<?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-6252037</id><updated>2011-08-14T22:25:33.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phases of a somersault</title><subtitle type='html'>memories in the whirl of time</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-113360943038683413</id><published>2005-12-03T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T19:30:32.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an eventful day!</title><summary type='text'>Today, I've been flagged down by the police. Ironically, I was driving at my safest. It was around 8:30 in the morning and I was carefully merging with the traffic from North diversion. Technically, I couldn't move from the last lane down to the third (there were 5 lanes I think) because besides the fact that that'll be considered swerving, I couldn't pitch myself in since all the cars and trucks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/113360943038683413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=113360943038683413&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/113360943038683413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/113360943038683413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-eventful-day.html' title='What an eventful day!'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-113298773870914000</id><published>2005-11-26T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T16:28:16.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop shop shop till you drop.</title><summary type='text'>Today, we went to Divisoria with our marketing group for the assigned task due next Saturday. Sir Soriano rules!!! I don't know how he does it, but he's really made a wonderful environment for us to learn not only things related to marketing but to our personal lives as well (e.g. goals that WILL BE achieved). Anyway, going back, Divisoria, i think, will be considered the "shopping haven" for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/113298773870914000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=113298773870914000&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/113298773870914000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/113298773870914000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/11/shop-shop-shop-till-you-drop.html' title='Shop shop shop till you drop.'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-113272250905624203</id><published>2005-11-23T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T13:08:29.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dati naisip ko maaawa pa ko sayo, pero ngayon, buti pala nagkaganon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/113272250905624203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=113272250905624203&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/113272250905624203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/113272250905624203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/11/dati-naisip-ko-maaawa-pa-ko-sayo-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-113211687806871335</id><published>2005-11-16T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:54:38.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting (?) Day</title><summary type='text'>Early this morning, there were people who got mad at me at the parking lot. My fault my fault... :-S Retcher and I arrived in school at around 9:30 in the morning (too early for our class) and obviously, by that time, there are almost no parking spaces left especially in the Mateo parking area. As we were moving in the parking lot, at that exact moment, a girl parked in the edge of the row seemed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/113211687806871335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=113211687806871335&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/113211687806871335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/113211687806871335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/11/interesting-day.html' title='Interesting (?) Day'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-113194765957002894</id><published>2005-11-14T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T13:54:19.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah</title><summary type='text'>It's the first day of school and I arrived before 7am because of color coding. I had to wait for almost 3 hours for my first class. *pout* Anyway, nothing much to write... the sembreak taught me to watch tv again after so many months of not being interested in anything the media shows. Currently, I've been watching Pinoy Big Brother although a lot of people say that it is a non-sense show. :p Oh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/113194765957002894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=113194765957002894&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/113194765957002894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/113194765957002894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/11/blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-113125109610614059</id><published>2005-11-06T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T12:30:31.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Wants</title><summary type='text'>One week left and school's starting again. I haven't really had a decent vacation and it was only yesterday that I was able to get out of Metro Manila and go to different areas of Cavite and Laguna. They were, however, business trips, and not really those that I enjoyed. I may have been to different Robinson's malls and bitterly tempted to go shopping but obviously, I can't and not allowed to. *</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/113125109610614059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=113125109610614059&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/113125109610614059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/113125109610614059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/11/break-wants.html' title='Break Wants'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-113057601298140478</id><published>2005-10-29T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T16:53:32.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in the Office</title><summary type='text'>It is 4:33 on a Saturday afternoon and I'm still here in the office--alone. I'm waiting for my high school friends to text me the plans they have today because they invited me to Corithians for trick or treat. I wonder if there will still be available goodies later on considering it is already late. But it's okay, as long as I don't tire myself to death or something, I'm alright with it. I'm just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/113057601298140478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=113057601298140478&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/113057601298140478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/113057601298140478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/10/alone-in-office.html' title='Alone in the Office'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112982122949139419</id><published>2005-10-20T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:13:49.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing and Memories</title><summary type='text'>Earlier today, a friend texted us (Kaye and me) regarding transfering to ADMU. The question was fine, but the way she said it wasn't. Darn! I should've saved the message and typed it here. I really don't understand what happened to her. Last summer when we met, she wasn't like that and her text messages are simple. I even know her as someone who is quiet and simple. Now, the way she talks (erm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112982122949139419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112982122949139419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112982122949139419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112982122949139419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/10/changing-and-memories.html' title='Changing and Memories'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112961927825455954</id><published>2005-10-18T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T15:13:02.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries and Excitements</title><summary type='text'>I'm excited!!! I'm not quite sure when the exact date they'll show it here in the archipelago but I'm definitely looking forward to it. I heard Celadon will be having some sort of Movie (not premier) something for this one but hopefully they will show it at the perfect time so that we won't have to wait too long.Yesterday I've been so worried about my accounting grade and now, this computer is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112961927825455954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112961927825455954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112961927825455954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112961927825455954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/10/worries-and-excitements.html' title='Worries and Excitements'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112955815710890713</id><published>2005-10-17T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:09:17.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I may still fail accounting :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112955815710890713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112955815710890713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112955815710890713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112955815710890713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-may-still-fail-accounting.html' title=''/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112935726028819204</id><published>2005-10-15T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T15:04:53.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fin.</title><summary type='text'>Finally! Sem break!!! The finals week has been really a tiring one that I woke up at 11:30 today because I almost fell off my bed. I don't know how my accounting grade will turn out but hopefully I won't be incurring any problems because of the horrible test yesterday. I'm 60% sure that I failed it. I went to the test room with only until chapter 6 in my head and little bits and pieces of stock </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112935726028819204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112935726028819204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112935726028819204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112935726028819204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/10/fin.html' title='Fin.'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112914001062759857</id><published>2005-10-13T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T02:00:10.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huling Hirit!!!</title><summary type='text'>I'm not supposed to be blogging at this time but I need to keep myself awake. Today, I was liberated from Philo and History finals, although I am not all satisfied since I imposed really high goals for myself. I was aiming to get four B+'s this sem but it turns out, as of this point, I am only sure of two. Sayang talaga yung Philo... If I got an A in the orals earlier this afternoon, I'll surely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112914001062759857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112914001062759857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112914001062759857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112914001062759857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/10/huling-hirit.html' title='Huling Hirit!!!'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112900711850330292</id><published>2005-10-11T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T13:05:18.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Time-out</title><summary type='text'>I was eating lunch earlier and Zizili was there again, standing by the sugar. Made me remember the "Tulong" days. Funny, I still know the entire song complete with every word of it. :D Anyway, I was able to prove it last night: downloading songs is bad for the studies. I've been so distracted trying to search for the long list of songs I want to have a copy of. Now I have more to cram tsk tsk. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112900711850330292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112900711850330292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112900711850330292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112900711850330292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/10/study-time-out.html' title='Study Time-out'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112864912745505950</id><published>2005-10-07T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:38:47.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally downloaded the Noia theme for my Mozilla. Nice Nice. :D Now I think I won't be using IE anymore (plus the fact that my IE's got java problems and it doesn't allow me to play yahoo pool.)  Anyway, I feel like studying since I just found out that I can get a B+ if I take the Final test in history.  Knowing that was enough to brighten up my day. I'll study for it though, and ask a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112864912745505950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112864912745505950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112864912745505950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112864912745505950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-finally-downloaded-noia-theme-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112834687453640938</id><published>2005-10-03T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T21:41:14.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the text speak for itself</title><summary type='text'>Dear blog, I'm so sorry but I have to let this out. *one of them is not included in this ranting I've done.Mga leche! Nagtetext lang kung may kailangan! Tapos kung hihingian mo ng tulong para sa trabahong dapat sila na yung gumagawa hindi ka rereplyan! Nagsesend nga ng pinascan mo, gagamitin pa yung program na alam na nyang wala ka! #&amp;^%^^&amp;) Ngayon kelangan ko pa magdownload ng lintik na program </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112834687453640938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112834687453640938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112834687453640938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112834687453640938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/10/let-text-speak-for-itself.html' title='Let the text speak for itself'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112815284422097106</id><published>2005-10-01T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T17:49:35.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Management Techniques</title><summary type='text'>I'm so irritated... I'm assigned another task again with a really short deadline. And apart from that, I really think that that girl is trying to fool me. I mean how can you not know how to make a powerpoint presentaion? Here's the story, she assigned me to do the outline and summary of our report then eventually, since she cannot contact our other groupmates, she asked me to do the powerpoint </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112815284422097106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112815284422097106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112815284422097106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112815284422097106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/10/stress-management-techniques.html' title='Stress Management Techniques'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112685170312434593</id><published>2005-09-16T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T14:21:43.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Week Coming!</title><summary type='text'>I'm currently using the computers inside the lib... coolness! (term from neri) Flatron screen and a really nice keyboard. :) I wonder if this is their strategy to keep the students inside the library although technically, no one or most of the students using the computer wouldn't study, like me. Hell week's coming up and my time is really scarce (for the lack of better term). I need to prepare </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112685170312434593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112685170312434593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112685170312434593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112685170312434593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/09/hell-week-coming.html' title='Hell Week Coming!'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112582592742226533</id><published>2005-09-04T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T20:32:03.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions, Depressions and Laugh Sessions</title><summary type='text'>Here's something I've been doing for six hours today. Bad bad... didn't study a thing.I didn't put much detail anymore because my head started hurting already. I was supposed to include the lighting stuff rear view mirror but I opt to do that next time. Photoshop, oh photoshop, the joy you bring!---Yesterday I brought my watch for a battery change and sadly, it hardly works. I guess that is what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112582592742226533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112582592742226533&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112582592742226533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112582592742226533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/09/addictions-depressions-and-laugh.html' title='Addictions, Depressions and Laugh Sessions'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112548496341020145</id><published>2005-08-31T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:42:43.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even just for a while</title><summary type='text'>Reachby Caleigh PetersIce Princess OSTSometimes it seems like you're falling Falling out of the sky Sometimes it  feels like you're slipping And running out of time And that's when you've  gotta throw it all away All of the things that people say And all of the  doubts that fill your mind Don't belong there  Whatever you do, you'll  never be wrong As long as you reach for it When you reach for it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112548496341020145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112548496341020145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112548496341020145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112548496341020145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/08/even-just-for-while.html' title='Even just for a while'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112513416514498022</id><published>2005-08-27T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T17:16:05.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dessert of Thought</title><summary type='text'>I just found out that there is a possibility of our third accounting long test falling on September 9!!! Grabe!!! Parang gusto ko magwelga!!! Besides the fact that it is the actual day of the race... grrrrrr!!! Hindi makatarungan ito!!! Anyway, I still have more than a week left to pray that it won't fall on that date (and offer an egg in Sta. Clara church to stop the rain from pouring so that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112513416514498022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112513416514498022&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112513416514498022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112513416514498022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/08/dessert-of-thought.html' title='Dessert of Thought'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112450345656075785</id><published>2005-08-20T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T10:04:16.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work-ism</title><summary type='text'>Currently: Addicted to Me to YouIt is only today that I knew about that cute bear's name. There's something about that character that makes him so adorable. I'm not quite sure if it's because of the small eyes, or the blue nose, its round tummy or even the towel-like skin. I suddenly remembered Juls and how much she adored this bear. Moreover, I was playing spot the difference earlier in this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112450345656075785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112450345656075785&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112450345656075785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112450345656075785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/08/work-ism.html' title='Work-ism'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112446545732806812</id><published>2005-08-19T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T23:30:57.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd Mode</title><summary type='text'>I've been studying since 10 this morning and as of now, I think my mind is giving up. I currently am driven to study without me defining the real reason why. Maybe I can peg a little part of it to the fact that I have a really heavy week ahead. And the other part... :) Anyway, going back to the "heavy week" portion, I actually do not know how I am going to finish the all the things I have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112446545732806812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112446545732806812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112446545732806812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112446545732806812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/08/nerd-mode.html' title='Nerd Mode'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112399810904406653</id><published>2005-08-14T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T23:57:27.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katiwalian Chapter 3</title><summary type='text'>My amnesia notebook is missing!!! I'm not quite sure if I misplaced it, somebody took it, or I hid it and now can't remember where. Gah!!! It's driving me crazy!!! Of all my notebooks, that is the one I value the most. Talk about "Sentimental Value". That notebook contains the memories I would like to keep just in case something happens and I can't remember anything. If I were to start from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112399810904406653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112399810904406653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112399810904406653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112399810904406653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/08/katiwalian-chapter-3.html' title='Katiwalian Chapter 3'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112358534348846990</id><published>2005-08-09T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T19:02:23.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin La Vida Loca-Loca</title><summary type='text'>It's not my first time to eat Gonuts Donuts, but it surely made me crazy about it today. There was an org (I think), probably MEA that was selling it in school. It was really good!!! The best donut ever!!! Actually I was supposed to buy Choco Mallows but they ran out of stock so I bought Chocnut instead. Heaven!!! Besides the perfect combination of the taste, the donut itself was baked well that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112358534348846990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112358534348846990&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112358534348846990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112358534348846990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/08/livin-la-vida-loca-loca.html' title='Livin La Vida Loca-Loca'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112351761642143720</id><published>2005-08-09T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T00:13:36.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm learning to love Prentice Hall!!! They save us from educational damnation through their prepared powerpoints!!! :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112351761642143720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112351761642143720&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112351761642143720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112351761642143720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-learning-to-love-prentice-hall-they.html' title=''/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112349984083439089</id><published>2005-08-08T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T19:17:22.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons Not To Study</title><summary type='text'>Ack!! Something's wrong with my room light again. During the past few days my room nearly transformed into a disco place because the light needs to be changed. Yesterday dad had it fixed but now, it won't turn on. Hmmm... are the events telling me not to read? For the first time in ages, I am able to arrive home really early. I'm not really sure if this is good or bad because despite the fact </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112349984083439089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112349984083439089&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112349984083439089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112349984083439089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/08/reasons-not-to-study.html' title='Reasons Not To Study'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112334725584632623</id><published>2005-08-07T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T01:02:17.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different/New Things</title><summary type='text'>I just discovered today that I need not link the pictures (in Photobucket) that I want to post here. I'm trying it soon now. PROMOTE! PROMOTE!Anyway, I'm currently using the Papaya liquid soap from Body Shop. At first I really liked it because of its terrific smell and the moisturizing element it has but now, I think it's starting to have its negative effects. My arm is starting to itch little by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112334725584632623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112334725584632623&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112334725584632623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112334725584632623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/08/differentnew-things.html' title='Different/New Things'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112321913639069700</id><published>2005-08-05T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T13:18:56.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Concerns</title><summary type='text'>My prayers were answered!!! Freecut sa Theo!!! *cheers cheers* We didn't have anything to do but I really didn't feel like going to class.  Anyway, there is something with me lately... I've been really sleepy especially today. As Daph would put it, "drugged". Because of this I feel like I haven't slept for an entire week. This morning, I woke up at 6 *PANIC ATTACK!* because Retcher was fetching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112321913639069700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112321913639069700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112321913639069700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112321913639069700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/08/current-concerns.html' title='Current Concerns'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112269346418525753</id><published>2005-07-30T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T11:17:44.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemmas</title><summary type='text'>There's something wrong with my phone lately. Last Tuesday, I locked its keypad but it doesn't (although the key on the upper left hand corner of the screen is visible). Today, my time was stuck to 7:30am. I don't know if this is the effect of dropping it several times. Hopefully it won't give up on me... I like it very much.Anyway, I was really tired yesterday. At around 9:30 I was already </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112269346418525753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112269346418525753&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112269346418525753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112269346418525753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/07/dilemmas.html' title='Dilemmas'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112261710137683482</id><published>2005-07-29T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T14:07:59.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragggg</title><summary type='text'>Today's been a dragging day... probably because my classes are through by 11:30 am and I couldn't go home because I have a game at 4:40. What makes things worse is the fact that the caf people didn't want to sell me ice cream because the "guy assigned to the scooping" isn't there. *sigh*On the brighter side, I liked our Philo class today, although I'm not really sure how I did in the quiz. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112261710137683482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112261710137683482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112261710137683482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112261710137683482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/07/dragggg.html' title='Dragggg'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112255290473688865</id><published>2005-07-28T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:15:04.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast and the Furious</title><summary type='text'>I admit that a point in my life before, I was a full-pledged reckless swerver. Take note, however, that I changed that doing. I learned to value my life. I don't reach 105kph anymore, I don't go on a 70 when driving along North Ave, I don't swerve to three lanes anymore, and to sum it all up, I drive much MUCH safer now. :p Anyway, earlier this afternoon in Quezon City circle, I was slightly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112255290473688865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112255290473688865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112255290473688865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112255290473688865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/07/fast-and-furious.html' title='Fast and the Furious'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112213354839326870</id><published>2005-07-23T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:55:51.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tests Once Again</title><summary type='text'>You Are Rocky Road Ice CreamUnpredictable and wild, you know how to have fun.You're also a trendsetter who takes risks with new things.You know about the latest and greatest - and may have invented it.You are most compatible with vanilla ice cream.What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?You are pure, moral, and adaptable.You tend to blend into your surroundings.Shy on the outside, you're outspoken to your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112213354839326870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112213354839326870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112213354839326870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112213354839326870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/07/tests-once-again.html' title='Tests Once Again'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112210497419763720</id><published>2005-07-23T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T16:11:02.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hell week continues</title><summary type='text'>This is what I get for cancelling and cancelling my research-for-theo schedule: I don't have any book to back the Fundamental Options part of my paper due on Wednesday!!! Hey, I was supposed to do the research but I was so busy that I did other things before that. Nevertheless, I won't ignore heaven's blessings; I was still able to get enough for the Freedom part and one for the Conscience part. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112210497419763720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112210497419763720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112210497419763720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112210497419763720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/07/hell-week-continues.html' title='The hell week continues'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112165337782672675</id><published>2005-07-18T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T10:22:57.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks, Patience and those darn cockroaches</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I spent around three hours at starbucks to study for my history long test. At that same time, my family had their own routes all over the mall. I wasn's supposed to go with them but for some unknown reason we lost electricity sometime in the afternoon. But it was good -studying in Starbucks- there's something about the place... maybe the aura that enlightens you to study.Yesterday was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112165337782672675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112165337782672675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112165337782672675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112165337782672675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/07/starbucks-patience-and-those-darn.html' title='Starbucks, Patience and those darn cockroaches'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112134019227079557</id><published>2005-07-14T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:23:12.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OC and Tired</title><summary type='text'>God indeed has his ways of waking me up. I feel sleepy but I can't seem to have the chance to do so (at least for now).  Despite the fact that it is so hot, my cough attacks me exactly in that moment when I'm jumping to dream land. Two more days from now it'll be one month and I'm breaking my record: the longest time of cough and colds. Nevertheless, I am not ignoring the fact that my case is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112134019227079557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112134019227079557&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112134019227079557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112134019227079557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/07/oc-and-tired.html' title='OC and Tired'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112040443315352174</id><published>2005-07-03T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:49:27.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You rock my world (not the michael jackson way)</title><summary type='text'>I went to my aunt's cremation this morning and there were just so many things that bothered me after going there. That was the second wake/burial/cremation I've been to my whole life but it was this that hit me with so many thoughts.Before moving her body to be cremated, everyone was given the chance to look at her for the last time. I didn't and I don't know why. But it just hit me so hard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112040443315352174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112040443315352174&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112040443315352174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112040443315352174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-rock-my-world-not-michael-jackson.html' title='You rock my world (not the michael jackson way)'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-112000798058724614</id><published>2005-06-29T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T09:19:40.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday.</title><summary type='text'>I can hardly go online these past few days. At first the problem was our phone line. After a week, my whole computer had to be brought to the computer store for repair. Oh well, it's okay, more reason to study (feeling nerd :p) Anyway, yesterday was a really odd day. Sa lahat ng araw sa buhay ko, yun na ata yung pinakasabog. I woke up late probably because I was so tired the night before, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112000798058724614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=112000798058724614&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112000798058724614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/112000798058724614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/06/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday.'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111879926331055713</id><published>2005-06-15T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T09:34:23.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><summary type='text'>Internet access at last!!! *jump jump*  RMF is open! :DFirst Day FunkI was LATE!!! Grabe! Never ko narealize kung gaano katraffic pag-7:30 ng umaga! Akala ko sa mundo lang yun ng ICA hindi pala! I left the house reasonably early and got to Katipunan around ten minutes before 7am but the entire avenue was jammed up with cars and we were almost not moving. Hmmm... siguro kung iniwan ko yung kotche </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111879926331055713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111879926331055713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111879926331055713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111879926331055713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111823535521782175</id><published>2005-06-08T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:55:55.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars and Bikes</title><summary type='text'>Reminiscing:When I was a kid, I loved going around our village in a bike (and that, I did for two consecutive summers). There was this one incident, however, that scared me so much; indeed, I never got over it. Once I went to this street next to ours... That time, there were some kids playing with their toy cars (those with remote controls) and I accidentally "hit" it. (*Note!) Hmmm... I can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111823535521782175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111823535521782175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111823535521782175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111823535521782175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/06/cars-and-bikes.html' title='Cars and Bikes'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111813559623130210</id><published>2005-06-07T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T17:13:16.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting</title><summary type='text'>Cleaned my room today and it has a better ambiance considering I really noticed the bigger space I have now. In a few days school will start already and i don't know if I'm prepared for it. It's going to be like high school again: me waking up at the wee hours of the morning because my classes are really EARLY. I think I need an adjustment period and I know I can do it... I did it for thirteen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111813559623130210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111813559623130210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111813559623130210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111813559623130210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/06/starting.html' title='Starting'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111768669742354890</id><published>2005-06-02T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T22:29:06.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-dance Hang-over</title><summary type='text'>Our streetdance workshop is over and honestly, I will miss it. Although our class can be considered blacklisted because of the experiences they had with us (being late and "noisy"), I still believe they couldn't ignore the way we danced last night. Oh yeah, we rock! *LOL* Yesterday was really indescribable... I never imagined I could stand eating only one meal for the whole day, drinking C2 in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111768669742354890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111768669742354890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111768669742354890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111768669742354890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/06/post-dance-hang-over.html' title='Post-dance Hang-over'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111754723512387103</id><published>2005-05-31T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:47:15.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things</title><summary type='text'>THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:1. Char2. Charlotte3. WawieTHREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:1. shobs2. vballyo_13. saints_avenueTHREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:1. eyes2. arms (pde na kahit minsan mukha akong bakla)3. dimpleTHREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:1. legs2. feet (di proportional sakin haha)3.THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:1. Chinese2. Filipino3. SpanishTHREE THINGS </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111754723512387103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111754723512387103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111754723512387103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111754723512387103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/05/three-things.html' title='Three Things'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111746265605385581</id><published>2005-05-30T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T22:17:36.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a low</title><summary type='text'>I want to travel and go somewhere away from home. Even though I've been going crazy with the stress that school brings, I never wanted to stay in this house too long. Before, it was mainly because I had nothing to do, but besides that, I have my reasons. I love my house (especially my bathroom) but I don't think staying too long is good for me. It has this big impact on me that certain events </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111746265605385581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111746265605385581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111746265605385581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111746265605385581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-low.html' title='On a low'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111684197438941050</id><published>2005-05-23T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T21:04:17.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto Trip</title><summary type='text'>Just came back from Puerto Galera yesterday... it was great! Frankly speaking, I'm not really a beach person I don't know why. But with my experience this weekend, I think I'm goint to reconsider. Getting there was the bad part since it takes approximately 2-3 hours to get to the Batangas Pier and 1 and a half hours to get to Puerto Galera. With this trip, I realized that Charlotte and boats </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111684197438941050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111684197438941050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111684197438941050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111684197438941050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/05/puerto-trip.html' title='Puerto Trip'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111649519052620125</id><published>2005-05-19T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T17:36:16.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The something that I don't know</title><summary type='text'>There's something about today... I think something happened (and I can't really point out which one) that makes me want to sleep and forget this day. Actually, I don't want to. This day started out nicely... it made my mom glow and kiss me first thing in the morning. Next, my dad woke me up so that I could pic him up . Although I intended to wake up at 9:30, it was okay. I just had a little panic</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111649519052620125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111649519052620125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111649519052620125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111649519052620125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/05/something-that-i-dont-know.html' title='The something that I don&apos;t know'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111632195819415295</id><published>2005-05-17T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T18:21:32.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner European</title><summary type='text'>Your Inner European is Italian! Passionate and colorful.You show the world what culture really is.Who's Your Inner European?I'm not into dark skies and all, but I really love the weather now. The wind is cool and I think it is going to rain. *dances* God is nice to us!!! :D Just in time for my chocolate treat! Hmm.. I think it is going to rain HARD. Better shut this off so as to not risk computer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111632195819415295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111632195819415295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111632195819415295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111632195819415295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/05/inner-european.html' title='Inner European'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111624341052315878</id><published>2005-05-16T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:22:24.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furiously Written</title><summary type='text'>My meanometer's rate is halfway up. I seldom lose my temper but some people can just push my buttons! Let's see, where do I start... Well, as most of you know, Kaye and I have been taking streetdance classes in ABS-CBN. The teachers are great and our classmates are okay too. Even though a lot of them are waayyy younger than us, we can still relate to one another. But, obviously, nothing is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111624341052315878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111624341052315878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111624341052315878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111624341052315878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/05/furiously-written.html' title='Furiously Written'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111518840684470157</id><published>2005-05-04T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T18:46:21.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title In Mind</title><summary type='text'>Funny conversation. Namroblema sa font colors.friend: bat ganyan yung kulay ng font mofriend: iba ibafriend: pano yanme: iniiba ko isa isa.. joke! hahame: yung dun sa tabi ng buzz iconfriend: nakita ko name: yung may T na parang may colorsfriend: haha]me: basta yun, dun may options haha*friend able to change colors (RGB)*friend: parang baklafriend: hahame: hahahaha!friend: nde ko na mabalkme: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111518840684470157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111518840684470157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111518840684470157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111518840684470157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-title-in-mind.html' title='No Title In Mind'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111511153418346829</id><published>2005-05-03T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T17:12:14.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer Heat and Traffic Streets</title><summary type='text'>As I have mentioned a million times I think, it is so hot in here! I tried browsing through the newspaper to see Manila's temperature but it wasn't posted. I know I'd like to have some tan but the scourging heat of the sun is deadly! It literally hurts on the skin. Earlier today I went to school and parked my car in the north carpark. When I went back after 2-3 hours, it was like 60 degrees </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111511153418346829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111511153418346829&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111511153418346829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111511153418346829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/05/summer-heat-and-traffic-streets.html' title='The Summer Heat and Traffic Streets'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111504022970791897</id><published>2005-05-02T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T21:23:49.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A North-er's Experience</title><summary type='text'>Went out with Neil, Chelu and AJ again today. Our supposed EK trip left us in Makati... Glorietta in particular. (My fault, sorry guys... I kinda think it has something to do with me being the ultimate shobe) Anyway, it was fun. With AJ there, of course, we wouldn't miss the arcade. We even tried this game good for four players (the one with the heavy shotguns), and it was fun although it is not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111504022970791897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111504022970791897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111504022970791897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111504022970791897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/05/north-ers-experience.html' title='A North-er&apos;s Experience'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111477721305178952</id><published>2005-04-29T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T20:20:13.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Lord, can you please send me a gallon of ice cream this moment? I don't know how you're going to do it but I'll pay for it someday.Happy Birthday Rach! I miss you all!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111477721305178952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111477721305178952&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111477721305178952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111477721305178952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/04/good-lord-can-you-please-send-me.html' title=''/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111467060510704744</id><published>2005-04-28T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T15:51:55.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><summary type='text'>Finally! A new internet card (even though i think it'll only last a week or something.) Oh well, I think it will save me from the one and a half weeks left before I start my streetdance classes. Anyway, I have a lot of things in mind but I don't think I can put them all here. It's not that I'm confused or anything... it is more of I don't really know where to begin. Last Monday, I found this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111467060510704744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111467060510704744&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111467060510704744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111467060510704744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/04/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111373531267918084</id><published>2005-04-17T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T19:09:24.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who will you be stuck with at end of time? by chi_a_baidhYour name isYour sex isFemaleMaleUndecidedYour favorite color isOrangeRedYellowGreenBluePurpleBlackWhiteOtherYou are stuck there becauseyou can't dieFor _____ years48Witha penguin. Click for pic.He/She will think you arebeautifulYou willlive in peace Quiz created with MemeGen!Kaye! Ang Funny!!! Tingnan mo toh!!! Hahaha!!!Your Stripper Info </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111373531267918084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111373531267918084&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111373531267918084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111373531267918084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/04/who-will-you-be-stuck-with-at-end-of_17.html' title=''/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111366064761469501</id><published>2005-04-16T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T14:42:13.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emoticons</title><summary type='text'>I woke up really early this morning because I haven't finished filling up my resume. As I was doing so, I realized that the skills I have barely match anything related to serving coffee. I wonder how my interview will go and I really hope we'll (Kaye and I) get the job. Even though lately I've been losing my balloon self too much, I think I'm still qualified. :D Anyway, we played badminton this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111366064761469501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111366064761469501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111366064761469501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111366064761469501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/04/emoticons.html' title='Emoticons'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111341124395770082</id><published>2005-04-14T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T01:01:52.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I See You Smile :D</title><summary type='text'>When I See You SmileBy Uncle SamSometimes I wonderHow I'd ever make it throughThrough this world without having youI just wouldn't have a clueSometimes it seems like this world's closing in on meAnd there's no way of breaking freeThen I see you reach out for me, ohSometimes I wanna give upWanna give inWanna quit the fight Then one look at you babyCan make everything alrightMake everything alright</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111341124395770082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111341124395770082&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111341124395770082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111341124395770082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-i-see-you-smile-d.html' title='When I See You Smile :D'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111336818499770242</id><published>2005-04-13T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T14:19:51.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Work and Online Things</title><summary type='text'>Your Porn Star Name is: Albino KittyGet your own Porn Star NameHahaha! Ang funny!!! Yack tawang tawa!I had the weirdest dream last night. But I'd rather not discuss it here because it was really disgusting. Just imagine eating fear-factor style and you'll get it. *goosebumps* I think it was an effect of sleeping hungry. Anyway, my dad asked me this morning about my schedule today and as usual, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111336818499770242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111336818499770242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111336818499770242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111336818499770242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/04/on-work-and-online-things.html' title='On Work and Online Things'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111322027319689830</id><published>2005-04-11T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T19:51:13.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yin and Yang</title><summary type='text'>Some people can really ruin your day. Today was a wonderful day and suddenly my mom calls me (she's angry by the way) asking why I didn't let her know that I'm home already . She goes on asking me about my grades then gives me that disappointed tone as soon as she learned about my grade in accounting. For goodness' sake, Hello? Siya rin kaya mali mali sagot nya! I've been losing so much sleep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111322027319689830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111322027319689830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111322027319689830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111322027319689830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/04/yin-and-yang.html' title='Yin and Yang'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111313412463485766</id><published>2005-04-10T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T19:55:24.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of the Bored</title><summary type='text'>I have a dilemma. Micki from AMA texted me about being a project director for AMA next year. Hmmm... I don't know if I should join because I have already decided to leave AMA next year since I'm not really active except during Christmas. Hmmm... should I or should I not??? If I do, I'll have to stay until 3pm tomorrow for the interviews. If I don't, sayang naman yung opportunity...I'm already 3/4</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111313412463485766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111313412463485766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111313412463485766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111313412463485766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/04/tales-of-bored.html' title='Tales of the Bored'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111288105503592306</id><published>2005-04-07T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T21:37:35.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><summary type='text'>Earlier today, I was so frustrated because we were arranging my room and all. I'm really not good in arranging things although ironically, I love to do layouts. I feel like my room's really cramped now so I keep on thinking of better alternatives (which is a really hard task for me). I hope I will never get to that point wherein I'll get so irritated that will make me hate walking in this room </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111288105503592306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111288105503592306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111288105503592306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111288105503592306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/04/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111268098106808905</id><published>2005-04-05T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T16:14:44.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday! Yesterday!</title><summary type='text'>I woke up sneezing today. Hmm. Weird. My nose is starting to run so I better learn to sleep earlier. I wrote down a 2-paragraph entry last night but the electricity went off so I lost everything. Anyway, my family and I went back to ICA yesterday morning for my niece's ID picture taking. It's been a while since the last time I stepped inside. Two years ago, ICA didn't look like that. It's as if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111268098106808905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111268098106808905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111268098106808905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111268098106808905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/04/yesterday-yesterday.html' title='Yesterday! Yesterday!'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111254045932045534</id><published>2005-04-03T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:28:39.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Post</title><summary type='text'>Argh!!!! I think Globe is cheating me!!!! Are missed calls charged nowadays? I haven't used my phone for texting and I think I still have around P14 last night and now, I don't even have a single cent! Hmm...Moving on, after such a long time, my sign frame is finally hanging on my wall. I was reading it earlier and it's funny actually because there are so many things that changed. Would you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111254045932045534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111254045932045534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111254045932045534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111254045932045534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/04/short-post.html' title='Short Post'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111245215605529208</id><published>2005-04-02T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:29:16.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fickle!</title><summary type='text'>Went swimming today!!! Too bad, it doesn't show even the slightest bit. I still have the same skin color I had before jumping in the water. (My sister woke me up this morning telling me that she still has extra swimwear.) Anyway, I'm still thinking whether or not I should pursue taking summer classes. I want to because I seriously have nothing to do here at home but at the same time, I think I'll</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111245215605529208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111245215605529208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111245215605529208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111245215605529208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/04/fickle.html' title='Fickle!'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111216376896484409</id><published>2005-03-30T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T14:22:48.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Conosce</title><summary type='text'>Why does it have to be so hot in the summer??? Now, I feel like digging up our house and bring it to Alaska until the temperature here becomes better. It's so hot and we don't have ice cream here at home. I happen to belong to an ice cream loving family; particularly the half-gallon Coffee Crumble that does not last two days in this house. Ironically, this I-have-nothing-to-do I'm going through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111216376896484409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111216376896484409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111216376896484409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111216376896484409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/03/non-conosce.html' title='Non Conosce'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111201287873303380</id><published>2005-03-28T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T20:27:58.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much time</title><summary type='text'>Today, I woke up at 11:45 in the morning. Batugan ano? Looking at the bright side of it, however, I may lose weight because I'm removing one meal (breakfast) and  also, I'd only have 12 hours to do nothing instead of the normal 16-18. Dammit, I really want to go out, particularly leave Manila and do something new wherever. I can't stand being in front of the computer the whole day anymore... my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111201287873303380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111201287873303380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111201287873303380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111201287873303380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/03/too-much-time.html' title='Too much time'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111189724551637855</id><published>2005-03-27T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T12:20:45.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This B R E A K</title><summary type='text'>I haven't had my dose of ice cream since Tuesday!!! Hindi pa naman ako nangingisay. What I did, I searched for pictures of mouth-watering ice cream and put them all together to make one desktop wallpaper--one way of satisfying the craving: mental eating.Summer's not really good for me if this is the way I'm going to spend it--bumming around. The only thing I love about our house at this point in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111189724551637855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111189724551637855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111189724551637855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111189724551637855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-b-r-e-k.html' title='This B R E A K'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111148657185583809</id><published>2005-03-22T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T18:16:11.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This + This = What?</title><summary type='text'>There's something wrong with my system today--I see weird things. I actually thought there was a huge black eagle perching on our neighbor's rooftop. And there was this other thing I saw, it's quite hard to describe. Officially, this is my first day at home and as expected, I didn't do anthing productive.Anyway, last night was Celadon's Year-ender party and it was G-R-E-A-T and I can't seem to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111148657185583809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111148657185583809&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111148657185583809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111148657185583809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-this-what.html' title='This + This = What?'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111106138997260128</id><published>2005-03-17T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:16:06.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High-Low</title><summary type='text'>Finally! I'm free!!! Actually I've been in the school's-over-summer mode since tuesday but I don't get to enjoy it that much because eventually I'd have to study or do schoolwork no matter how sluggish I feel. It is fun slowly ridding off our subjects one by one but it is in these times when I feel laziness at its highest point.Our GK website is already through!!! *cheers* It's really odd because</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111106138997260128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111106138997260128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111106138997260128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111106138997260128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/03/high-low.html' title='High-Low'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111071221029385438</id><published>2005-03-13T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T19:17:25.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian Italian</title><summary type='text'>Io sono sotto tensione e arrabbiato! Perche devi dire a io? Adesso, ho il cuore spezzato e sono anche molto confondersi...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111071221029385438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111071221029385438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111071221029385438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111071221029385438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/03/italian-italian.html' title='Italian Italian'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-111028518019304852</id><published>2005-03-08T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:37:39.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dinner</title><summary type='text'>I've been really disorganized lately. My room's really messy and so far, I don't have any plans of cleaning it up. I've been really careless that I nearly never read instructions anywhere and, more often than not, I'm sleepy and tired--technically not physically fit as defined in PE101: does not experience fatigue. I really feel like sleeping forever...Someone told me that I suck in lying and the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/111028518019304852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=111028518019304852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111028518019304852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/111028518019304852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-dinner.html' title='Happy Dinner'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110993758483737601</id><published>2005-03-04T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T20:04:51.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*blank*</title><summary type='text'>I don't want to move, not even smile. I'm just really tired... *drops*Song in mind REPEATING OVER AND OVER: once again...TURNING CIRCLES by Sally DworskyLove is so moving as it turns around youYour heart never figures out how love found youLove's aftermath stage 'one of the lonely'You're only a numberLeft counting the days.Turning circles, Turning circlesNever knowing what keeps you apartTurning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110993758483737601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110993758483737601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110993758483737601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110993758483737601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/03/blank.html' title='*blank*'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110969587316882763</id><published>2005-03-02T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T00:51:13.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Please!!!</title><summary type='text'>Today, I just had the my worst bath of all!Turns the shower on... water is perfect.Water slowly lessensShampooes hair, water still weakSoaps selfWater decreasing...Water turns brownWater continues decreasing...Water GONE....And me, my hair was bubbling with shampoo and my entire body was filled with soap... I wrapped myself with a towel and knocked on my sister's door just to ask for help! Since </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110969587316882763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110969587316882763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110969587316882763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110969587316882763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/03/water-please.html' title='Water Please!!!'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110947567301612914</id><published>2005-02-27T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T19:48:33.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy!!!</title><summary type='text'>February 26, 2005: Celadon Alumni Homecoming. HAPPY HAPPY NIGHT! Sa uulitin!!!Celadon Dance Troupe WILD!Borgy and Kaye (sikat! haha!) Teddy and Me (the eyes teddy, the eyes!!! *LOL*)Lihan and QueenRetcher and KalenDa and ZoVan and IrisRod and TrinaMe and KayeNi-r-rape si van!!! Ni-r-rape si van!!!Cute Tayo!Sayang umuwi agad si Jill... di bale Mic, hanap ako ng pic na pwede ko kayo i-crop together</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110947567301612914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110947567301612914&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110947567301612914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110947567301612914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-happy.html' title='Happy Happy!!!'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110907487885364355</id><published>2005-02-22T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:21:18.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Contemplate*</title><summary type='text'>Today, I'm going to study accounting. As a matter of fact, with my "way of living" (culture!), I won't do that, won't even think about it. But since I currently have Kaye's book, I'm going to do everything in advance so that I can return it to her in time--an ingenious way to make me study ;). I did realize that it is more exciting to study when I'm not cramming. Sadly, however, cramming is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110907487885364355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110907487885364355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110907487885364355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110907487885364355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/02/contemplate.html' title='*Contemplate*'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110881163026637040</id><published>2005-02-19T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T19:32:08.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom of the Opera CRAZE</title><summary type='text'>The title says it all! I wanna watch it again!!! I'm not really into musicals but the movie really kept my attention. Damn! I wish I could sing that well.This is Patrick Wilson. Isn't he adorable? Actually, I saw more of his pictures earlier and I realized that he looks a lot better with that length of hair. He even has an awesome voice! Plus points kaching! kaching!I found the lyrics of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110881163026637040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110881163026637040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110881163026637040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110881163026637040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/02/phantom-of-opera-craze.html' title='Phantom of the Opera CRAZE'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110865792460665980</id><published>2005-02-18T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T00:32:04.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a really good combo</title><summary type='text'>Did you know that... before performing CPR to an unconscious person, you have to make sure that the person's mouth is free of any object including dentures and retainers? Just a thought, something I got from our PE101 class earlier. Despite the fact that (I think) Kaye and I are the only sophomores in our class, somehow I can really find a lot of funny and interesting things. Earlier this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110865792460665980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110865792460665980&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110865792460665980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110865792460665980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/02/not-really-good-combo.html' title='Not a really good combo'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110837800048000419</id><published>2005-02-14T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T18:46:40.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If looks could kill...</title><summary type='text'>... I swear you'd be dead by now. [Line of the day]Do you know how liberating it is shouting this phrase out in the world with your BLACK, dark clothes actually screaming for you: "Naglalamay ako!" on Valentines day? Well for a bitter soul like me, it makes things a lot lighter. I don't know, it's just really different this time.Anyway, I did realize that the guys from our group really have their</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110837800048000419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110837800048000419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110837800048000419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110837800048000419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/02/if-looks-could-kill.html' title='If looks could kill...'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110805864855038669</id><published>2005-02-11T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T02:18:47.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Tests</title><summary type='text'>After days of never ending worries, some things from Tickle.com:The Colors of Love TestWhat Your Choice in Colors Says About What You're Like in LoveCharlotte, when you reveal your true colors in love, you're a Caring Partner You value the special bond love can create and are likely to seek out someonewho cherishes that deep connection too. Whether single or in a relationship,you're a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110805864855038669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110805864855038669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110805864855038669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110805864855038669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/02/fun-tests.html' title='Fun Tests'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110786518522478081</id><published>2005-02-08T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T20:19:45.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unluckiest person in the world</title><summary type='text'>Darn it! I lost a big chunk of points in my SA long test! *goes hysterical* I was more or less confident while taking the test because I studied really hard for it, but just because of a tinge of confusion, I LOSE ALL 24 POINTS!!! If I got it right, I'd be 97 over a hundred, and I'd be getting an A, and I'd be treating people (particularly Daphne and company :D) But nooooooo!!!! Talk about being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110786518522478081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110786518522478081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110786518522478081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110786518522478081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/02/unluckiest-person-in-world.html' title='Unluckiest person in the world'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110774493125829907</id><published>2005-02-07T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T11:03:43.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough said</title><summary type='text'>saints-avenue may explode without warningMEXPLOSIVEUsername:From Go-Quiz.comAno ba yan! Baliw ka na nga, tanga ka pa! Kawawa ka naman!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110774493125829907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110774493125829907&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110774493125829907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110774493125829907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/02/enough-said.html' title='Enough said'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110760799006444313</id><published>2005-02-05T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T21:20:10.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Chef-ing"</title><summary type='text'>February 5, 2005 -- the first time I got my hands on raw shrimp which, fyi, I found really hard to slice. Besides that, my sister and I had some sort of paranoia thinking that the shrimp would jump any minute. Another unique experience added to my book of life. :DIt's Saturday and once again, I have the task to cook my family's food. It was okay... I just wish everything would taste perfect </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110760799006444313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110760799006444313&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110760799006444313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110760799006444313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/02/chef-ing.html' title='&quot;Chef-ing&quot;'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110750482049258317</id><published>2005-02-04T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T21:17:03.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the...</title><summary type='text'>Grades tend to depress me often. Last night, I just saw my grade for the second accounting long test and I didn't do well (again). That's what I hate so much in accounting--those times you're so sure that you got the right answer but when the results are out, you'll get this big "HUWAT?!" on your face which will last for a couple of hours. Honestly speaking, when I was still in first year I often</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110750482049258317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110750482049258317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110750482049258317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110750482049258317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/02/what.html' title='What the...'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110682716642877552</id><published>2005-01-27T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T20:06:07.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Problem #8</title><summary type='text'>To the guy I remembered while taking my accounting test yesterday:You know what's really weird? While we were taking the accounting test yesterday, one problem mentioned your name and with it was the date we became "us". Isn't it funny that we've been together for only a short time and yet so many things already happened? ...those of which I can never forget. You know what, everytime we get the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110682716642877552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110682716642877552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110682716642877552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110682716642877552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/01/short-problem-8.html' title='Short Problem #8'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110665261952132627</id><published>2005-01-25T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:30:19.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life Wanted</title><summary type='text'>*mood: irritated to self*New word to be added in the dictionary:M. Charlotte C. C.(n): 1.Stupid being who does not know how to cope 2. Someone who allows things to happen and drop her over and over again 3. An emotional being 4. Easily outdated 5.(supply whatever you want, I won't mind)---Lionel and I were talking earlier about the unthinkable things that can happen to anybody and we were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110665261952132627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110665261952132627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110665261952132627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110665261952132627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-wanted.html' title='A Life Wanted'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110656568220547125</id><published>2005-01-24T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T19:49:20.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame on me!</title><summary type='text'>Once my English teacher told me that often in life we must choose and decide because it is worse to be left in the middle of the road to be driven over than choosing the wrong side. I think that is the problem I have now--that I haven't really chosen what to do. Maybe this is where Japan comes in... if we get accepted, then I'd have a side to stand on. He's not the one giving me the pain... it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110656568220547125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110656568220547125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110656568220547125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110656568220547125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/01/shame-on-me.html' title='Shame on me!'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110640129970052565</id><published>2005-01-22T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T21:41:39.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communicate!</title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morning with nearly no voice left. I was calling my mom but she couldn't even hear me (and she was a meter away). Good thing my effort to talk gave it back though it doesn't sound really good. I feel like a frog talking.Yesterday we had the first task in the Celadon Next Top Manager. Though it was really tiring, I enjoyed it very much... and I did realize that I can never compete</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110640129970052565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110640129970052565&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110640129970052565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110640129970052565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/01/communicate.html' title='Communicate!'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110622341317104095</id><published>2005-01-20T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T20:16:53.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sneeze*</title><summary type='text'>Damn! I'm having cough and colds and I easily fall asleep. Earlier this day my throat's been really itchy and now I'm sneezing a lot!  It's irritating because I don't think my body's responding to this properly and the fever won't come out. Stress. It's due to the loads of work we all have to do. I believe we all deserve to have some fun! There's something about blogging and dancing that keeps my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110622341317104095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110622341317104095&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110622341317104095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110622341317104095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/01/sneeze.html' title='*sneeze*'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110604886639281624</id><published>2005-01-18T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T19:47:46.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, Today, Today</title><summary type='text'>I love these days when the weather's really really cold and I wrap myself with a comfy jacket or a really soft blanket--makes me want to sleep all day. However, it too caused me to have colds and dry cough. Last night I couldn't even finish my accounting homework because my eyes were really burning and today, I've been slightly deaf. I think something clogged by nose, ears and throat. Yet still, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110604886639281624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110604886639281624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110604886639281624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110604886639281624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/01/today-today-today.html' title='Today, Today, Today'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110595908589109931</id><published>2005-01-17T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T18:51:25.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><summary type='text'>If God could grant me one wish right now, I'd like to ask for my enthusiasm towards schoolwork back. Lately I've been seriously procrastinating... or maybe not--probably it's because of the amount of schoolwork I have to finish by January. The problem with me is that I only get inspired to work hard when I get good grades. Of course, the problem starts when I don't get the grades I want and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110595908589109931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110595908589109931&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110595908589109931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110595908589109931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/01/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110543939272129081</id><published>2005-01-11T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T18:29:52.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Garden</title><summary type='text'>SECRET GARDENby Bruce SpringsteenShe'll let you in her houseIf you come knockin' late at nightShe'll let you in her mouthIf the words you say are rightIf you pay the priceShe'll let you deep insideBut there's a secret garden she hidesShe'll let you in her carTo go drivin' roundShe'll let you into the parts of herselfThat'll bring you downShe'll let you in her heartIf you got a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110543939272129081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110543939272129081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110543939272129081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110543939272129081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/01/secret-garden.html' title='Secret Garden'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110528839293474805</id><published>2005-01-10T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:56:55.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Email</title><summary type='text'>Read this email forward:"When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms"On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.This was the scene of ten years ago.The following days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110528839293474805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110528839293474805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110528839293474805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110528839293474805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/01/email.html' title='Email'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110518716078990196</id><published>2005-01-08T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T20:26:00.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car window</title><summary type='text'>Sedo in una corsa macchina,Guardo fuori di finestrino,Memoria fiotta all'interno di mio cervello Lo vedo passare...There's something wrong, I can't seem to cope.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110518716078990196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110518716078990196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110518716078990196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110518716078990196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/01/car-window.html' title='Car window'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110467714409988395</id><published>2005-01-02T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T22:45:44.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005, Soaps and Theo Talk</title><summary type='text'>I've already watched the entire season of "Lovers in Paris" and for me it was really nice. I even cried. It was really sad :( Very true: breaking up hurts the most when the two people involved still love each other very much. Watch it. Nevertheless, I also watched "Thorn Birds" with my dad. I'm not sure if people of our generation are aware of it because it was something shown in the 50's or 60's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110467714409988395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110467714409988395&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110467714409988395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110467714409988395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2005/01/2005-soaps-and-theo-talk.html' title='2005, Soaps and Theo Talk'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110413170956547573</id><published>2004-12-27T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T15:15:09.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Break and Me</title><summary type='text'>Things I do this Christmas break: Sleep loooooong hours, watch "Lovers in Paris" Marathon (we have the copy of the entire season nyahahahaha), work with Photoshop almost the entire day, eat ham, eat ham, eat ham, eat ham, eat ham. The year's about to end and I really wish that this next one and the years to follow will all be a lot better than 2004. I know I'm getting older but there are still so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110413170956547573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110413170956547573&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110413170956547573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110413170956547573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-break-and-me.html' title='This Break and Me'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110372575545078332</id><published>2004-12-22T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:18:10.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptiness</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe I spent my whole day today sleeping. I slept for 15 hours the whole day today!!! (Not continuously of course) I woke up at 5am for Simbang Gabi then slept again when I got home until 12 noon. I ate lunch and went back to bed at 1 in the afternoon and woke up at 5. Bummer!It's December 22 and I don't really feel like it's Christmas. I once said that I need to go to Simbang Gabi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110372575545078332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110372575545078332&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110372575545078332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110372575545078332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2004/12/emptiness.html' title='Emptiness'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110346815143528398</id><published>2004-12-19T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T00:28:34.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Thought</title><summary type='text'>It is often said, "women are from venus, men are from mars". One observation I had with regards to the difference of genders is that generally, men fight with one another often because of small reasons; while women on the other hand, seldom fight but those bear weighty reasons. I even heard of a bunch of guys before who fought because of a single coin. Out of nowhere they started hitting one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110346815143528398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110346815143528398&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110346815143528398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110346815143528398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2004/12/just-thought.html' title='Just A Thought'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110338415218127587</id><published>2004-12-18T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T06:11:30.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Down</title><summary type='text'>I thought today would be one of the best days of my life, but now I know it's not. This day started nicely but it ended cruelly. I logged in because I was going to write about the wonderful things that happened today yet I changed my mind.My sister just came barging in my room and talked endlessly about my irresponsibility. I guess it really pissed her off that even up to now she still hasn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110338415218127587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110338415218127587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110338415218127587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110338415218127587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2004/12/breaking-down.html' title='Breaking Down'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110286470180721769</id><published>2004-12-12T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T23:18:21.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Race: the first of its kind in the PE dept (I think)</title><summary type='text'>Today was a cold I-don't-want-to-get-up morning but we were all in school by eight. I was allowed to drive to school alone today because no one wanted to drive me that early :) We were all sitting under the big eagle in the Blue Eagle Gym and most of us had blank faces. Then our teacher came and started the race. He gave us a piece of paper that said:First task: RUN to the college covered </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110286470180721769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110286470180721769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110286470180721769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110286470180721769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2004/12/amazing-race-first-of-its-kind-in-pe.html' title='The Amazing Race: the first of its kind in the PE dept (I think)'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110260293554355056</id><published>2004-12-09T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:35:35.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addiction + Analysis</title><summary type='text'>Late nights have been fun for me these past few days. My sister and I got hooked to this Korean drama, Lovers in Paris, ...REALLY hooked to the point that we still watch the recorded version at one in morning. Since Monday, my sister needs to be at the bazaar in world trade (PROMOTE! PROMOTE!) until 12 midnight; hence, she can't watch so she assigns me to record the show for her every night. By </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110260293554355056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110260293554355056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110260293554355056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110260293554355056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-addiction-analysis.html' title='New Addiction + Analysis'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110232003674000895</id><published>2004-12-06T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T16:46:50.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing</title><summary type='text'>"Our eyes are placed in front because it is more important to look ahead than to look back. So don't regret things you've done... keep on moving forward."I started the week yesterday with a thought in my head that I'm going to move on. Hey, I've been trying ever since but it is now that I really want to start my life over and forget as much of the past. I don't hope anymore and I don't regret </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110232003674000895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110232003674000895&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110232003674000895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110232003674000895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2004/12/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252037.post-110214677484953303</id><published>2004-12-04T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T18:30:04.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which one would you rather feel?</title><summary type='text'>Last night I watched Red Dragon (that movie next to Hannibal) and it scared the shit out of me! It was so disturbing and horrifying to imagine how the murderer killed his victims... CANNIBALISTIC. I'm such a scaredy cat, but really I pray that there is no such being in real life. Before I went to bed, I was thinking, what would I rather feel, that fear I had from the movie or the depression I get</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/110214677484953303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252037&amp;postID=110214677484953303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110214677484953303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252037/posts/default/110214677484953303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saints-avenue.blogspot.com/2004/12/which-one-would-you-rather-feel.html' title='Which one would you rather feel?'/><author><name>charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13705699698289917742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v193/saints_avenue/smilesleep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
