  That's why I don't really believe in man of my dreams, ideal man, what am I looking for in a guy, etc.  kinds of sh*t.   I don't even know and I can't even explain why I've come to like these two insanely different guys.  I just couldn't put my fingers on the reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember an SMS quote that I received, "FIRST LOVE never dies.  But TRUE LOVES buries it alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting there. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665292467756267248-2594813031728753686?l=ellas-drama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/feeds/2594813031728753686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665292467756267248&amp;postID=2594813031728753686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/2594813031728753686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/2594813031728753686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/2008/11/bipolar-effect.html' title='The Bipolar Effect'/><author><name>ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500295793560093807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxlHJO0t1tw/SSjs2p94kbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vzEzQE0e5g4/S220/asia12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665292467756267248.post-5244445288794038633</id><published>2008-11-23T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:55:49.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad professor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Another One *sabaw*</title><content type='html'>At 1:23am, Philippine time, another anonymous blog of mine was created.  I tried to access my old one but too bad, it had died already.  I hope I could keep this one for years.  So why did I make another blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not because I've got nothing to do.  In fact, I have alot to do since my professor in a major subject piled up a work for us to do after he got mad (I think. Oh well, based on how he banged the door of our classroom when I last saw him).   But what am I doing now?  Blogging.  So back to the initial question:  WHY DID I BOTHER TO REGISTER TO BLOGSPOT AGAIN? Hmmm...  I think i just need some dot on the cyberspace where I can express my rants but I think my posts of madness are going to be limited since I am initially no an angry person.  My Multiply won't do since I'm too lazy to run through my 200-plus contacts just to select those who I choose to see my each of my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Primarily maybe, I'm so tired of the inner speeches that I have been doing.  My thoughts are very much enclosed in a nutshell and they are just wasted.  Why not let 'em out right?  I checked out my old blogs on Blogdrive and Gad, I thought, my writings are not bad after all.  I also need this to practice my English proficiency. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So there I go.  Wish me luck on this one.  Ah.  One more thing.  Maybe the top-most reason why I started this stuff is because of this guy.  I'll talk about him some other time.  My head is starting to hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665292467756267248-5244445288794038633?l=ellas-drama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/feeds/5244445288794038633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665292467756267248&amp;postID=5244445288794038633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/5244445288794038633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665292467756267248/posts/default/5244445288794038633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellas-drama.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-one-sabaw.html' title='Another One *sabaw*'/><author><name>ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500295793560093807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxlHJO0t1tw/SSjs2p94kbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vzEzQE0e5g4/S220/asia12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
