<?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-16012504</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:19:10.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's been a grave misunderstanding.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the Roxy lover.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379119271046717623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16012504.post-112640760377197086</id><published>2005-09-10T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T20:00:03.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok. School's not good this week. I'm so tired of walking all day long. Carrying my heavy bag all day long. Tss. Weekends are fine. Tss. Not in the mood. Gotta run. *Wooooosh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16012504-112640760377197086?l=comicalmatix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/feeds/112640760377197086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16012504&amp;postID=112640760377197086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112640760377197086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112640760377197086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/2005/09/tss_10.html' title='Tss.'/><author><name>the Roxy lover.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379119271046717623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16012504.post-112606350957096609</id><published>2005-09-06T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T21:30:16.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh crap. First day of school. Uhh. I woke up at exactly 6:00 am. And I took a long bath. Dressed up. And went online to check out stuffs. And we left the house at around 7:30am and my class will start at 7:50am. When we were already near. Mehn! It was traffic! That was a total crap! So it was already around 7:45am and my Mom haven't drop me yet.&lt;br /&gt;So she asked me to just walk so that I won't be late. And even I hate walking alone. I did it, and besides I have no choice. And by the time I arrived there and still catching up my breath, thr freaking bell rang! I was like "Ohh..Crap! Where the hell is my room?! Fagg!" So I gathered up all my courage and asked a girl. I think she is already a junior. And she said she doesn't know where R1 is. And I was like.. "Waaaah! This day will all be messed up!" And I found a big guy [he's a teacher] and I asked him where R1 is. He said that it's way too far to where I was. So I quickly said thanks and ran myself to my room! It's like I'm fighting against time. Then i arrived in the room just in time, my teacher ws still outside welcoming students. And he asked me if I got lost and I said yes. Then I found a seat. The subject already started, I thought he'll be asking for our books and I didn't bring any of them. So the whole time I was so nervous! And all I can say about Mr.Allen, he's like Sir Ruel. I remember Sir Ruel with him. But it's just a first impression, it may last or it might not. So the period ended and I proceeded to my next class which is PE. I ran myself to the gym and on my way there I asked a girl i said "Is this where the PE class be?" She said "I think so." and I said thanks. And after sometime we got along and introduced each other. She's Jasmin. So she said that I should look up in my schedule and see who my teacher is. And d*mn it! I didn't bring my freaking schedule because I already made one. And I need to ask each one of the teachers if I belong to their class, the first 3 that I asked wasn't my teacher. And they asked me to ask the last man there in the end of the gym. So I need to walk briskly to catch up with what he's saying. And the teacher who guided me asked him if I belong to his class and he askd for my name. So I really belong there. He asked me why I didn't bring my schedule I said I forgot it. He said "Better get one missy, this will be a tough day." I said to my self "Tss..some old man!!" Anyway, and after sometime some students arrived because they got the different teacher and Jasmin belongs to my class too! I thought we weren't classmates. And there after the teachers explain some stuff he let us chat with some people. And Jasmin introduced me to some of her friends. She said "Let's meet up in that ugly dog there ok?" and I said ok. And there. My next class, Algebra. As usual I had a hard time looking for my room. And the teacher seems to be a nice and funny guy. He relates to his students well. And learning Algebra will be fun. Then, my next class, Earth Science. And I was just right in time, though I "again" had a hard time looking for my room. He's a humorous guy. He's so funny. There was an incident that he asked the one at my back what his name. And he said "let's test you eye sight young man". He asked him to read the sign that says, "No food and drinks or chewing gum inside the classroom." And then the teacher said, "The trash can is over that side." And we were all laughing. Then time for lunch, and it was so hot and I was feeling a little dizzy. So they chatted among themselves. And the bell rang again. So time for my next class, Spanish. I think because I was dizzy that I read my schedule wrong. I though L7 was L1. And mehn! I went to the wrong room! I went to SpanishII but I'm supposed to be in SpanishI. And I even met a &lt;i&gt; Pinay &lt;/i&gt; in that wrong room. She's Karen and she's already a Senior. So I went to the right room. And found myself standing in the corner because they lack chairs! And she let me sit in front. And she arranged our seating arrangement. And my place was quite good. And her class was so damn boring! I almost fell asleep, and at that time of the day is where I usually feel tired. So she asked us to answer "Como te llamas?" It means, "What is your name." And we should answer "Me llamo ____." And there. Last class, English. When I went to L26 they said it wasn't english class. So we had to check it our with an officer and have our schedules changed. So there, after a long time of waiting, they gave me a new schedule it's not that changed, they just changed my English class' room number. So when I arrived the teacher said "You found us! I was like, yeah!" She's a nice teacher! She's like Ms.Marah. Harhar! And she's a humorous teacher and it seems like I love going to that class.&lt;br /&gt;So that was how my first day funk went. Mehn! It's a mess! Somehow. And by the time I arrived the house, I changed my clothes, and I fell asleep. I was so damn tired! And almost the whole day I only slept. I not really used to this kind of day. And mehn! It's all messed up! Anyway, still have to prepare my things for tomorrow! Gotta run! *wooosh!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16012504-112606350957096609?l=comicalmatix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/feeds/112606350957096609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16012504&amp;postID=112606350957096609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112606350957096609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112606350957096609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/2005/09/firsts.html' title='Firsts.'/><author><name>the Roxy lover.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379119271046717623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16012504.post-112597560743127644</id><published>2005-09-05T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T20:00:42.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'll go to school tomorrow. *Sigh* Goodluck to me. Tss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I love you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16012504-112597560743127644?l=comicalmatix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/feeds/112597560743127644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16012504&amp;postID=112597560743127644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112597560743127644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112597560743127644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/2005/09/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>the Roxy lover.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379119271046717623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16012504.post-112589432724751736</id><published>2005-09-04T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T21:25:48.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not in the mood. Frustrated. I have my Qbox. Tss... I'm dumb today. Tss..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16012504-112589432724751736?l=comicalmatix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/feeds/112589432724751736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16012504&amp;postID=112589432724751736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112589432724751736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112589432724751736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/2005/09/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated.'/><author><name>the Roxy lover.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379119271046717623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16012504.post-112573185278477458</id><published>2005-09-02T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T09:01:32.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I discovered a new movie of Johnny Depp and I find it nice, it's Corpse Bride. It's similar to The Nightmare Before Christmas. At first I didn't know the title of the movie, I keep on telling that it's &lt;strike&gt;Friday the 13th &lt;/strike&gt;. And I finally knew the title, my Laughtough Russel told me the title. THANK YOU LAUGHTOUGH!! Anyhow, and after that I kept on searching pictures of the movie. And I found some. I even got to see Corpse Bride's website. And it's so nice! I'm already addicted to those kinds of movie! Waaah!! Anyhow, later on. I was able to talk to Reich and she helped me fix my layout. Harhar! Can't tell a very long story I'm not the mood. I want to thank Laughtough Russel and Reich!! THANK YOU GUYS!&lt;/strong&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/16012504-112573185278477458?l=comicalmatix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/feeds/112573185278477458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16012504&amp;postID=112573185278477458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112573185278477458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112573185278477458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/2005/09/movie.html' title='Movie.'/><author><name>the Roxy lover.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379119271046717623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16012504.post-112564221210848548</id><published>2005-09-01T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T09:08:48.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Today is Paola's birthday!! YAHOOO!! Harhar!! And this entry is meant for her. Anyhow, we call ourselves "Whipped Cream Buddies" because we play with whipped cream while we're on web cam. Harhar!! Anyhow, and I miss calling her Whipped Cream Buddie. This past few months since I arrived here, we've been talking to each other every single day. And sometimes we ran out of topics to talk about. Sometimes, we can't stop ourselves from laughing. And most of the time we have endless stories to tell one another. She was my Bestfriend way back in 5th grade. Actually, we're 3 the other one is Patti. So anyhow, our friendship lasted a long time, since 5th grade we were &lt;i&gt;magka-barkada &lt;/i&gt;and having her as my friend is such a nice thing. We laughed together, frowned together and smiled together. I even remember when it was my birthday about a year ago. When we were still in 6th grade. In the afternoon, we were with my other friends and blah blah blah blah. [mmph!] Anyhow, she slept over in my house and before we could even rest ourselves we laugh ourselves out. It was because we were playing in my boom box a very noisy music. And my grandmother was sleeping with us so she was distracted by our music, so what she did was she asked me to change it into our CD which is Tanging Yaman. And of course it wasn'e our type of music. So what Paola did was, she made fun out of the songs. She acted like she was singing in an opera. And we were laughing so hard that we almost woke up my grandmother. And the next day, we ate our breakfast and she was so quiet and we were smirking. And she was already fetched. So there. And with this entry I want to greet Paola..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a345/photographermicah/paola2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Paola, PLEASE be happy today ok? I don't want you to be sad ok? Anyhow, you enjoy yourself tomorrow in Six Flags ok? Hope you like this mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, today, we went to the US immigration to consult about my petition. And I found out that it's such a looooong process doing so. But on the contrary. If I could file my I-I31 file, I could travel back and forth to the Philippines for one year. And, the good thing is, my Dad told me that &lt;strike&gt;MAYBE &lt;/strike&gt;or we will really go to the Philippines next year. YES! Around December maybe. woohoo! And after I heard that my mind was filled with so many thoughts!! And I said to myself, "Mehn! This is it!! Harharhar!" Anyhow, how I wish this will really push through. And I so miss everyone in the Philippines!! Mehn!! Anyhow, I have to go now. I'm just so happy!! Waaaaaaaaaaaah!! gotta run. *wooooosh!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16012504-112564221210848548?l=comicalmatix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/feeds/112564221210848548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16012504&amp;postID=112564221210848548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112564221210848548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112564221210848548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/2005/09/birthday.html' title='Birthday.'/><author><name>the Roxy lover.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379119271046717623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16012504.post-112554970461454728</id><published>2005-08-31T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T09:11:20.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, I had another serious conversation with Paola. It started with a happy one as it always did. But after some time, it became a sad one. She said that she was in a bad mood. I told her. &lt;i&gt;"May pa-bad mood bad mood ka pa diyan!" &lt;/i&gt;and she said. That earlier that day, she was already sad and also looking back at Kim's conversation with her she felt even worse. And here's the rest of our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paola:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff00;"&gt;st2 ko kasi bumalik ng pinas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paola:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff00;"&gt;kahit isang araw lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paola:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff00;"&gt;pra bukas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paola:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff00;"&gt;tpos uuwi na agad ako next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paola:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff00;"&gt;kahit ganon lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paola:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff00;"&gt;bsta st2 ko nasa pinas ako bukas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paola:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff00;"&gt;hay.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Micah:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;ahyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paola:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff00;"&gt;kasi sobrang lungkot........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paola:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff00;"&gt;prang e2 ung first time na hndi ko kasama mga kaibigan ko sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff00;"&gt;bday ko dba.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Micah:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;i knoooooooooooooooooooooooooow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Micah:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;pero as if naman things are so easy to get..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Micah:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;you just have to accept and appreciate everything.. alm mo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;buti pa nga seo my mga nakakaalala pa eh.. cna kim, nica, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;vianca.... lhat cla.. just be thankful you still have them.. xka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;being with them on ur birthday is the end of the world.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;theres something more for you.. and if they are true friends.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;kht malayo ka na sknla.. you still matter to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paola:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff00;"&gt;i know pero hndi naman ganon kadali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paola:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff00;"&gt;it will take time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paola:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff00;"&gt;lam ko naman un eh..kaibigan ko sila...namimiss ko lang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff00;"&gt;cla..kasi nasanay lang ako na palagi clang andyan sa tabi ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Micah:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;i knooow.. pero if you keep on bothering yourself about these.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;mas nde ka makaka-adjust.. mas mahihirapan ka... things will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;be more difficult for you.. kaya.. as much as possible keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt; mind off those things.. not completely.. but dnt ponder on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;it that hard.. oonga.. namimiss mo cla.. andun na ako sa point &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;mo na un.. pero namimiss ka rin naman nla eh.. prheprho lng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;keo ng nararamdaman.. pero they still go on with their lives.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;and pati ikaw rin.. alm ko mahirap malayo.. xe wla kng kilala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;dto.. marami kng nde alm.. pero you have to stand and walk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;by urself.. xe nde pnghabambuhay kasama mo mga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;kaibgan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paola:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff00;"&gt;i know..i know i have to. i just feel so sad. thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Micah:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;oh cge na.. sad na kung sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, that's how our conversation went. She was right, it would really be hard celebrating my birthday without those people I've celebrated it with for a long time. I can understand what she's feeling but still she needs to face this world all by herself because her friends will not be with her FOREVER. But I can't blame her feeling this way. Maybe, when my birthday comes, I'll also have a hard time. So, I'd feeling the same way too. But, the catch is, most probably when my birthday comes, I already have friends here. But, I can assure that I'd still be longing my my friends back in the Philippines. This is really hard. Harder that I thought it would be. Anyhow, because I'm bored today, I scribbled stuff. Like I always do when I'm bored. I'll show it later on. Oh, before I forget, I made labels. they are my hand writting. I just scanned it to my computer. We'll be going out tomorrow! And tomorrow's Paola's birthday!!! Anyhow, gotta run. *wooooosh!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16012504-112554970461454728?l=comicalmatix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/feeds/112554970461454728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16012504&amp;postID=112554970461454728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112554970461454728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112554970461454728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/2005/08/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness.'/><author><name>the Roxy lover.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379119271046717623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16012504.post-112545999777375853</id><published>2005-08-30T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T09:11:57.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Today, nothing much happened to me. Except, I have a new blog and with the help of my Laughtough Russel, I was able to come up with this blog. Thank you so much Laughtough, but I still have one problem, my playlist doesn't work. It doesn't play any song!! Mehn!! &lt;strike&gt;Damn it &lt;/strike&gt;!! Oh well, I love my layout. harhar!! It's Roxy. Anyhow, today it's officially a week before I go to school. Mehn!! After a week, I'll be inside a campus full of strangers, pure strangers. Anyhow, all I need to do is to find my way into this world full of innocence, my innocence of the new atmosphere I stepped in. Anyway, I'm used to saying "anyhow". harhar!! Anyhow, I still have to work things out with my playlist and my links. I still have to fix my blog. All right. I have to run. *wooooosh!!*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16012504-112545999777375853?l=comicalmatix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/feeds/112545999777375853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16012504&amp;postID=112545999777375853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112545999777375853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112545999777375853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/2005/08/innocence.html' title='Innocence.'/><author><name>the Roxy lover.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379119271046717623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16012504.post-112543505425124061</id><published>2005-08-30T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T09:13:55.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW BLOG &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16012504-112543505425124061?l=comicalmatix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/feeds/112543505425124061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16012504&amp;postID=112543505425124061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112543505425124061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16012504/posts/default/112543505425124061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicalmatix.blogspot.com/2005/08/new.html' title='New.'/><author><name>the Roxy lover.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06379119271046717623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
