<?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-7844434</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:54:09.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the freelance philosopher</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-111106384621721752</id><published>2005-03-17T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:50:46.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I m.m.P.p.</title><content type='html'>My mom's embarassing me lately. Everytime we meet our relatives and encounter old known people and friends, she keeps on saying about my recognitions/awards in graduation. Nahihiya na ako sa mga tao... grabe. Hindi ko naman yun kinakahiya pero kasi Mama ko sobra magkwento... paulit-ulit. Kabisado ko na nga eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nalaman nila na * ______ * ako at may *__* awards, halos lahat ata ng nasa phone book namin tinawagan niya... Si Papa naman, muntik na mabangga. Eh ayoko naman ikalat sa mga relatives namin kasi kawawa naman yung kapatid ko... feeling ko na-ppressure siya sa akin... heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I like it when I make my parents proud.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to JIVE and BLUE AFFINITY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks nga pala sa lunch ha... kahit ma-luya yung Dinuguan, na-appreciate niyo yung binili kong Ginataang Kalabasa. Azteeg, kumakain pala kayong lahat ng gulay... kasi yung mga lagi kong kasama 'di gaano kumakain ng mga ganun eh. Waheehee... natuwa lang ako dun. Try ko pa pala i-send yung video and pics from my cellphone to e-mail. Never ko pa yun nagawa eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cellphones, nakakainis ang CARIBE ek-ek na yan sa cell ko na recently ko lang natandaan na 7610 pala ang Nokia model niya... Si Leslie kasi laging inuulit sa akin kaya natatandaan ko na. Actually, 'di naman siya nakakasira sa cell ko, makulit nga lang sa kaka-bluetooth sa ibang cell na wala akong kamalay-malay... sinisisi tuloy ako ng mga tao dahil nung ka-bluetooth ko sila, nagkaroon sila ng CARIBE. Hehehe. Balak ko nga paayos bukas kasama si GAH sa Greenhills... *PS: GAH, nood tayo Robots ;p*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst... Buddy 1, 'di ba may kkwento ka? About love life ba na naman ba? Hehehe. Shoot mo na... sinisipag ako makinig ngayon... *wakekekek*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-111106384621721752?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/111106384621721752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=111106384621721752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/111106384621721752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/111106384621721752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-mmpp.html' title='I m.m.P.p.'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-111106065924486357</id><published>2005-03-17T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:39:13.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instrument</title><content type='html'>Hiniling ko sa Lola ko na tulungan ako makapasok sa ministry ng simbahan namin. Eh nahihiya ako pumasok eh. Matagal ko nang gusto maging part nun... naiinggit nga ako sa mga classmates ko na may Parish involvement stuffs. Pero di pa naman huli ang lahat... hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to do GK stuffs this summer... kung naintindihan mo ako, YFC member ka... hehehe ;P sana sa may Payatas ako ma-assign... marami na rin akong friends dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Sana 'di na siya magutom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ey &lt;a href="http://www.3ciaramos.blogspot.com/"&gt;3cia&lt;/a&gt;... wag mong pansinin 'yung &lt;i&gt;*insecured*&lt;/i&gt; sa 'yo. Sometimes people tend to bother other people because they're bothered inside. By the way, thanks for the link ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Bridgetines who are going to take Trumpets Playshop, God bless. Mag-eenjoy kayo dyan pramiz... 'Di ako tatagal dyan ng limang taon kung hindi ako naging masaya... hehehe. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-111106065924486357?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/111106065924486357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=111106065924486357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/111106065924486357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/111106065924486357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2005/03/instrument.html' title='Instrument'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-111064073795484883</id><published>2005-03-12T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T23:38:23.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music of the Night</title><content type='html'>Every year sa former school ko, St. Therese of the Child Jesus Montessori School ginaganap ang Band Fest. Nagsimula 'yon noong Grade 6 pa 'yong batch ko. Noong time namin, from Grade 3 - Grade 6 ang tumutugtog... tas palago nang palago. Ngayon, from Nursery to First Year. Imagine seven-year old children playing lyres in unison? Naiinggit tuloy ako sa mga batang kayang tumugtog ng lyre samantalang ako noong time ko na 'yon eh walang-wala. May tumugtog din na mga alumni. Azteeg. *I adore LUNES - wah... Joshua, iba ang boses mo =&gt; sana binabasa niya eh no?* Sana nga may number din yung batch ko kahit magsayaw lang ng Halukay Ube. Hehehe. Kaso nga lang, sobrang busy... tas... 'yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang galing ng banda ng kapatid ko. Bwahahaha... shempz, kapatid ko 'yon. Heehee... They performed Liwanag Sa Dilim and a praise song na 'di ko alam ang title. Nangawit nga lang braso ko kakakuha ng video niya. Well, I think their band was the best... *I'm just being fair ;p* Pero bago sila tumugtog, marami akong ginawa - naglibot, nangulit, naglibot, nangulit, naglibot, nangulit, naglibot, nangulit. Sa totoo lang, ang saya kasi ang cute ng mga bata lalo na yung may "hidden mickey" sa ulo. Hehehe. Tas yung mga classmates ko noon, kita kitz na naman... kulitan ever. Hehehe... ewan ko kung binabasa nila ito... actually 'di nga ako sure kung may nagbabasa nito eh. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ayoko ko lang eh *toot* tska technical stuffs... ANG LAKAS NG VOLUME NG MGA INSTRUMENTS... di ko na naririnig yung kinakanta. Sayang yung violin ek-ek nila... kung ako na nasa harapan eh 'di marinig yung violin, yung sa likod pa kaya? Ewan ko kung bakit gumagana ang sense of tune ko sa tenga kapag violin... alam ko may isa o dalawang violins na wala sa tono... PRAMIZ *or baka ang...*. Tas medyo kulang sa practice sila... may nauuna, may nahuhuli. Sayang. Pero ok lang... first time naman eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit 'di ko natikman ang putahe ni Sir Arvein, ok lang. May take-out naman si Mama. Bukas ko na kakainin. Tas ang cute pa ng anak niya, si Genesis. Hehehe. Nakalimutan kong bigyan si Ivy ng Ice Cream... siguro next time na lang kami magkita. Psst... BUDDY 1 *yan, special mention ka pa*, iba ang powers mo. Hehehe =&gt; umalis. Sa Escort Service 1 and 2, thanks. RICCI, hehehe... ang saya maglibot at mangulit no? Max and Ives, wah... shayang... ang saya pa naman ng events after nyo umalis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumain kami sa Kenny Rogers after ng event. Ang sarap kumain kasi pagod na ako kakakulit sa mga tao. Hehehe... Uy, Sir Gilbert... walang kupas pa rin boses mo. Tas binuksan ko 'yung PC, nagttype ng entry na 'to at matutulog na. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-111064073795484883?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/111064073795484883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=111064073795484883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/111064073795484883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/111064073795484883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2005/03/music-of-night.html' title='Music of the Night'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-111056005106268784</id><published>2005-03-12T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T13:05:33.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Psalm of David.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.abideinchrist.com/poems/rex27.html"&gt;PSALM XXVII&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell. Though an host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear: though war should rise against me, in this will I be confident. One thing have I desired of the LORD, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD, and to enquire in his temple. For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock. And now shall mine head be lifted up above mine enemies round about me: therefore will I offer in his tabernacle sacrifices of joy; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto the LORD. Hear, O LORD, when I cry with my voice: have mercy also upon me, and answer me. When thou saidst, Seek ye my face; my heart said unto thee, Thy face, LORD, will I seek. Hide not thy face far from me; put not thy servant away in anger: thou hast been my help; leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation. When my father and my mother forsake me, then the LORD will take me up. Teach me thy way, O LORD, and lead me in a plain path, because of mine enemies. Deliver me not over unto the will of mine enemies: for false witnesses are risen up against me, and such as breathe out cruelty. I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living. Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After five months of "blog hibernation", I decided to patiently update my layout. Julia promised to make me a layout which I expect to be better than this layee I personally innovated from &lt;a href="http://www.dreamystyles.com" target="_blank"&gt;DreamyStyles&lt;/a&gt;. Actually, this layout is especially for my GJ &lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/~thalliontamaiel"&gt;*thalliontamaiel*&lt;/a&gt; I kept months ago for my future GJ layout. Eh 'di na ako makatiis sa layout kong inaamag na sa kalumaan ng layout. I took the codes from my GJ Style Files and changed almost every tags. Ang hirap... iba kasi ang blogger sa GJ but I managed "somehow" to alter the tags from &lt;a href="http://www.gretatestjournal.com"&gt;GJ&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com" target="_blank"&gt;Blogger&lt;/a&gt;... hay... three hours din 'yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yan... tag-lish na lang ako... alam ko binabasa ito nila &lt;a target=_blank href="http://mushroom.misanthropos.net"&gt;[__mushroom__]&lt;/a&gt;  at &lt;a target=_blank href="http://himitsu.misanthropos.net/"&gt;[__himitsu__]&lt;/a&gt;... kaya kakatakot mag-english... kaya pinoy na lang... ;p Uy, Sir Yap... alam ko binabasa mo rin blog ko... wahehehe... Thank you po sa awards ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds of the same feather flock together... ngayong fourth year lang ako nagkaroon ng matinong *adakrab =&gt; reverse nyo na lang ;p* Siguro kasi ngayon ko lang nakilala yung mga taong naranasan / nararanasan ang aking naranasan / nararanasan. Alam ko maraming nagtatanong kung bakit ko sila laging kasama... maaaring masagot ko lamang sa kanila'y may pagkakahalintulad kami ng karanasan sa pagtrato ng mga tao sa amin. Maaaring prangka sila at tahimik ako sa bagay na 'yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya ako sa apat na taon... dahil sa mga tapat na mga kaibigan. Naiinis ako sa kabilang dako dahil feeling ko, "taken for granted" ang ibang ginawa ko sa ibang tao.  'Yun bang naaalala lang nila ako kapag may kailangan sila, pero kapag wala... wala ako. Magbibigay ako ng suggestions, 'di ako papansinin... sa loob-loob ko, kung sana'y pinakinggan ako, eh 'di sana'y mas maganda ang kinalabasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God promised me that I'm going to be heard in college. Maybe that's why He let me passed Philosophy in UP Diliman. Ewan ko ba kung bakit ako nakapasa 'don. 'Di ko nga natapos yung Math tska after ng UPCAT mukha akong baliw na naglilibot sa NBS Katips kasi nga 'di ko natapos yung Math eh 'yun ata yung may malaking %. Kasi naman, ang tagal ng queue sa CR, 'di ako makalabas ng exam room tas mukha pang mataray yung examiner namin. 'Yung KFC pa ni Camille Recto umaamoy nang malakas, nakakagutom tuloy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya sabi ko sa sarili ko, gagalingan ko na sa ACET kahit 'di yun ang first choice kong school. Kasi La Salle first choice ko kasi malayo... eh gusto ko naman malayo sa Katipunan world. Tas yun... Unang lumabas ang results ng La Salle, erm... 'di ako pumasa... ewan ko ba... pero medyo mahirap talaga... Kaya nanlumo ako... nag-inquire ako agad sa UAP. Pero nung January 8, 2005 after ng YFC HS Convention sa San Beda College, Alabang... lumabas na raw yung ACET results. So yon... hehehe... I saw my name BS LM... nyak. Gusto talaga ni Lord na ipagpatuloy ko ang dream kong maging Lawyer... hehehe. Tas another confirmation naman noong pumasa ako ng UPCAT sa 'di ko nalalalamang dahilan... BA Philosophy. Wow. Azteeg ni Lord magplano. Inuuna muna ang UPCAT tas ACET then unang lumabas ang results ng La Salle, ACET at huli ang UP. Kaya halos everyday, naglalagay na ako ng bulaklak at kahit anu-ano pa sa School Chapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, may isa pa Siyang surprise sa akin... pero secret na lang 'yon. Kakahiya eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH, kung binabasa mo man 'to... quality time out kailan? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga "a**h***s", thanks ha... so kanino si Constantine? ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alam ko gets nyo yung sinabi ko ;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-111056005106268784?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/111056005106268784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=111056005106268784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/111056005106268784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/111056005106268784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2005/03/psalm-of-david.html' title='A Psalm of David.'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109907122216746488</id><published>2004-10-30T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T01:51:00.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The MOS EISLEY Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This year's Halloween Event has not been so exciting, magical, not-to-mention *force-full* without an extraordinary gathering. Last Friday night *Oct.29*, I went to Mos Eisley Night *at Hard Rock Cafe* of &lt;a href="http://www.starwarsphilippines.ph"&gt;Star Wars Philippines&lt;/a&gt; together with my family and some dear friends from &lt;a href="http://www.pinoyharrypotter.org"&gt;Pinoy Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt; who are also members of SWP. It was such a great night. Everyone's so hyper and high *not just because they're drunk or something but also it's their, well, our nature*. I guess we're the noisiest group there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the high spirit of people, great music and amazing atmosphere, I met quite several people from different groups and even from my dear group, PHP that made me enjoy everything. Two-thumbs up to &lt;a href="http://www.stroll-across-the-stars.ph/"&gt;Prof.Skywalker / jedi_ginny&lt;/a&gt; and to the rest of &lt;a href="http://www.starwarsphilippines.ph"&gt;Star Wars Philippines&lt;/a&gt; for making the party possible and successful... I hope I can help them next time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Priory of... erm, SWP FIND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Prof.Sky - the best ang Blue Milk you endorsed!!! hehehe... sarap! ;p hmm... wala naman akong hang-over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ AJ - Belated Happy Birthday!!! may hang-over ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Pref. Z - thanx sa robe! buti di gryff badge nilagay mo, hehehe... di bagay sa blue ng ravenclaw... ;p azteeg ng laytseyber mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ HG Giselle - bagay sa 'yo ang *Princess Leia hairdo*!!! heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ HB Beejay - thou not wear shades at night... next time mag-matrix ka na lang ;p kala ko di mo na babalik ang shades ko! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ 'Te Abbey - next Mos Eisley, costume ni Pig Ewok ha! ;p yaan mo, Natalie Portman-look-alike ka pa rin sa amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Pref.Carl - sana makapunta ako sa beeday mo... may family affair ata kami sa sementeryo eh... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Pref.Lily - musta ang effect ng Red Bull?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Prof.Malfoy - ilang degrees celsius inabot ang costume? hehehe... init no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Nica / Nikka *tama ba?* - bigay mo na lang yung helmet ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Miao - sarap ng libre no? teka, ano ang power ng purple crystal? uuuyyy, may bago syang pakulo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Macy - what time ka umuwi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Ai - hello! erm... wala ako masabi... hmm, Happy Halloween!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ CJ &amp; Lianne / Lian - thanx sa Seattle's Best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** sino pa ba? ako... may hang-over pa ata... hehehe... ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109907122216746488?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109907122216746488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109907122216746488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109907122216746488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109907122216746488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/10/mos-eisley-night.html' title='The MOS EISLEY Night'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109877558216572091</id><published>2004-10-26T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T15:31:42.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdayfontsporty</title><content type='html'>It's my favorite [siya lang naman brother ko eh] brother's BIRTHDAY TODAY!!! MY dad cooked Lengua with Mushroom sauce... sarap! Then, he just bought cake, pansit malabon and ice cream to complete the menu. We decided to stay at home because my brother is too busy for his exams this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time reading some blogs. Their fonts are so small for my resolution. Perhaps I have to adjust something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to release some sweat from my body. I really feel so sick feeling my sweat swimming inside my skin. I do not want to do some nonsense exercise anyway. Maybe I'll do badminton or something sporty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109877558216572091?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109877558216572091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109877558216572091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109877558216572091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109877558216572091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/10/birthdayfontsporty.html' title='birthdayfontsporty'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109877479191700323</id><published>2004-10-24T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T15:16:32.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dumbest story ever told</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Saturday Night:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick. Every part of my body aches. Perhaps it's because of the stressful week I had previously. I know I have to take the USTET tomorrow &lt;b&gt;afternoon&lt;/b&gt; so I left the Floo - PHP Chat Party at around 11pm because &lt;b&gt; I know I can wake up at around 9am to prepare for my AFTERNOON USTET.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday Morning:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;9:30&lt;/u&gt; - I woke up. YES! Too early for me to prepare - UST is so far from our house so I need more travel time to get there &lt;b&gt;BY AFTERNOON&lt;/b&gt;! I read the bible, brushed my teeth and prepare my things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. bag&lt;br /&gt;2. pencils&lt;br /&gt;3. chocolates&lt;br /&gt;4. girl stuffs&lt;br /&gt;5. TEST PERMIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my test permit for the &lt;b&gt;SECOND TIME&lt;/b&gt; after I received it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;8:00am -&lt;br /&gt;12:00pm&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for letting me forget it anyway. I had good enough rest and I feel ok now. &lt;b&gt;And YES, I'm the dumbest person of that day. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109877479191700323?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109877479191700323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109877479191700323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109877479191700323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109877479191700323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/10/dumbest-story-ever-told.html' title='the dumbest story ever told'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109877349008711537</id><published>2004-10-23T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T14:59:35.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the first place...</title><content type='html'>After three weeks of hibernating from my blog life, I finally made an update. Honestly, it was a promise between God and me - that I won't make any update for three weeks for me to concentrate on my studies. Two weeks ago, we had our second quarter exams. I studied well for the first time in my senior life... but I got low scores. I expected to get higher this time knowing that last quarter, I didn't study that much though I had high scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I learned two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do not expect.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do not study too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was one of the busiest weeks of my life. We had a Songfest contest. DK had to do the production stuff so we had to make sure the show's gonna be fine. I also had to help my class practice our song piece! If only I can be in two places at the same time then. I really wished I had a Time Turner with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shows went on. Wednesday was the Elimination day and Friday was the Finals. Personally, I did not want my class to get to the Finals because I was sick of people expecting to much of my class' capability and I wanted to concentrate more on the production of the contest. Unfortunately, I lose. My class got a place for the Finals with some terrible repercussions with the other classes, which turned out to be fine before the Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not know how we got it. Perhaps, God wanted something. Although we didn't win anything, we'll have our own time someday, not now... I know. As for the Seniors, I really love you all. That was certainly a great time for us to do something for our batch's sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109877349008711537?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109877349008711537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109877349008711537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109877349008711537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109877349008711537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/10/in-first-place.html' title='in the first place...'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109704402659302710</id><published>2004-10-06T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T18:36:47.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addicted to nadia</title><content type='html'>i received an intel from &lt;a href="http://alias-media.com" title="Alias Media" target=_blank&gt;K-Directorate&lt;/a&gt; about this new agent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/165.jpg" alt="the passenger" title="Nadia" width="200" height"250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++&lt;br /&gt;gosh, she's so pretty!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109704402659302710?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109704402659302710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109704402659302710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109704402659302710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109704402659302710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/10/addicted-to-nadia.html' title='addicted to nadia'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109616912976828018</id><published>2004-09-26T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T11:44:01.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new phase *face*</title><content type='html'>Im just sick of my previous layout... Besides, it's been hanging here for two months already... I just woke up this morning wanting to have a new look of my dear blog... that's all... [may reklamo?!.. joke!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just hard to do the alignment stuffs because my resolution view is 1280 x 1024 and I'm not sure if it's going to be viewed nicely in the other pc's. I hope it's well-viewed to all. [kung may reklamo... comment nyo na lang! ;p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::the new passenger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109616912976828018?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109616912976828018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109616912976828018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109616912976828018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109616912976828018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/09/new-phase-face.html' title='the new phase *face*'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109616585530607755</id><published>2004-09-26T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T11:04:24.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alias addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=gray cellspacing=0 cellpadding=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" style='color:white; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You are Addicted to Alias When...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" style='color:#FEE4FE; font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At every fast food joint you go to, you order "the special, no pickles" regardless of the fact that you LIKE pickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe wearing a colorful wig and tight clothing can help you get away with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You check the sides of old book pages for Russian characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you see a black Mercedes, it reminds you of Sark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You notice every Ford Focus on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use the phrase "There are just so many problems with this..." at every possible opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have suspicions that your spouse may actually be a double.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your non- Alias obsessed friends (like you have any of those left! Hah!) refuse to talk to you about Italians, prophecies, pickles, wigs, parent/daughter relationships, spies or anything else that might lead to a discussion about Alias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually BUY a blue Ford Focus. (With gold rims, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wonder if Sark actually could be Irina's son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You develop opinions and theories about this and other unanswered facets of the show, and spend a large amount of time formulating arguments for both sides of the debate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main question you ask yourself shopping is "Would Sydney wear something like this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have seen every episode. Ever. More than 5 times a piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went to see Daredevil just for Jennifer Garner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You flip out when you see Michael Vartan in One Hour Photo married to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mention of weddings, rings, or two years just gets you incredibly ticked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting a bad grade on a paper you tell your friend about your professor saying "legally he's right, ethically he's an ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the topic of TV shows comes up, you automatically ask the person "Do you watch Alias?" and if they say they've never heard of it... you immediately end the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear the songs played in the show.. and you instinctively listen for the lines of the characters.. and know precisely when their lines occurred in the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your history teacher mentions something about the KGB.. and you suddenly think "Irina?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a codename that people actually call you by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think having no first name is a perfectly acceptable thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Asian men in wheelchairs creep you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never view epoxy in the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find yourself trying to find good, compelling reasons to sway your significant other that your next child/pet should be named "Irina" or "Sydney."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel aggravated and insulted when you watch the episode of "Frasier" where Victor Garber plays Dr. Crane's British butler. ("Years of agent training and experience, wasted...")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel a strange urge to bite Mike Tyson's ear off every time you think of "Jimmy Kimmel Live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you hear a truly interesting song, you immediately think of how that song would fit into a scene from Alias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find yourself criticizing the REAL CIA based solely on your knowledge of Alias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Jerry Springer's guests have boring, uncomplicated family/friend relationships and easy, simple-to-fix personal problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become incredibly irritated when people say, "That girl Sydney, doesn't she really report to someone else?" and can tell them exactly how many episodes behind the times they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begin fantasizing about planting listening devices on your significant other's work clothes, just to see if you can find anything exciting/spy-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  know what J/I, S/V, S/W, Sarkney, Slark, slash, and shipper are, and have opinions on all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you hear the Nokia ringtone, you get excited even though there's no way it could be Vaughn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look for air vents you could crawl into incase of an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday morning instead of saying "hello" to your friend you just say "Did you SEE VAUGHN'S BOXERS???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only people you have on your AIM buddy list are people you've met through Alias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you begin to doze off in history class and only snap back to attention when the teacher uses the words "Alliance" or "Covenant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You record every episode, then go out and buy the DVDs as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dream about Irina Derevko at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweiss does not sound like a candy bar to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You assume that anyone who wears dark eyeliner is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You meet a nice person and immediately become suspicious of their motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You constantly try to figure out ways to get Jack and Irina back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Alias.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/addicted.html"&gt;Get Your Own Addicted Meme Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;More cool things for your blog at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109616585530607755?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109616585530607755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109616585530607755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109616585530607755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109616585530607755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/09/alias-addiction.html' title='alias addiction'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109542170237492547</id><published>2004-09-17T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T19:48:22.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Blues</title><content type='html'>1. nick mo nung HS:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; cheska / chescake / Ms. Montes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. sections mo 1st-4th: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1-St. Martha&lt;br /&gt;2-St. Cecilia&lt;br /&gt;3-St. Therese&lt;br /&gt;4-St. Gertrude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. advisers: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1st yr - Ms. Mananquil&lt;br /&gt;2nd yr - Ms. Ignacio&lt;br /&gt;3rd yr - Ms. Dizon&lt;br /&gt;4th yr - Ms. Alunan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. fave subject: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Economics - kaso pinakamababa ko yon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. fave teacher:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; si LORD... heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. fave event: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; SPORTSFEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. fave seatmate&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; si Nina - kahit wala na sya sa Pilipinas... heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. barkada: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; lahat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ultimate crush: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; wala eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. club: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Dulaang Kabataan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. most embarrasing moment: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; nadulas ako sa canteen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. greatest achievement:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; being a SENIOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.highest grade nung HS: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; 99 - CSL nung 2nd year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. lowest grade nung HS: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; 88 - music nun pa yon... tas 88 din sa Economics... heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. fave tambayan: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. fave merienda:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; siopao!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. most unforgettable momentS:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; DK plays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. greatest regret: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; di ako nag-aral nung first quarter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19: ka-loveteam: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ung mini - library ko sa classroom! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; si QQ - ung calculator ko... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. fave restaurant: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; no choice: jabee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. fave expression: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; "grh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. are you punctual:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. do u recite in class:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; yun ung hilig ko eh.. YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. maporma?:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; no... di ako fashionista... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. makulet?: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; pag may ADHD virus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. sipag mag-aral: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; YES... but i'm not intelligent... just industrious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. friendly? &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. popular:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. sosyal: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; I'm social... yes... soshal... nope... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***From &lt;a href="http://friendster.com"&gt;FRIENDSTER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109542170237492547?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109542170237492547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109542170237492547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109542170237492547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109542170237492547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/09/high-school-blues.html' title='High School Blues'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109533692202658373</id><published>2004-09-16T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T19:38:47.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 4 - Episode 1: The Double Agent *daw*</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/Red7.jpg" width="50%"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109533692202658373?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109533692202658373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109533692202658373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109533692202658373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109533692202658373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/09/season-4-episode-1-double-agent-daw.html' title='Season 4 - Episode 1: The Double Agent *daw*'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109491477342481032</id><published>2004-09-11T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T20:06:25.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highly Classified</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/2.jpg"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avoir sa place ou aller moi faire pas être au courant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*la lang... i do not know the correct translation eh...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109491477342481032?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109491477342481032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109491477342481032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109491477342481032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109491477342481032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/09/highly-classified.html' title='Highly Classified'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109489771233953806</id><published>2004-09-11T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T18:26:39.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gateway</title><content type='html'>Jing borrowed my Bible so my usual routine of Bible-reading two times a day is somewhat halted... Nevertheless, I stumbled into a very nice site: &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com"&gt;Bible Gateway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;++++++++++++++&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lang jing! at least nakakatulong ako sa Christian maturity mo... di naman ata magagalit si LORD sa akin kung di ako nakakapagbasa... maybe it's the time for me to finish reading Purpose Driven Life... heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;++++++++++++++&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 9-11 Anniversary pala... I hope God has already healed the affected people... especially the families of the victims &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/cgi-bin/bible?passage=PS+27&amp;language=english&amp;version=NIV&amp;showfn=on&amp;showxref=on"&gt;[Psalm 27]&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109489771233953806?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109489771233953806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109489771233953806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109489771233953806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109489771233953806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/09/gateway.html' title='A Gateway'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109427489799671501</id><published>2004-09-04T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T13:14:57.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doing my purpose in life</title><content type='html'>--&gt; i've been blogging around looking for people who're looking for the LORD... la lang... i just want them to realize that God never wants them to be lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the sheep that has been lost, there will be greater joy in heaven when one sinner repents than the ninety-nine righteous people who stay loyal to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O God Most High, You rule over the heavens and the earth... yet YOU are also personally present, personally involved GOD who LOVES, RESCUES, and TAKES CARE of all who believe and trust in YOU."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109427489799671501?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109427489799671501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109427489799671501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109427489799671501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109427489799671501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/09/doing-my-purpose-in-life.html' title='doing my purpose in life'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109375277768832683</id><published>2004-08-29T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T12:14:40.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEEK in ME... argh... very alarming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" target="_new" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=10411" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=#000000 bgcolor="#90D599" cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align=center bgcolor='086023'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=10411' target='_new' style='text-decoration: none;'&gt;&lt;font style='color : #ffffff; 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El Fili - bago notebook ko dun... sayang... heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. may meeting ata Senior A's eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. balak ko pa naman mag-audition sa cheerleading!!! hahahaahha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. di ko pa napapa-xerox ung theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. i have to distribute the tasks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. may hihiramin akong book sa library!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109343840745384817?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109343840745384817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109343840745384817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109343840745384817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109343840745384817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/08/top-ten-reasons-why-i-hate-rain-today.html' title='Top Ten Reasons Why I Hate The Rain Today'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109254265976063757</id><published>2004-08-15T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T12:04:19.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Galore</title><content type='html'>My Saturday was so exhausting... not to mention... "FUN!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to UP to meet my PHP friends... *kaka-miss sila!* I really insisted to come even if my mom's not in favor of that gig *she wants me to rest from school work*... I really enjoyed their company kahit two hours lang ako dun... ewan ko kung baket... *baka kasi weird din sila tulad ko*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... by 1pm... i attended the DK meeting... well... syempre... ung mga nandon eh yung may mga "nerve system"... heeheehee... we planned the stuffs we're going to present on Friday - Araw ng Wika... masaya naman... si Mixie joker as ever! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, seven of us went to McDo Katipunan to do our regular routine - eating after DK meet ups!!! Syempre.. i ordered my favorite delight ----&gt; Double Cheeseburger with Lemonade and Large Fries!!! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, the phperz peeps were there too!!! heehee... nauna nga lang kami... heehee... saya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad fetched me at Jabee Aurora then we went to Sta. Lucia to have some of his films developed... The mall's having sale this weekend... but I'm not a shoppaholic eh... I even don't buy stuffs in sale seasons... unless they're books... heehee!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for that Saturday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109254265976063757?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109254265976063757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109254265976063757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109254265976063757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109254265976063757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/08/saturday-galore.html' title='Saturday Galore'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109254118150657897</id><published>2004-08-13T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T14:52:15.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nag-cheat kami ni Lord sa exam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="scroll"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth... wala akong matinong aral ngayong exam... well... lagi naman eh... I always &lt;strong&gt;cram&lt;/strong&gt;... i don't study all of my notes...&lt;br /&gt;but there's one thing i never forget before exams... *_ _ _ _ _* I'm good at listening... i can really remember info, facts, and stuffs better when i hear them rather than when i read them... that's why it is better for me to listen while taking down notes than taking down notes after listening... or should i say... it is better for me to be present in discussions and not study than study the lessons without hearing the lecture... and that's the mere reason why &lt;strong&gt;i hate missing classes!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pag exams... yan, binubulungan ako ni Lord ng mga sagot... he tells me the answers to the questions... kahit di lahat,,, masaya na ako nun... heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: If you haven't taken the exam... don't dare to scroll down and read the following... SPOILERS!!! heehee... wala namang sagot dito eh... konsensya nyo na yan! heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already posted my comments on the first day of exam... so the second day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Economics&lt;/strong&gt; - heehee... di ko nabasa lahat ng nasa book... buti na lang ung lumabas sa exam eh ung nabasa ko!!! saya!!! kaya nakasagot ako... mostly kasi sa notes ako nag-review kaya di gaano malaki ung knowledge ko sa topics... sana may marami pa akong time para mapagnilayan ang Economics... yun pa naman ang course ko!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; - one word: kakawindang... basically application kaya it took out most of my CT skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt; - sabi ni sir madali lang... yepz... madali lang pero mahaba!!! buti na lang walang "none of the above"... that choice makes things worse eh!!! thanx sir!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health&lt;/strong&gt; - wish ko lang sana correct din ung own words... im not good at memorizing eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth day... wheeeeeeee......... last day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; - dali lang... practical... pero pag di ka nagbasa o nakinig... bokya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pinoy &lt;/strong&gt;- hirap "daw"... pero sa akin ok lang... aliw nga eh! heehee... di ako nag-aral pero nakinig talaga ako... and once na nakinig ako... i can answer the exam... simply like that!!! tas ni-re-write ko pa notes ko kasi sabi ni sir kukunin daw nya pero at the same time... nakapag-review na rin ako!!! wheeeeeeeeeeee..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay... it's fun listening talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109254118150657897?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109254118150657897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109254118150657897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109254118150657897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109254118150657897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/08/nag-cheat-kami-ni-lord-sa-exam.html' title='Nag-cheat kami ni Lord sa exam!'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109222762984490260</id><published>2004-08-11T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T14:07:58.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For INSTANCE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every challenge and venture I experienced throughout my exciting life has taught me quite a few lessons. My failures and attainments in particular, have helped define who I really am. My friends, experiences, and my loving family, continue to play an important role in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord plays a major role in shaping my personality. By hearing His words and reading the Bible, I have become a well-guided person - a Christ-like person. People happen to trust me. Startlingly, they share their problems with me and ask for advice. And surprisingly, I am able to give them advice I never knew I can conjure. They may not know it but these instances assist me in constructing my personality. Well, I think God Himself wants me to experience that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being on stage is the best. It's my home, my second family, my refuge. When the going gets tough for me, I run to my theater family, the DK (Dulaang Kabataan). It's really difficult being a member of this theater club. I have to risk some of my top priorities, which are my studies. Rehearsals take so much time of my study periods. However, I am not bothered for I really love what I am doing. I never dream about being popular, I just want to be heard. That's why I really love being a theater actress. I may not be a good performer, but I know that I do my best in everything that I do. This way, I am able to express myself, from my peripheral self to my deepest thoughts. Sometimes I surprise myself every time I do it because I may not be aware of it or not, I really show myself off on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A concrete example of such accomplishment is my becoming a follower and a leader. When I was a member of a duly accredited student organization, I become a well-developed individual in terms of leadership and social interaction. By being a responsible follower, I became a recognized leader, setting an example for everybody. I may not be the best nor the perfect symbol for leadership, but I know in my heart, I certainly created a difference and touched the lives of those around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109222762984490260?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109222762984490260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109222762984490260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109222762984490260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109222762984490260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/08/for-instance.html' title='For INSTANCE...'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109212740539505752</id><published>2004-08-10T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T16:43:25.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109212740539505752?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109212740539505752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109212740539505752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109212740539505752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109212740539505752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/08/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have.html' title=''/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109211527781014055</id><published>2004-08-10T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T13:21:17.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyerx... la lang...</title><content type='html'>hhaayyy... natapos rin ang PHYSICS!!! waheehee... saya! ayos lang... di naman mahirap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero un nga... my deadliest fear!!! MULTIPLE CHOICE yon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana naman tama ung mga choices ko... hay... bahala na si LORD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... CSL - ok lang... mahaba nga lang... number one question pa lang ako sa essay 20 minutes na lang before the time ends! haaayyy... kaya medyo minimized na lang ung ibang answers ko... waheehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music - ok din... parang may questions lang na di nasabi ni sir... sana bonus yon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies... yan lang... bukas na alng ulit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109211527781014055?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109211527781014055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109211527781014055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109211527781014055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109211527781014055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/08/nyerx-la-lang.html' title='Nyerx... la lang...'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109202508046978591</id><published>2004-08-10T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T14:01:22.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Being with God throughout my life is the best thing that has *been happening* to me... Lifting up unto Him everything is what I really love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, that's my life... it all depends on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lord God, today I commit to You my present&lt;br /&gt;location and situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May You guide me throughout this life to&lt;br /&gt;just be where You want me to be, as I seek to do Your will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are my dwelling place and I rest under&lt;br /&gt;the shadow of Your wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109202508046978591?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109202508046978591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109202508046978591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109202508046978591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109202508046978591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/08/fall.html' title='The Fall'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109197312293615642</id><published>2004-08-08T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T21:52:02.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Survived The UPCAT</title><content type='html'>hhaaayyy....... tapos na rin ang kalbaryo ng UPCAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though di ako sure kung papasa ako pero at least nawalan ako ng isang pasanin sa balikat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Sept. 18 naman ACET... tas Sept. 19 USTET...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If anyone lacks wisdom, he should ask the Lord who gives generously to all, and it will be given to him"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- James 1:5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109197312293615642?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109197312293615642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109197312293615642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109197312293615642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109197312293615642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-survived-upcat.html' title='I Survived The UPCAT'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109179760257520879</id><published>2004-08-07T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T21:39:17.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presence of MIND... no, HEART!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been keeping this for almost a month but I just don't want to let this out for I may be hurting some people's feelings or something - once I've let this out. But I don't care about that anymore. I just want to let this feeling of anger out *indirectly to those people* on this blog, which i know *well* "they" may or may not read anyway... *I'm having a bad attitude of keeping my feelings in myself alone...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if some people really do have the SENSE OF SENSITIVITY. Some people out there *well, in my opinion* do not care about other people's feelings. I hope that they are thinking that several "other responsible" people are making things up for them. And I just hope that they are making things up for those "other" people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sana lang maging "considerate" naman kayo sa mga "ibang" tao na "dedicated" sa isang group... sa isang family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our Daddy have said last Wednesday, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"The group will continue to move with or without them. We do not need people such as those."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109179760257520879?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109179760257520879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109179760257520879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109179760257520879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109179760257520879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/08/presence-of-mind-no-heart.html' title='Presence of MIND... no, HEART!'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109179674016782531</id><published>2004-08-07T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T21:40:38.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silencio *to St. Gertrude Class*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How I wish I could cast a spell that would make my class... well, a really quite one. I don't know how "we" do it but we're really so noisy! Perhaps it's like a virus that spreads around the room whenever one starts to talk. (Well, just like the "cold virus" I am spreading right now there!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Almost all... uhm... no... well... ALL of the teachers commented on our "sickness" uhm... or should I say "extensive predicament" of being so noisy. Well, we're already in our Senior year and I still wonder why "we" are like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;C'mon gercute! Help me out! Comment on this! *waheeheehee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109179674016782531?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109179674016782531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109179674016782531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109179674016782531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109179674016782531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/08/silencio-to-st-gertrude-class.html' title='Silencio *to St. Gertrude Class*'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109179590114412681</id><published>2004-08-07T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T15:09:45.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Synopsis: Cyrano de Bergerac - Halik ni Roxane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="scroll"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ang pag-ibig ay sadyang mapaglaro. Kung nais mong makamit ang minimithing pag-ibig ng isang tao, kailangan mong magpakita ng lakas ng loob, sapagkat kung wala kang magagawa para dito, ikaw ay masasawi lamang sa lungkot at pagsisisi. Ngunit kadalasa’y ang nararamdamang tunay na pag-ibig ay hindi maaaring makita sa labas na anyo. Ang tunay na pag-ibig ay yaong nasa loob ng isang tao; mahirap matanto lalo na kung siya ay malihim. Kung minsan ang tunay na pag-ibig ay ginagawang lihim upang mapaligaya ang taong labis na minamahal, kahit ang kahulugan nito ay labis na kasawian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ang Cyrano ng Bergerac – Ang Halik ni Roxane ay isang lumang kwentong na isinalin sa Filipino ni Fransisco Rodrigo mula sa Ingles na isinalin din mula sa Pranses. Ang buong kwento nito ay orihinal na mahaba na may limang hati. Ang “Halik ni Roxane” ay isang bahagi lamang (ikatlo) sa mahabang kwento ni Cyrano de Bergerac ngunit ito’y puno ng isang diwang pupukaw sa damdamin ng mga manunuod – ang diwa ng tunay na pag-ibig at sakripisyo para dito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Si Cyrano ay isang dalubhasang makata na umiibig sa isang binibini na ang ngalan ay Roxane, subalit siya ay mahiyain at hindi kayang ipagtapat ang kanyang tunay na nararamdaman. Ang kanyang kaibigan na si Christian ay umiibig din kay Roxane, subalit hindi binabanggit ni Cyrano na siya ay umiibig din sa dalagang iniibig din ng kanyang kaibigan. Isang araw, si Christian ay humingi ng tulong kay Cyrano upang suyuin si Roxane. Kaya isang gabi, itinuloy nila ang kanilang plano. Namalagi sina Cyrano at Christian sa ilalim ng balkonahe, samantalang si Roxane ay naroon sa itaas, nakikinig sa wika ng pag-ibig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dahil sa hindi magkaharap sina Christian at Roxane, nagawa ni Christian ang mala-perpektong panliligaw kay Roxane. Nag-uusap sina Roxane at Christian, pero ang katotohana’y si Cyrano ang bumibigkas ng pagsuyo para sa dalaga. Dahil sa malumanay at matalinghagang pananalita ni Cyrano, napaibig si Roxane sa inaakalang kausap na si Christian. Naiwan na lamang si Cyrano na mayroong kasawian at kaligayahan sa sarili. Kasawian – dahil hindi niya mayakap sa kanyang mga bisig ang kanyang pinakamamahal na si Roxane. Kaligayahan – dahil alam niya sa kanyang sarili na siya lamang ang nakapagpa-ibig sa kanyang mahal at wala nang iba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109179590114412681?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109179590114412681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109179590114412681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109179590114412681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109179590114412681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/08/synopsis-cyrano-de-bergerac-halik-ni.html' title='Synopsis: Cyrano de Bergerac - Halik ni Roxane'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109178848758702333</id><published>2004-08-07T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T21:24:20.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiple Choice... erm, Nemesis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really hate &lt;strong&gt;MULTIPLE CHOICE&lt;/strong&gt; type questions... I really don't know why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion? Pressure? Aaaaarrrggghhh... I don't know! How on Earth am I going to pass Entrance Exams in college if I'm not good at the type of test they're giving~?~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me peepz... I just hope that God would give me the strength to endure the UPCAT on Sunday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... are there any people who's going to take the UPCAT on Sunday, 6:30 am in Economics Building??? I just need someone I know to talk with while waiting along the queue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless to all UPCAT examiners!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P.S. To IV-St.Gertrude... Na-touch ako sa prayer natin kanina!!! I love you gercutes!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109178848758702333?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109178848758702333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109178848758702333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109178848758702333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109178848758702333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/08/multiple-choice-erm-nemesis.html' title='Multiple Choice... erm, Nemesis!'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109173784021713644</id><published>2004-08-06T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T21:23:28.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Stage... On Spotlight...</title><content type='html'>Being on stage is the best! It's my home... my second family... my refuge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the going gets tough for me, I run to my theater family... the DK (Dulaang Kabataan). It serves as my "SPA" wherein I can relax and say, "I love my life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really difficult being a member of theater club. I have to risk some of my top priorities, which is my studies. Rehearsals take so much time of my study periods. However, I'm not bothered so much for I really love what I am doing... being on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never dream about being popular or something. I just want myself to be heard. That's why I really love being a theater actress. I may not be a good performer or something, but I know in my heart... I did what I think I want to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 21, 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith Beneath The Sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cyrano ng Bergerac - Ang Halik ni Roxane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109173784021713644?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109173784021713644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109173784021713644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109173784021713644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109173784021713644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/08/on-stage-on-spotlight.html' title='On Stage... On Spotlight...'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844434.post-109153390744930386</id><published>2004-08-04T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T21:24:03.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Freelancer In Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Myself is not only a mere feeling but also an obvious reality that I exist. I exist for a particular purpose still unknown to me. As an inventor only knows the purpose of his invention, God, our Creator only knows the purpose of His creations. God wants me to look beyond myself and to search for my purpose as a person through God’s wonderful mirror of my inner self. I know myself better than others do for I can actually see the whole outer and inner part of myself. But they can only see my peripheral self unless I share with them some part of my interior self. Perhaps I can assimilate some of other people’s comment on me but the real course of seeing myself is through reflection on my inner self-mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s really hard to look at that mirror since I can see everything about myself - whether they could be awful or brilliant. I’m free but I feel like I wanted to hide from the reality that I have to accept nameless fears. I honestly confess that I hate looking at the mirror for the obvious reason that I don’t like seeing myself even in a picture. So I always bother my friends to ask, “how do I look like?” Hence, almost all of my friends know about it. Perhaps it is my own insecurities that make me fear looking at myself. I do not want other people to abhor me. However, I realized that it’s just a waste of time for them to like me if I am not to be myself. I have to be myself if I want to be liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on earth am I going to see myself if I am afraid to look at the simple mirror, now that I have to look at my complicated mirror of my interior self. I then bought a handy mirror that I can bring wherever I want. I have never felt so good looking at myself since I began to accept whatever I see through that mirror. In the first place, I don’t have to bother my friends in asking, “how do I look like.” I suddenly began to be a worry-free person that I’m no longer conscious if there are any dust or dirt hanging on my face for I can trace for any through that my mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ordinary mirror and its reflection can be put side by side with my personal inner self-mirror and its reflection to myself. Looking through this absolutely helps me justify myself. It gives me an overview of myself, which in part, can help me find God’s purpose for me. In my early days, my world was very little and mostly predictable. With the adulthood, the search for my place in the rapidly expanding by experience and education world became painful and all consuming. Life can be disheartening at times. I guess that’s normal when I become an adult and realize that I have to keep and face the problems the world is ready to hurl at me. These instances make me look back and wish I were a child again. The best thing to do is just take some time off to think about life and get back into perspective. Yet, I became versatile as time goes by. I’ve developed to be a flexible lady who can do almost everything although I am not that good at some things. As I prefer discovering new stuffs and skills, which can build up my personality, I became open-minded about things happening in my life. I consider myself a theorist or perhaps a thinker. I sometimes talk to myself, ask myself questions, and think about answers to weird questions. I once asked myself what makes me, and realized that it was doing the things that I appreciated, the things that give me fulfillment and contentment, the things that make me blissful. My delight is derived from the real things in life, an affectionate family, excellent friends, and a great God. With all this to drive me, life is worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can assertively declare that what everyone can see in me is exactly what I can see on my mirror. I am who I am according to God’s purpose. I can proudly say that I’m no ordinary person. God made me for something good and it is worth seeing on the mirror. I realized that I always wanted to have a sense of equilibrium. It’s not really an instant balance, but at least a notion that things are going normally. That’s why I try to maintain a good relationship with the Lord. It is through Him that I find that equilibrium in my life. I value the time spent with Him each day and it makes me whole.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844434-109153390744930386?l=undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/feeds/109153390744930386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844434&amp;postID=109153390744930386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109153390744930386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844434/posts/default/109153390744930386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undercoverfreelancer.blogspot.com/2004/08/freelancer-in-me.html' title='The Freelancer In Me'/><author><name>freelancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02171346050123038275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v377/chescake117/ALIAS/149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
