<?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-9220826424422691823</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:50:37.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Softly whispered memoirs.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-1617187884209441668</id><published>2008-10-31T02:35:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T04:34:04.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wake Me Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Minsan akala mo nagising kana. Hindi pa pala.&lt;br /&gt;Isa palang bangungot.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag di ka nagsing, ikamamatay mo.&lt;br /&gt;Patay na ba ko? Di kasi ako magising."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so this lines just suddenly popped out of my mind. I don't know why, but that lines describes me. haha. Totally :). And honestly, the title of this blog post, has nothing to do with it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 25, 2008 [Saturday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated &lt;a href="http://born-to-stand-out.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paola's&lt;/a&gt; debut &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Skyline Restaurant in World Trade Center&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I was one of the &lt;em&gt;18 shots&lt;/em&gt; wherein I get to drink a shot for her. And guess what, ANG PAIT NUNG ININOM ko :)), hindi ko ma-describe ung lasa, basta ang sama. Hahaha. Well but before that, the calltime for the 18's [roses, songs, etc.] was 6:30 PM, and I arrived late, &lt;em&gt;verrry late&lt;/em&gt; :)). At aroung 8:00 PM. hahaha. Pero buti na lng, nung pagdating ko, sakto na 18 Shots na ung susunod, so I'm still lucky :D. After the debut, we went to &lt;em&gt;Trader's Hotel&lt;/em&gt; to wait for Paola to change from the &lt;em&gt;"Princess Look"&lt;/em&gt; to a &lt;em&gt;"Party Princess Look".&lt;/em&gt; Yeah, actually just before the debut we were already planning to go to a bar after the celebration and so we did. We went directly to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALCHEMY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Ortigas and from there we had a blast. We partied all night long, and last thing we know it's already 4:00 AM which means time for us to go, bitin pa nga eh, kasi ang papangit nung kantang pinapatugtog, kailangan pa namen maghintay for at least every 10 mins for a good song to come up tapos pinatugtog na nila ung magagandang kanta kung kelan magsasara na sila. Hmph. Talagang nabitin kame, but anyways, we had fun, really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263030579992270434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 448px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/SQoKbYJ1FmI/AAAAAAAAABs/8uda9p8MV1Q/s320/IMG_4753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;From alchemy, we ate our &lt;em&gt;"breakfast"&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Mang Inasal&lt;/strong&gt; [I forgot the name, basta something like this, or baka tama nga ako, haha.] we all ordered Tapsilog, because all of us are craving for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAPA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. While eating, we recognized the sky, umaga na! hahaha. It's already around 5:45 AM, and we were like &lt;em&gt;"whoah",&lt;/em&gt; hindi pa kame natutulog at nagpa-plano pa silang magswimming sa Trader's Hotel, while me, I got to go home, because I'm only allowed until 7:00 AM, grrr. Hindi tuloy ako naka-pagovernyt kasama nila, not to mention it's a HOTEL! Sayang talga, tpos ini-inggit pa nila ko, kasi magsswimming pa sila. Grr tlga, nakakainis kasi mama ko eh, hndi pa ko pinyagan mag overnyt. But on the brighter side, nagsaya naman ako eh, especially when were at the bar. I get to meet him naman eh. I won't spoil anything muna, kasi until now, were just textmates and nothing special is going on pa naman, pero that night at the bar, it's just unforgettable. Like, I don't know who I am when I was partying with him and my friends also. So we parted ways, they all went to Trader's Hotel, while me and Nath, waited for a taxi and finally get home. I arrived home @ around 8:00 AM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263032919972806434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/SQoMjlQqfyI/AAAAAAAAACM/-N6ELcQf2lM/s320/1_813619580l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Krizel, Andrea, Isabel, Jelic, Mae, Joanne, Tanya, Ina, Mariz, Me and Tasha @ &lt;em&gt;Paola's debut AKA Viva Glam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;October 26 to now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As of now, wala talga akong ma-ilagay sa blog ko. As in, totally &lt;strong&gt;WALA.&lt;/strong&gt; I hate vacation, walang magagandang happenings na nangyayare saken pag bakasyon, mas maganda pa pag school days.Kasi pag school days, nakikita ko mga crushes ko, especially si &lt;em&gt;DEE and K&lt;/em&gt;, although I don't have any feelings for &lt;em&gt;K&lt;/em&gt;, I just feel like I need to see that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dumbass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everyday, don't know why, but I feel like na parang special sya sken in some ways at ganun din naman sya saken, though ung pagka-special ko sa kanya nilagyan nya ng ibang meaning. Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just miss all my friends in school, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BIGTIME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Bored na bored na ko dito sa bahay, I don't have anything else to do but to eat, sleep, watch TV, computer, etc. As in, boring talaga. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, later today, me and my highschool friends will hang-out, we're going to watch &lt;strong&gt;HSM3&lt;/strong&gt;.Finally, mapapanood ko na din sya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And thankfully, malapit na ulit magpasukan, I'm excited! :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Till here. Labidos! mmuah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-1617187884209441668?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/1617187884209441668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=1617187884209441668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/1617187884209441668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/1617187884209441668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-wake-me-up.html' title='Just Wake Me Up.'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/SQoKbYJ1FmI/AAAAAAAAABs/8uda9p8MV1Q/s72-c/IMG_4753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-4010964011351561547</id><published>2008-10-24T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:10:58.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS YOU, SO MUCH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"My tears run dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My systems are shutting down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will soon die with my numb heart."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Shin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so, I miss him so badly right now. I haven't seen him on our enrollment day, I guess that was just not my luck. I was actually hoping that I could, somehow see him, just a single glance. But unfortunately, It didn't happened. *sigh* :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last wednesday, October 22, was our schedule for the enrollment of I.T students, yep I'm already enrolled. Nothing happened during that day, t'was just an ordinary day. Yeah, very &lt;i&gt;ordinary&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just this monday I recieved a letter from one of my bestfriends when I was in highschool. Her name's &lt;b&gt;fidez&lt;/b&gt;, she's living in Australia right now, the letter was composed of &lt;b&gt;"BIRTHDAY GREETINGS"&lt;/b&gt; and stuffs like imissyou, etc. I miss her so much. And from the letter, I learned that she was actually reading my blog since then, I was shocked. hahaha. She never told me that she's reading stuffs from here in friendster, ihy. Just kidding XD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While I was surfing the net, I found this video/music of &lt;b&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/b&gt;'s new single entitled &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CRUSH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. The first time I heard it, &lt;i&gt;I WAS STUCKED IN IT&lt;/i&gt;. Like for 4 hours. It was a nice song! You have to hear/watch it. I can relate to the song, really. Especially this lyric:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Do you catch a breathe when I look at you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can actually relate to it. Like, I can live the song. hahaha. And from that song, I am missing &lt;b&gt;DEE&lt;/b&gt; so much more. I wish to see him soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Let it burn, let my feelings burn until my heart won't feel pain any longer."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-4010964011351561547?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/4010964011351561547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=4010964011351561547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/4010964011351561547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/4010964011351561547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-miss-you-so-much.html' title='I MISS YOU, SO MUCH.'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-1399697879989679986</id><published>2008-10-15T03:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:47:56.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This LOVE is taking all of ME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I know it's been a month but please don't get mad at me. I was just busy doing a lot of things. Things that would help me release the stress and pain - [ouch]. Yah know, I'm still not over him. I still, am inlove to him [pity me].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First semester has ended and I got to say, It's &lt;b&gt;BORING&lt;/b&gt;. I'm bored staying here at our house for 1 whole day, what else for 3 weeks? [damn!].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was my birthday last &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;October 11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Not to mention, I'm already 18! Gawd, I'm getting older :((. Btw, I had a blast. Although, there are some friends of mine, who weren't able to come, I still enjoyed it. My highschool friends was there, I miss them so much, even though we always see each other every weekend, I still miss them. hahaha. My college friends was also present. And I was able to introduce my HS and College friends together :D. It was a blast really. My celebration ended at 5:00 a.m [hahahaha]. Not to mention I got &lt;b&gt;drunk&lt;/b&gt; :)).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;i&gt;drunky-ness&lt;/i&gt;. This past few days, I can't help myself from drinking, alcohol of course. I'm not used in drinking alcohol, but I just can't stop it. And because of that, I always get drunk, my friends told me so :)). And thankfully they were there to manage me. The first time I got drunk was because of &lt;strong&gt;Dee&lt;/strong&gt;. The second time, again because of &lt;strong&gt;Dee&lt;/strong&gt;. The third time, because it is my birthday and yet, its still because of &lt;strong&gt;Dee&lt;/strong&gt;. Why does it have to be &lt;strong&gt;Dee&lt;/strong&gt;?! He's taking all of my energy. I hate me. I'm being &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; na :((. Tanga na ako, &lt;em&gt;nagpapakatanga&lt;/em&gt; pa ko sa kanya. I want to let go, but I can't. Something is telling me, not to let go. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't until my last teardrop fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :(.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Ano ba? Ganito ba talaga dapat? Dapat ba lagi ka na lang umiiyak?" - Kevin&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEVIN&lt;/strong&gt; said these words to me. And I got to admit, I'm being so unfair na sa sarili ko, lalo na sa kanya. He's still waiting, and I'm still not giving any answer. I hate me, for real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257100720660046946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/SPT5QItkZGI/AAAAAAAAABU/tfv7rXbCqvU/s320/Goodbye_by_Dark_Scythe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;I can't just possibly say &lt;i&gt;GOODBYE&lt;/i&gt; to him :(.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;All I ever wanted is to be happy, but I never though it would come to&lt;br /&gt;this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-1399697879989679986?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/1399697879989679986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=1399697879989679986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/1399697879989679986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/1399697879989679986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-stupidity-still-reigns.html' title='This LOVE is taking all of ME.'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/SPT5QItkZGI/AAAAAAAAABU/tfv7rXbCqvU/s72-c/Goodbye_by_Dark_Scythe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-8992961468931237485</id><published>2008-09-22T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:58:21.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"How can I possibly forget you, when everywhere I go you're there and everything you do makes me feel that I'm so special. Maybe I was just blinded by my own fantasy and making myself believe that it was meant to be. At least, somehow it was. But it never happened and will never be." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gawd, I'm actually not in the perfect mood to update. After I realized how &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;STUPID&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I was these past few days, believing that there's something magical or maybe even better. But all of it was just &lt;i&gt;"make-believes"&lt;/i&gt;. But I can't undo anything now, damaged has been done and only me can repair it, but when? I just can't find the way to start things on my own. I can't just possibly forget about him eventually. He's on my mind, everyday, even when I don't want to see him, he's there lingering at the very corners of mind. Damn. I hate myself, I just hate &lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-8992961468931237485?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/8992961468931237485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=8992961468931237485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/8992961468931237485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/8992961468931237485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-myself.html' title='I Hate Myself'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-6262479580517021572</id><published>2008-09-14T01:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T03:17:26.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not all good things ends up good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g119/prue028/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4251.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 466px; HEIGHT: 367px" height="432" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g119/prue028/IMG_4251.jpg" width="594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiko, Niq, Jam, Tracy, Denver and Me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;September 12,2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I started the day with a fresh smile and hoping that this day would come out fine and well, good. But unfortunately half of this &lt;b&gt;WHOLE&lt;/b&gt; day was just not perfect at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I came to school around 12:30 P.M because I had a class @ 1-4 P.M and it's actually our final submission of our theses at SAD. Luckily, we finished all the requirements and it all went good. Our professor signed our theses and will schedule for our theses defense. So, all we need to do is just wait for our scheduled defense. During our SAD class, Tracy kept on texting me that they are going to drink at Kaga and actually teasing me that they were with &lt;b&gt;"dee"&lt;/b&gt;. So, I texted her that I might be coming but not sure if I will. But I really wanted to. So after my class, I did. Yeah, I actually did :)). And so I arrived at Kaga. I don't know where to sit, although I saw a space between tracy and dee's seats. And dee offered me the seat beside him, yeah, you guessed it, I sitted beside him. What a bitch :)).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While we were having fun, he talked to me, &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;HE DID&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. For the very first time he did! And I acted normal, of course. He asked me so many things but I still remembered some details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dee: San ka galing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Sa school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dee: Ano ginawa mo dun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: May class kc ako eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dee: Anong subject?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: SAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dee: Kaklase ba nten sya sa SAD (to romerz). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a part of it. I turned my attention to tracy because I can't help myself :)). Until &lt;a href="http://untiedballoons.blogspot.com/"&gt;JAM&lt;/a&gt; came. I finally relaxed myself coz she finally came, with her, I can enjoy more of the bitchy-ness within US :)). The fun continues and dee &lt;u&gt;sang&lt;/u&gt;. Although it's &lt;i&gt;corny&lt;/i&gt; but he sang me a song. &lt;i&gt;Na-corny-han&lt;/i&gt; tlga ko. &lt;b&gt;PROMISE&lt;/b&gt;. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After some time he talked to me again and this really pushed my adrenaline to the highest level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dee: San ka umuuwe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Sa Pasay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dee: Pasay!? (pasigaw pa c gago)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Oo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dee: Kala ko sa paranaque ka. Eh, ano sasakyan mo pauwe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: LRT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dee: Sabay kna lng saken, mag FX nlng tau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Tingnan ko pa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dee: Sige na, wla akong kasabay eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Bahala na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dee: (to our &lt;i&gt;"ka-inumans"&lt;/i&gt;) Oh, sabay na kame ni neil uuwi ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really excites me. As if its one heck of a day for me, but unfortunately t'was not. It was around 7:00 in the evening during that same time, I told him I got to go, he refused and said that it's too early and we're gonna have 1 set of beers pa. I refused to drink anymore but I stayed there with Tracy. Me and Tracy are the only one who's left there. Jam, Aiko and Norfel already left. So I asked him again kung cno pa hinihintay namen, he said &lt;i&gt;"Ka TROPA ko"&lt;/i&gt;. After some time at exactly 7:30, he went out, and when he came back, he was with this GIRL [I still don't know if it was his girlfriend or ka-fling, sabi kc ng classmate ko ndi nya daw GF un eh]. So, he changed his seat, He and his girl seated right after romerz seat. And there I almost bent out my knees. Thanks to Tracy, napigilan ko. I acted like I don't see anything, and I tried to laugh with the best that I can with Tracy, but yeah, Romers saw my &lt;s&gt;tears&lt;/s&gt; fall as I hid them :)). hahahaha, silly me, caught up crying. Romers and Tracy comforted me and they both acted like nothing was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all ends up, me going home alone and everything just went crazy. I guess he was just drunk after all. It was just a &lt;i&gt;"make-believe's&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So good to be true&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; :) and it breaks me, &lt;b&gt;BIG TIME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;September 13, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today. Had my practice at Letran Jazz Endanza. After that, me and my friends went to Kaga [again], but this time I did not drink. I'm not a drinker yah know. Okay, I was thinking of something this day that I couldn't get out my mind. It was about what happened yesterday. Yeah. Roxette and me, had a great talk about &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;. I understand her point of view about my situation and I'm glad I got a &lt;u&gt;friend&lt;/u&gt; like her. She doesn't want me to end up getting hurt. So I'm trying to take her advice, hope I can. The drinking session of theirs end up at 6:00 P.M, we all went to 7-11 to have some dinner[?], snacks[?], perfumes[?], etc. And part ways at LRT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S [Happy 1st Monthsary Jam and Justine. mmmmmuah!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-6262479580517021572?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/6262479580517021572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=6262479580517021572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/6262479580517021572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/6262479580517021572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-all-good-things-ends-up-good.html' title='Not all good things ends up good.'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-2655299537684809691</id><published>2008-09-07T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:35:46.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for the drama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The best thing about love is that it makes you feel that somehow you are free to explore your world and do whatever you want to, whether it's good or bad, the feeling is just indescribable. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched &lt;b&gt;Camp Rock&lt;/b&gt; and really, I wasn't satisfied with the movie. I mean, the movie is very predictable and childish[?] - (sorry camp rock fans), but it is. But what I like about the whole movie is that the flow of the story is good and very consistent. I like Demi Lovato who played Mitchie, she's good although I pretty think that she over-acted while singing the the last song "This is Me" with Joe Jonas playing Shane Gray. But the main reason I watched it is because of the &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;Jonas Brothers, hahahaha. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is sunday and I should be getting ready to go to sleep but unfortunately I can't. I have this "insomnia" thing yah know :). I have nothing in particular to post right now, I just felt like updating and that's not a bad thing isn't it? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my paperworks or those &lt;b&gt;THESIS&lt;/b&gt; things which I need to pass before friday and it tore my whole brain apart! - gawd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually thinking about buying a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Purity Ring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, nothing, I just felt like I want to buy one :)). But for some reason, I still am a kid, and still fresh, so why not? I'm definitely gonna buy one, maybe this week, when I got the chance to hang-out, I will. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-2655299537684809691?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/2655299537684809691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=2655299537684809691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/2655299537684809691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/2655299537684809691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-much-for-drama.html' title='So much for the drama.'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-1866943369784925647</id><published>2008-09-06T16:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:42:35.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to say and What to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g119/prue028/?action=view&amp;amp;current=moments2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 445px; HEIGHT: 401px" height="400" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g119/prue028/moments2.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥I Love Them♥&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me, Dana, Tasha, and Mae&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken last thursday, September 4, 2008 @ KAGA, Intramuros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't know what I should post. I just realized that I wasn't posting any updates :)). Anyways, last thursday, me and my friends decided to have a "good time" for old times sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, nag-inuman nga kame, haha. It became one of my unforgettable days, because it was fun, gross and funny at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, at our first set of beers, nahilo agad ako [kasi nmn, hindi ako sanay uminom], and on our second set, I gave up. But they still continued up to the 3rd set. Dana got drunk and she vomitted, yuck :)). After drinking and having a "good-time" and since Dana is drunk, we decided to stay at Tasha's place to spend time and for dana to relax. It took me 4 hours waiting for dana to be on herself again and we got home at almost 12:30 a.m. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny because, &lt;b&gt;KEVIN&lt;/b&gt; [I mentioned about him in my previous post before], was getting mad at me, without no reason. I think it's because I was drinking alcohol, so what? what does he care? He keeps on texting me for about 33 messages and a total of 16 missed calls :)). hahahaha, and me having no reply's at all. Until yesterday came, we ate at MAX's Restaurant at SM Manila, and he told me about the other day and why was I not replying with all of his texts and calls. I said, I forgot my phone at our house and ka-boom! I was caught in my silly lie, I forgot that I texted him later that day during our break. oh~oh~oh. hahahaha. And after that, he smiled and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Kevin: Hindi mo naman kc kailangan magsinungaling eh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh kasi eh, ang&lt;br /&gt;gulo mo.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Ako pa magulo, ikaw kaya. Tatanungin ko lng nmn kc sayo&lt;br /&gt;kagabi na&lt;br /&gt;kung pwede ka ngaun, pero ndi ka nagreply.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ganun, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Ok lng, ayoko nmang agawin ka sa mga kaibigan mo eh. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I stopped talking and began to think deeply. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mali ba ginawa ko?" This question keeps running on my mind for that whole day. arrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished eating, we stroll for a little bit, and he was asking me if I want to watch a movie, but too bad I had a next class at 1 PM. So we went back to school and part ways. AGAIN, he smiled at me when he waves his goodbye to me. DAMN! Why does he keeps on smiling everytime I'm with him! It just makes me go crazy all over him :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning, he was trying to call me, but unfortunately I was sleeping deeply that I wasn't able to hear any of his calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I trying to make him feel bad or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk-tsk-tsk, nananadya na ata ako eh. Sana lng, wag nyang isipin un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!♥ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/SMJPE4ePGEI/AAAAAAAAABE/iu9k1p8Q3xM/s1600-h/IMG_4082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242839861509953602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/SMJPE4ePGEI/AAAAAAAAABE/iu9k1p8Q3xM/s320/IMG_4082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dana and Nath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was the one who shot this photo. I just love them both. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-1866943369784925647?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/1866943369784925647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=1866943369784925647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/1866943369784925647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/1866943369784925647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-to-say-and-what-to-do.html' title='What to say and What to do.'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/SMJPE4ePGEI/AAAAAAAAABE/iu9k1p8Q3xM/s72-c/IMG_4082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-889140712105621151</id><published>2008-08-19T17:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:41:35.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥Lovely Day♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I went home so early from school today because I got bored and there was nothing left to do at school anymore. But what happened today was really unexpected. Dunno how it happened but it made my day complete :). Okay, so here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: There are two persons involved in my little "FANTASY" tale so I'll just divide it into two parts. Okay? - - Wag ng umangal, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first subject for today was Psychology and it started @ 11:30 P.M, the class was so boring that I wanted to sleep but I can't. We already got the score of our midterm exams and unfortunately I failed the exam, the exam was 84 Points overall, and I only got 48, the passing score was 50. How's that? hindi pa ginawang 50 ung score ko. Anyways, after we got our midterm exam scores, our professor started the lesson, which is chapter 4. During the lecture, I was focused on listening to my prof, and then suddenly, Tasha, told me that 'Dee' (lets give a codename for him.) was calling me but I did not believed it at first, coz why should he? :)). and then, Justine (which is now the fiance of &lt;a href="http://untiedballoons.blogspot.com"&gt;Jam&lt;/a&gt;  gratz betch!) called me, and surprisingly, Justine was holding the head of "Dee" looking at me! But I suddenly looked at the other way around. hahahaha, landi ko noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was just the first part of the first story, after our psychology class, we continued to our next class, and fortunately, 'Dee' is also there coz he's still my classmate at our next subject. We just recieved our midterm grades on our next subject and then, my "FANTASY LOVE AFFAIR" continued. Of course it would not have happened without the craziness of my classmates. First theres Justine, who won't stop on calling 'dee' as his "twin" and calling him to sit beside him, which is very close to my seat :)). Then theres tasha and tracy, who is obviously, calling 'dee' and will suddenly point their fingers on me. And lastly, the whole class, especially the professor got involved, why? They were gathering at the professors table because they are talking about the lowest grades, and I was left alone at my seat coz, I got a higher grade (hehe). So, I approach them and joined their conversation. Then, I accidentally looked at 'dee' and angelo noticed that I was looking at 'dee' then he shouted about it. From there, I don't know what to do but laugh, BUT thanks again to Justine, he introduced 'dee' to me (yeah, we don't know each other yet, but I do know about him already.) and 'dee' smiled and said "HI, neil." GAWD! My butterflies in my stomach are flying!! Thanks to my classmates! :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one happened when I was just about to go home and this one REALLY completed my day. This guy(I don't know his name), I always see him in the catwalk and we once sitted at the same bench. I got to admit, I got attracted so easily by his eyes (because we ALWAYS had an eye-contact everytime I see him). Then, this afternoon, I saw him with my friends taking up Management. I didn't know that he also knew those friends of mine. My friends talked to me and they were so close at my face, I don't know what's going on but, they said that, this guy wanted to know who I was. and I laughed because its unbelievable :)). But, one of my friends, pulled his hand and moved him close to my side. From there I acted like there was nothing going on, like "WHO-THE-FUCK Are You?" :)). Then, my friends introduced me to him, his name was Kevin 1st Year College, freshmam of course. Then we shaked our hands (his hand was so SMOOTH!!), At ang isa kong classmate, wlang pakundangang hinawakan ang kamay nameng dlawa while we were shaking our hands, at inutusan c Kevin na ihatid ako hanggang underpass! nakakahiya man aminin pero hinatid nya nga ako hanggang underpass, humanda ka saken Tin. On the way to the underpass, my co-jazz members saw us, and UNEXPECTEDLY they also knew kevin! What a small world, and they shouted, GO KEVIN GO! (what's that supposed to mean?). And all we did was just to smile, heller, we only knew each other a while ago. So, nasa underpass na kame, and he had to leave me, kc hanggang dun lng ung cnabi ng friend ko at hanggang dun lng ako pumayag. So, I said thanks and nice meeting him, he also said the same way. and while I was going down the stairs, he called me and then waved his hands SMILING and said "See You sa catwalk bukas ha.". OMG!!! It really took my breath away, I just bowed my head and continued walking with a smile on my face! At sinabi ko sa sarili ko na "Wag kang ganyan, baka ma-inlove ako sayo!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM I A BITCH OR WHAT?? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bading na bading na tong post ko, nakakadiri na siguro sa inyo. hahhaha, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana, ganto ulit kaganda ang mangyare saken bukas, or sana, mas maganda pa. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! ♥ &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/9220826424422691823-889140712105621151?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/889140712105621151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=889140712105621151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/889140712105621151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/889140712105621151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/08/lovely-day.html' title='♥Lovely Day♥'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-5759960076356873635</id><published>2008-08-10T02:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T04:07:04.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess It's Time We Let Go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;So Let's Have One Last Kiss&lt;br /&gt;One Last Touch&lt;br /&gt;One Last Tender Moment between us&lt;br /&gt;One Last Dance, to Our First Song, while pretending there's nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Let's lay here for a while, and cherish every moment were in denial.&lt;br /&gt;We both know, It's better if we just LET IT GO.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That phrase of the song &lt;b&gt;"Let it Go"&lt;/b&gt; really hits home. I know now how it feels to be left alone, when the one you truly love tells you that it's over and without saying any reasons why. I hate this feeling. This feeling of being lonely, why, why do YOU have to let go? It really piss' me off. Especially when you let me hear this song on our last and final conversation, you know how it hurts so much. I know you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say it's gonna be okay, you say we can make things go well, you say we can overcome things that come between us. But hell, we didn't made it, because you gave up, you gave up on me, you gave up on everything. I did not mind the people around us because you said they don't give a damn on us, but what you did was exactly ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need was just an explanation, I never knew what was really your reason why you ended up saying&lt;br /&gt;"We're Over" when I doesn't even know the reason why! I know there's something going up in your mind, but allow me to enter it just like you allowed me to enter your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I don't know now where to go. Because I'm lost, really really lost. And only you can find me back AGAIN. I'll wait, and I won't stop waiting. The tears I cried in front of you was nothing compared from the moment we confessed our feelings to each other. The place where we broke our ties with each other was nothing compare to the place where we met. Because I know, you didn't wanna end us up like this. It's very awkward for us to end up like this, coz we fought for this. I know you'll be back again, I know it. I'll wait, just like what you did for me. And that's a PROMISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for you. I know there'll be a time that you'll read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;I miss blogging so much. I've been through a lot -- though I might not show it, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what matters most is that I'm back. I changed my layout and everything but one thing's not changed, and that is I'm still addicted to TOMA, I miss him so much! But now that I'm back, I'll be able to get some updates bout him again, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, till next post. :)&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-5759960076356873635?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/5759960076356873635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=5759960076356873635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/5759960076356873635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/5759960076356873635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/08/guess-its-time-we-let-go.html' title='Guess It&apos;s Time We Let Go.'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-6967856723074552428</id><published>2008-07-09T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:45:23.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOOOOOONG&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; since I last updated my blog. It's been a month. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you guys are craving and are going crazy. I hope you didn't deleted me in your links :.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I wasn't able to update is because of school works. School's like hell - yeah it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if the class was suspended because of the storm, I still can't find myself updating because there's so many works that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy, also because of my organization. I was tasked to choreograph one song and I did. It took me 2 weeks to finish the steps. &lt;b&gt;HELL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Studies + Organization = I'm Busy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I need to finish our &lt;b&gt;System Proposal&lt;/b&gt; by the end of the semester, if not, I don't know what's gonna happen to me. So I will really be busy for the whole semester and that is really annoying :((.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I don't have much to say. I just want to let you know guys, that I'm not going to stop blogging. It's just that I won't be able to update for at least 2-6 days. Hope you understand. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry if, some of you (I think) are frustrated if you don't get to read because - - - obviously there is &lt;s&gt;nothing&lt;/s&gt; to read. : sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to post in my blog, but for now, I just can't find the right time when, because sometimes my schedule is so tied up that I can't even open my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PS - I miss him. &lt;b&gt;♥TOMA♥&lt;/b&gt; I miss him so much :((. Please give me some updates bout him. If you want. I would really appreciate it if you do. If not, that's okay too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-6967856723074552428?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/6967856723074552428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=6967856723074552428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/6967856723074552428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/6967856723074552428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back.'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-5532823318283274426</id><published>2008-06-12T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:51:03.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, first day of class starts at June 10. and I have to admit it was exciting for me to go to school and there are many reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I say anything [with no sense at all] let me start my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class starts at 11:30 a.m but I was in school at 9:00 a.m [see, that's how excited I am]. No, I was there at 9:00 a.m because I was required to go there early because we're going to prepare for our performance at two halls in our school, one was at Mabini Hall and the other one at St. Thomas Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I roam around in and out of the campus, I saw someone unexpected. I saw my &lt;b&gt;ULTIMATE CRUSH&lt;/b&gt; when I was still in highschool [yeah, I was his senior and he's also one of my friends, but that was &lt;b&gt;WHEN&lt;/b&gt; I was still in highschool]. I saw him at 7/11 just beside our school, at first I did not recognized him, just before I entered the store he called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolo: Hui, botards [yuck, that's what they call me when I was still in highschool]&lt;br /&gt;Me: *shocked* [yeah, I didn't say anything coz I'm &lt;b&gt;SHOCKED!&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Jolo: oh, bat wla kang masabi.&lt;br /&gt;Me: dito ka pala, anong course? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jolo: Psychology.....&lt;br /&gt;[blah blah blah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's with his friends, and I also know his friends coz I'm their &lt;b&gt;SENIOR&lt;/b&gt; :)). Obviously we talked so long, for about 30 minutes, and we're just standing at 7/11! Damn, he didn't even offered me if we would like to sit [he's really something. XD].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I met Jolo my friend in highschool. And after that I went to Anda Gym to practice for our dance later. And after that, we changed to our costumes and then went to school for our "Most-Awaited" Performance. And so, at 1-2 pm we performed at both halls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I changed back to my uniform coz I had a class but unfortunately I didn't attend my class :)) [my reason was, "It's first day nmn e"] hahaha.  and so, Nathaniel and I fetched his cousin &lt;b&gt;Mike&lt;/b&gt; at SM Manila. Mike is an upcoming first year at Letran too and his taking Digital Arts. After we fetched him at SM Manila, we met up with Tasha and Danah at the catwalk, after that, we all decided to go out and go somewhere else [we just walked here and there and then nothing] but I'm glad to be with Mike! hahaha. I can't spill the beans for now :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So after that, we went back to school. and Me and Tasha, saw &lt;a href=""&gt;Jam&lt;/a&gt; alone, she was about to go home when we called her. Seeing her with a "FAKE" smile [yeah, I can feel her sadness] makes me and Tasha feel bad for her :(. Jam, if you're reading this, I LOVE YOU! :). It's because of her FUCKING schedule! hmph. But I know she can make it. We'll still see each other around school and we had our contacts with each other so it's no worries, but still.... huhuhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, my first day in school was filled with Mixed Emotions. Seeing my crush, beeing with someone, and seeing my friend in sadness :(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just hope that in the next school days, all will be just &lt;b&gt;FINE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, it's time for me to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ciao! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-5532823318283274426?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/5532823318283274426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=5532823318283274426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/5532823318283274426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/5532823318283274426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/06/mixed.html' title='Mixed.'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-994575621253544889</id><published>2008-06-06T23:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:39:46.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Updates :).</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey, sorry for the late updates :). Just get used to it, because sometimes I really get lazy in making updates. Sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway this past two weeks was &lt;b&gt;AMAZING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May 29,2008 [Mae's Debut]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nothing much to say about her debut but what's amazing was after her debut. Yeah, we all went to Dolce at Tomas Morato in Quezon after the celebration. And we all had fun, and not to tell you that that night I was &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;BROKE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; [yeah BROKE] I don't have any money for GIMIK because I wasn't aware that we are going to have a NIGHT PARTY at Dolce and the entrance fee was P200 but it's Thursday and it was Ladies Night so the ladies are free to enter without paying the Entrance Fee. So, Ina lend me P200 and so I'm in! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g119/prue028/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2934.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g119/prue028/IMG_2934.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Andrea, Me, Ina, Tasha, Danah and Biron&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May 30,2008 [The Click Five @ the Araneta Coliseum] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, it was fun but annoying at some point. Annoying because, one of my companions left the &lt;b&gt;BANNER&lt;/b&gt; that I made for them, the &lt;b&gt;DIGICAM&lt;/b&gt; at the car!! grrrrrrrrrr!! So, obviously I don't have any pictures of them. It was fun because I saw them much close [yeah SO CLOSE] because were sitting at the VIP section of the concert. But it would be much better if I got pictures of them. I hate you, I really really hate you. :[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May 31,2008 [Aiko's Debut] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;See &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/untiedballoons.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jam's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; page for the details about her debut. :) I did some crazy stuffs at aiko's debut. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;June 4,2008 [Letran Jazz Endanza's Pictorial] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, we did our Pictorial for the coming school year last wednesday at Intramuros. The color theme of our clothes [also the clothes that we're going to use at "Binyag Arriba"] are Violet. &lt;s&gt;Violet&lt;/s&gt; sucks :)). Here are some pictures on our pictorial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g119/prue028/IMG_3078.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g119/prue028/IMG_3075.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g119/prue028/IMG_3069.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g119/prue028/IMG_3074.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;We're &lt;b&gt;HOT&lt;/b&gt; isn't it? :))&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Im'ma FLY now. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Till next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-994575621253544889?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/994575621253544889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=994575621253544889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/994575621253544889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/994575621253544889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-for-updates.html' title='Time for Updates :).'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-6894785554045199013</id><published>2008-05-29T01:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T02:27:44.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Killing the Boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, as you can see, I changed my layout [because I'm bored and I got nothing to do]. I found this layout on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Blogskins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and I was actually looking for a layout of Ikuta Toma or Yamapi but too bad I didn't found any nicer skins there. So, I made myself up for 5 choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;2. Channing Tatum&lt;br /&gt;3. Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;4. The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;5. The Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and obviously, I decided to go for The Jonas Brothers. I might change it for Jesse McCartney [I don't know, I'm still making up my mind.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The layout was nice, I liked it coz of &lt;b&gt;Joe&lt;/b&gt; [the one with the camera] he's so cuute! :)). But before I ended up with this layout, I made some major changes on it [yeah, I edited some of it's codes] and it was damn hard. It took me 3 hours to end it up like this plus it can only be viewed nicer with Internet Explorer V7 [I don't know why but I tried everything I could :(]. Also, if you noticed anything missing from my previous layout &lt;b&gt;PLEASE&lt;/b&gt; let me know :) and if there's still something wrong [because sometimes it looks different on other computers] &lt;b&gt;PLEASE&lt;/b&gt; let me know, &lt;b&gt;ASAP&lt;/b&gt; :) hehe, thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, later at 7 pm [yeah, later, coz it's already 2:30 in the morning so that means it is already May 29 today] will be Maes debut, and I'm so damn ready. I prepared everything. My Tuxedo, my newly bought shoe [I like my shoe!], my newly bought watch [everything is just so new!], and my Dad [yeah, I prepared my Dad, he will be escorting me to the venue, ooooh, I feel like I'm a GIRL!] hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and someone texted me again but this time I don't know who she/he is. Hmmm, looks like someone wants to play cat and mouse with me huh?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Toma, I miss his eyes, I miss his smile, I miss EVERYTHING bout him. I want to watch his new drama immediately! Oh, my Toma. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMAAAAA! [hmph, I'm going crazy!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-6894785554045199013?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/6894785554045199013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=6894785554045199013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/6894785554045199013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/6894785554045199013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-killing-boredom.html' title='Just Killing the Boredom.'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-6054932844853911994</id><published>2008-05-28T14:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:57:22.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Weird, Very Weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, it's been 1/2 week since I last updated my blog [honestly, I don't feel like updating my blog. For some reason I don't know. WTF!]. And since, &lt;a href="http://untiedballoons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jam&lt;/a&gt; is demanding for an update, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For this past week, many things [I mean &lt;b&gt;MANY&lt;/b&gt;] happened in my &lt;b&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/b&gt; life. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May 19,2008 [Monday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Weird stuffs begin to happen. First, my &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;EX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; started texting me and my reaction was nothing but [&lt;b&gt;HOW THE F*** DID YOU GET MY NUMBER!&lt;/b&gt;]. Yeah, I was so frustrated to the point that I wanted to throw away my cellphone. I don't want to spill any more details on this one, coz I'm not ready yet. Maybe some other time. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May 21,2008 [Wednesday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, frustrating events came. First, David Cook won the "American Idol" title [I WANT ARCHULETA!], but It's okay for me now :)). Second, the &lt;b&gt;GF&lt;/b&gt; of my &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;EX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; texted me! Now, that is really &lt;b&gt;FRUSTRATING!&lt;/b&gt;. Here's what that witch said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Witch: Ikaw ba si Patrick?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, you are?&lt;br /&gt;Witch: Nick's gf.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok. [that's the only reply that I sent to her].&lt;br /&gt;Witch: Pwede bang wag mo na syang i-txt? Wag mo na kaming sirain, wla nmn&lt;br /&gt;kaming gngwa sau e. Kung ndi mo sya titigilan ako na mismo magpapatahimik sau.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ahh ok. Stop playing games with me loves. Alam mo kung cno ang nanggu2lo sating tatlo. Papatahimikin mo ko? Eh kung ikaw kaya patahimikin ko? Saturday, 7 PM @ Aurora Street, bring anyone you want I don't care. Also bring Nick the ASSHOLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After that, I didn't recieved any replies from her. [Maybe she got scared]. They know me well, even Nick. I won't back off from a fight. [Ang TARAY!] hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;F*** the both of them. I don't know what they're talking about, Nick's the one who texted me first, and then after that &lt;b&gt;I NEVER&lt;/b&gt; replied back. grrrrr, If I saw them both, I would crush the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May 22,2008 [Thursday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The girl, texted me saying she's sorry and she even told me that they already broke up [SEE, that's what they get from playing games with me]. I didn't replied back to any of her messages [why should I?].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May 23,2008 [Friday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My cousin Ten-Ten, visited me at our house along with his father. It's been long since we saw each other. We bonded for the whole day along with our other cousin Kim [actually Kim lives only beside our house]. Then, when Ten-Ten and his father was about to go home, me and Kim decided to sleep at their house and so we did :)). Along the road, we slept [yeah we did]. And so we finally arrived. They got 2 dogs [beauty and ascil], me and kims favorite was beauty because It was our first visit and beauty barked at us [we we're scared of beauty for our stay there]. I admit I'm scared of dogs but beauty is different, she was more scarier. grr. There are a lot of things that we did at their house [yeah, a LOT]. And I don't want to tell all of it [I'm tired] hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May 25, 2008 [Sunday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mae! Its her 18th birthday, but the celebration will be on May 29. I'm so excited. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May 26,2008 [Monday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just said that the celebration of Maes debut will be on May 29 and that will be on thursday. I got so many problems dealing her debut. First, I don't have any Black Tuxedos [I only have a white one] although it's okay to wear a white tuxedo on her debut, but Ina [friend of mine also a friend of Mae] realized that I would look like Elvis Presley on that outfit and that I would be a "scene-stealer" when I wore that [and besides, I wore that white tuxedo so many times]. So, I tried and tried to find a black tuxedo but too bad I didn't found any. If I'm going to buy one, it would cost me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This day was a pain in the head, especially to my mom. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May 28,2008 [TODAY]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I finally found a black tuxedo, but It's for rent though and it costs P 350.00 [yeah yeah, it was very pricey] but still I got my black tuxedo and that means I can go to Maes debut. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tomorrow will be the celebration of Maes birthday but I still don't know how to get to the venue. I just hope that I can get there in time, if not, I don't know, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Also today, my mom and I are going buy school supplies already. And also I'm going to buy a new shoe! yaaay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PS - On May 31 will be Aikos Debut. I still haven't decided yet what to wear, because it should be an Hawaiian Theme, so... [should I wear a two-piece?] hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Click Five on May 30th, yaaaay! Im super EXCITED! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-6054932844853911994?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/6054932844853911994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=6054932844853911994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/6054932844853911994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/6054932844853911994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-weird-very-weird.html' title='So Weird, Very Weird.'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-2120405966566749509</id><published>2008-05-17T02:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T03:36:10.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget About it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Must I be thinking about it or Should I just let it go?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; keep on thinking about this on my mind this past week, and I just can't figure out what to do. Let me ask you one question, Would you rather risk your pride for something that is precious to you? For something that you know you've been wanting to for so long. These things keeps on popping out of my head every time I think about it. And I'm sick and tired of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, enough of the drama.  Just like what he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Shin, don't think about it. What's important is you're standing strong. Just ignore what he said."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok, that statement of his made me feel that I'm not the only one that I have friends by my side and it makes me feel better. So I should just forget about it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I finally saw the new single of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jesse McCartney&lt;/span&gt; which is entitled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leaving&lt;/span&gt; and I got to say, his haircut made him look like a 12 year old boy :)). And the girl in the video is very lucky. And the album's are out now so I should buy one maybe this week or next week and the album is entitled&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Departure"&lt;/span&gt;. I got J'macs 2 previous album &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Beautiful Soul"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Right Where You Want Me"&lt;/span&gt; and I've been waiting for the 3rd album to come out. So I really should buy it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last Sunday was mother's day right and I posted last Sunday on my blog that we're going out to celebrate it and we did. I got some pictures on my computer and I edited some of it in Photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/SC3YyYBl5oI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5kuFZfW1JlI/s1600-h/Wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 278px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/SC3YyYBl5oI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5kuFZfW1JlI/s320/Wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201051504636978818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                                                                                                                               How I wish my sister was here. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Last Tuesday, I attended the debut of my childhood friend Nikki and I was one of the 18 treasures and I did the cotillion thingy and my partner was Joey. I stepped on her foot for many times and we only keep on laughing during the whole cotillion! :)). Nikki's debut was fun but there's not much to say bout what happened in the debut. Oh, I was the only one who's wearing a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Amerikana&lt;/span&gt; and almost all of the visitors were looking at me because I'm the only one that's different from the others. I mean, all of the boys are wearing black but me, hahaha! I told Nikki about it and her mom kept on laughing and her mom said that I'm an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eye Catcher&lt;/span&gt; (thanks auntie!). Well, that's me, I want to be different and I told Nikki and her mom bout what I'm going to wear before so there's no problem about it because they agreed. And besides Nikki is one of my closest friend since 6 years old. I love her - as a very special friend. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And Wednesday, me and my friends slept at the house of Jester. And their house was not just an ordinary house, It was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANSION!&lt;/span&gt;. His parent's are nice to let us stay at their house for 1 night and they didn't even cared bout the noise that we're making. Our favorite place in their house was the Entertainment Room, there we sang and we even drink some of the wines there and we got to jam with Jesters Father - yeah, he was the bartender at the party hahaha. But really, his father was so nice that he even led some snacks for us and he even asked us if we want to swim at their pool but too bad we don't have some clothes with us that time so we decided that we will come back there next time :). We stayed up all night, until each one of us fell asleep. We slept at Jester's room - his room was so big. I slept beside angelie and jester (jester was on the top of my head - were head to head.) and I can't sleep because of Andrew, that bitch keeps on cracking jokes that keeps everyone alive and I was very sleepy because it was really late. Oh, Andrew I want to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KICK &lt;/span&gt;you out of the room that night! But still, that night was fun and it is a night to remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I finally got Adobe Photoshop CS3 and it was suuuper!. But I'm still learning some of it's new features though. And I edited my wallpaper in friendster with CS3 and also the picture above. Hmmm, there's no change after all instead of it's new features like Refine Edge, The new enhanced Black and White Image, the Count tool, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now, speaking of debuts, this month  I have to attend 3 debuts one was Nikki's debut, one on Mae's debut on May 29 and the last one on Aiko's debut on May 31. Whew, and I need their invitation cards for me to be able to go their debuts. I hope I can get one. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Got to go, because it's really late, It is 3:30 in the morning and I'm still up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I need some sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ciao. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-2120405966566749509?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/2120405966566749509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=2120405966566749509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/2120405966566749509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/2120405966566749509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/forget-about-it.html' title='Forget About it.'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/SC3YyYBl5oI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5kuFZfW1JlI/s72-c/Wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-8292997030673454608</id><published>2008-05-11T15:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:03:58.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a while eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I'm really excited to go to school already, wanna know why? It's because I found out that my &lt;b&gt;Crush&lt;/b&gt; will be studying at our school! Yes. hahaha, though we don't have the same course but still that's the chance for me!. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, while surfing the net and everything, I found out that Ikuta Toma will be having a new drama and It's a Remake of a Korean drama "Maou".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/3848/doramazb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This drama is a remake of the popular suspense drama &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/The_Devil" title="The Devil"&gt;The Devil&lt;/a&gt; that was aired in Korea last year. Ohno Satoshi will be playing the role of a two-faced lawyer, one of which is a kind hearted soul and the other who is plotting revenge, using his brilliant mind, on the person who killed his relative. On the other hand, Ikuta Toma will play the double lead role of the man, who has become a detective due to his dark past, who is pursuing the mysterious series of murders and fighting against the devil (maou).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohnlo Satoshi is a member of the popular J-Pop band "ARASHI".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Filming of this much awaited drama (by me of course) will be at the end of the month of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get rid of this drama as soon as possible!. haha, It's a MUST!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder What will Toma look like in a Suspense Drama?. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today is Mothers Day, I want to greet ALL YOUR MOTHERS A HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, my family and I will go out to celebrate Mothers Day and I don't know where we're going, haha. But It's fun going out with your OWN family right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh almost forgot, Does anyone know who will be playing the roles of F4 in the Korean Remake of Meteor Garden? I was actually hoping that Rain would be a part of this remake haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-8292997030673454608?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/8292997030673454608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=8292997030673454608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/8292997030673454608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/8292997030673454608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day!'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-6924807119350030019</id><published>2008-05-05T01:50:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T03:32:11.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey Hey Hey.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to start all the blabbing, I want you to know that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ikuta Toma&lt;/b&gt; recieved the "Best Supporting Actor Award" from Nikkei Sports 2007 Drama Awards, Yay for Toma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have happened these past days or week rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I found many pictures of  Toma and Yamapi on the net and it's all thanks to those "portals" on my blog that I got these pictures -- these are just some of the pictures some are saved on my PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/8341/6y2ovdvz9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Now tell me, they are cute together right?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Credits to Ikuta Toma Daily.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your wondering who's Yamapi is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is Tomohisa Yamashita. He's the "Best Friend" of Toma and their like "lovers" as I see it coz of their &lt;b&gt;sweetness&lt;/b&gt; with each other! haha..  They have been friends ever since they were 11 years old. And they worked together at Johnny's Entertainment. And coz of their closeness with each other many fans dubbed their names as "TOMAPI" in which is the name of my blog site. hahaha! well, if yah want to know more about them just search the net, And I know that when you read every articles about them, You're gonna wonder "Are they really friends or what?" hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finished watching Hachikuro (Honey and Clover) and the whole series was good but HanaKimi is much better. Hachikuro is more like a Drama and when you watched it I know you will cry in some part of the series there. Hachikuro is a story of 5 Art students (3 boys and 2 girls) and it tackles the essence of love, friendship, courage, fate and trust. Although in the story there aren't any characters who got together because one character is in love with the another but the other is in love with an another character (get what I mean?). Also it shows hardships on the story because as some of them graduated and is looking for a job they encountered so many trials -- especially Takemoto (played by Ikuta Toma). Well, I guess you better watch this. I hate the ending though coz I almost cried because Toma was crying while eating the sandwich that Hanagumi gave her. huhuhu.. poor Takemoto :'(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img370.imageshack.us/img370/306/800pxhachimutsutocloverkk3.jpg" border="0" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good news, I got my ticket for The Click Five Concert here in Manila on May 30 at the Araneta Coliseum! And I was shocked at first because I didn't expected that I will be having a ticket for their concert but I got one and it's all thanks to my friend. Thanks! :), I can't wait for May 30 to come the last time I saw the Click Five was last October and it was my birthday! It was like the best gift ever. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, oh, vacation is almost over and not to mention on May 6 will be our enrollment day. Time flies so fast isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it really is and I have to say bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao &lt;3. &lt;br /&gt;PS - I'm going to change my layout soon and this time I will feature Toma and Yamapi            together. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;PPS - I got 3 new Mangas from my sister. The package box was so heavy because of my          Mangas not to mention that all of the chapters of each Mangas are complete so         &lt;b&gt;IMAGINE&lt;/b&gt; how many books are there in each manga. hahah! Thx sister!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-6924807119350030019?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/6924807119350030019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=6924807119350030019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/6924807119350030019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/6924807119350030019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-time.html' title='Long Time.'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-3948375557546593082</id><published>2008-04-24T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:22:39.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Somewhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yay! Changed my layout again! And this time I'm the one who did this layout -- (whew! It took me almost 5 hours to finish this one) and that's what I called hardwork! CONGRATULATIONS FOR ME! -- I'm also lovin' my layout to heaven! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I'm really off to somewhere. I have to go to our school's gym (Letran) to have my training -- you know the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Letran Jazz Endanza"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; group (yeah I'm a part of it and I'm loving it.) and it will be an another tiring day for me. The calltime was 10:00 a.m but look it's already past 10 o'clock and I'm still not there yet! haha. I just don't feel like coming early today -- [I wonder why].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's about to end. Almost 1 month left and it's school time again! I can't wait [although there are some problems to deal with -- like the shifting issue, transferring to another school, etc. and GOD! I can't take it!] but nonetheless I'm still excited coz I will see all my beloved friends again! [huh? beloved? -- haha! just kidding!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. That is all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to bee somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAWAII!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-3948375557546593082?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/3948375557546593082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=3948375557546593082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/3948375557546593082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/3948375557546593082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/04/off-to-somewhere.html' title='Off to Somewhere.'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-6121185059765229051</id><published>2008-04-23T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:37:25.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, first and foremost I would like to say to myself "WELCOME BACK!" whew! I missed blogging! It was like 2 weeks that I didn't updated my blog. well, life's been busy these past weeks I've been training very hard for our Major Performance at &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Binyag Arriba&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. And also, I also had a summer getaway with my friends last Monday! and that is my major topic for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday we had our summer getaway at Culab in Laguna (I hate this place. hmpf!). I'm not going to tell the full details about what I've done during our outing or to sum it all up I will only tell the &lt;b&gt;MOST&lt;/b&gt; important details which I'd like to include in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we arrived at around 3:30 p.m and from that time we prepared everything (change clothes, prepared the food, etc.) then some of my friends (oh, I forgot to mention there were 11 of us who had our outing) went to swim already! (those bastards, they didn't even helped us out in almost everything! particularly the boys!! aargh!). So, after that we also followed them and marielle and mike was the one left to guard our cottage (they're lovers actually.) Back to the swimming part, as we were playing, wrestling, and drowning each other I saw this guy sitting beside the pool, all alone, &lt;b&gt;STARING&lt;/b&gt; at us! (actually I don't know if he's actually staring at us or one of us.) Then I told Sarah and Angel bout this guy and both of them are getting bitchy already! (those bitch!). And there it is, they liked the guy (I admit it, he was kinda cute, he was like a model, white skin, nice hair, etc. and I'm also getting  bitchy at that moment but I'm not YET in love with him! okay!?) So, the four of us were left at the pool because of this GUY, we want to get his attention but our technique seems like nothing to him he was just there, sitting and nothing else! but there's this moment that I caught his eyes on us! (again, I don't know if it's on us or one of us.) and again we became so bitchy again! Okay enough! The guy stood up and gone like the wind that we didn't even notice (guess he's hard to get huh?) and we went to our cottage to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it's around 5:00 p.m and we had our (lunch or dinner? WHATEVER!) and while we were eating, (OMG! you guessed it right!) the guy that me and my friends are loving to see were just beside our cottage with his friends! and we ran out of our minds and we were like going crazy because of him closer to us!. Okay, so we were eating then but our eyes was on him everytime we eat a piece of our meal. and Jester (who's he?) was getting sleepy already so I pulled his hand and went to the pool! (he's such a snob!) and my friends started cheering our names together and I don't even know why. (okay, jester is just my FRIEND! got it? I don't know bout him, but for me he's only a &lt;b&gt;friend&lt;/b&gt; forget the past already!). So, where was I? oh yeah, so they cheered and I was like (what the heck?) and I saw jester smiling (it was like 99 years ago that I last saw him smile, just kidding. but he really do smile often.) and I asked him why he was smiling and then the smiling face of his just turned to the snobby face again! and he walked out right in front of me! (arrgh! I can't take his attitude anymore!). So I was left in the pool, ALONE. I swim and swim and swim for a couple of minutes. My friend's are dancing and playing and sleeping at the cottage coz it was dark already, I think 8:00 in the evening that is. But for me I was just there swimming, back to the cottage, and swim again I was in hell during that time coz of JESTER!. and then, the guy suddenly came to swim also! and I was shocked because there were just 4 of us who are swimming the other two somebody I don't know and I was thinking myself up if I would go to our cottage or just stay here with the guy! but I decided to stay (GO! go for the goal SHIN!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I stayed with him (oh! how romantic! SHUT UP SHIN! you didn't even know him!.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was so cold and the night was so quiet and I was like (damn! he's hot!) hahaha!. All I did was to swim here, there, and there and I also used the slide, speaking of slide he actually spoke to me there!! (oh, how I wish there was a camera during that time to capture my moment!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Guy: Go on first.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, why don't you go first. Besides, your the one who got up here first.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Actually I didn't went up here to slide. I just came here to see the view down below.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my moment! too bad I forgot to ask his name. But he's a liar, he said he didn't went up there to slide but after I slid down he also slid down! and after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HE SMILED AT ME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After sometime, angel, sarah, mich and yhen came to disturb my prolong romance and they were murmuring with each other and I was just there laughing my ass off to them coz I scored! (GO shin!) suddenly they asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sarah: Shin, what about Jester?&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh? what about him?&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Hmmm.. playing like you don't know anything huh?&lt;br /&gt;(w8, ang hirap mag translate e. TAGALUGIN NA NGA NATIN!)&lt;br /&gt;Me: loko-loko, matagal na un!&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Maarte ka! halata nmn na ilang pa din sya sau e!&lt;br /&gt;Mich: Seryoso, gusto mo pa sya?&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Hindi nmn kc totoo un e! (sorry peepz, it's confidential e. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah, basta! Manahimik na lng kau!&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, my romance was cut off immediately. and I went to our cottage and slept not knowing that jester was the one who's beside me (kc nmn! nakatakip ng tuwalya ang mukha nya kaya di ko alam na sya un!). So, something did happen bet. me and jester in the past (hey, its not what you think it is.) but that was like when I was in highschool pa so don't mind about it okay? It hurts a LOT. hehe. But he said that it was not true and I don't know what to believe in. (Okay, Im spilling everything na! Enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 3:00 a.m and those bitches are still awake and they got to know the name of the guy! his name was Ezekiel (nice name.) and they said that they got to talk to him for so long while I was sleeping (oh, pity me.) but forget the guy. My mind was stuck in what they said about Jester while I was in the pool yet (before I slept.) and from that moment I was like stuck in the past. Out of my mind, I suddenly saw Ezekiel along with the bitches (those bitches really got him huh.) and I heard my name out of their conversation! THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT ME!!! But I didn't come to them coz I might come out as "Papansin" if I do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's time to go. It's 4:00 a.m already and we have to go and Ezekiel and his friends also has to go. So we took care of our things (shower, change clothes, trash our trash [huh?], etc.) and went to the van of Jester (rich kiddo huh.) and went home! On the road to our homes I asked Sarah bout what they are talking about Ezekiel and I told her that I heard my name on their conversation and she said that thay gave my no. to Ezekiel! (yeah were txtm8's right now!) and some other things they also told Ezekiel bout my PROFILE! (age, where I live, where I go to school, etc.) and I was freaking mad coz they spilled everything bout me! And Angel pinch me and said to look at Jester's face and I stopped because I saw his face with nothing on it, pale, sad, hopeless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then On.. I keep on asking myself why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another feeling stroke my heart. and asked myself Am I in Love again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. Can't be, I promised myself never to fall in Love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself not to make the same mistake twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just Confusion or Regrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for my third post. (very sad isn't it? well that's how my lovelife is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAWAII!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Changed my Layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-6121185059765229051?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/6121185059765229051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=6121185059765229051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/6121185059765229051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/6121185059765229051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-be.html' title='I Can&apos;t be.'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-1279282059271756405</id><published>2008-04-13T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T04:22:02.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I already got the WARNING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Life is so unpredictable as I may say, I was about to make my move about my grades and then my mother already (well, not actually predicted but something like that. got it? I KNOW YOU DON'T! haha) gave me a warning! How cruel. Now what should I do? If I tell her about my grades and once she knew that I have failed a subject (whats more worst is that, it is one of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAJOR SUBJECT &lt;/span&gt;that I have failed) I will &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; go to school next school year and I don't want that to happen! but somehow I feel like I want that to happen because not going to school means only one thing, yeah it means..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WILL HAVE A VERY LOOOOOONG VACATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, enough with these silly things. Time to get serious. I need to find a way! I need to do something! Oh please if only I can bring back time then I can make my mistakes right (is this what they called karma?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) ohh I don't even believe in that "karma" thing and now it's actually happening to me! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is REALLY unfair :(. &lt;/span&gt;Now I feel like I don't want to tell my mother about my grades anymore but if I don't she will still know about it because the school will just suddenly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;send a letter with my grades on it to our house (very cruel isn't it? they will send a "death note" at your house without even knowing about it. It sucks, it really is.) so I don't have any escaping route to go through which only means a "DEAD END".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, I know GOD is with me. huhuhu :'(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyyways! Enough with all this mourning it'll just pass by easily right?. This morning (10:00 a.m - 6:00 p.m) I just had my training in our dance group and know what, I already can do that "splitting thing!" hahah, very gay isn't it? well WHO CARES! dancing is for everybody! and what can I do it's one of my talents (yeah, you heard it right "ONE of my talents" which means I have many talents aside from dancing.) now now, enough bragging already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for my 2nd blog post! mmuah! KAWAII! oh, kawaii means "CUTE" in nihonggo or in Japan rather. Don't question yourself about why I'm always using "kawaii" when I'm about to finish my blog because you'll never know the answer. hahaha! okay, it's only because to remind you how cute we are! Especially me :) hahaha! yeah yeah, thanks for the compliment! hahaha! (ENOUGH BRAGGING SHIN! they've had enough already!) hahaha. Thanks! Peace Ya' all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawaii!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-1279282059271756405?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/1279282059271756405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=1279282059271756405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/1279282059271756405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/1279282059271756405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-already-got-warning.html' title='I already got the WARNING.'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220826424422691823.post-5709844158798611742</id><published>2008-04-10T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T04:57:08.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes The Sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally! My long awaited blog is finished and guess who made it for me. Yeah yeah, no wonder. See those "jam" names around my page? Well, shes the one who made this blog &lt;strong&gt;POSSIBLE&lt;/strong&gt; and I want to give my deepest gratitude to her (even though her name bothers my page) haha. just kidding! It didn't come out as I expected it to be though :(. But moreso it looks good, simple yet adorable (just like the owner of this blog). And look at my header, isn't it cute? haha! It's Ikuta Toma, well I idolized and admired him so much and I've been fond of him for a long time since I was in Fourth Year Highschool and that's why I asked JAM to make a header with Tomapi in it and there it goes (good girl jam..good girl :b). Ikuta Toma looks good right? right?? &lt;strong&gt;DAMN!&lt;/strong&gt; he really is. I just hope that he can visit this blog sometimes but I know it won't happen. &lt;strong&gt;DREAM SHIN DREAM :).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why the title of my first blog post is "HERE COMES THE SUN"? It could be anything but I decided to name it like this because Im writing it at exactly 5:30 in the morning, yeah it's almost sunrise and Im still up, I don't have any rest yet. And later at 10:00 a.m I will be having a training together with my &lt;strong&gt;Letran Jazz Endanza Group&lt;/strong&gt; so how's that? hahaha! It will be a very tiring day for me today. I just hope that I can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since this is my first blog post, I'm not gonna say much more for now. I know, I know, It should be a long one like many bloggers do (correct me if I'm wrong) but hey, it's not like its the end of the world if I will not write a very loooong blog post in here. hahaha. Okay, what Im saying right now is very &lt;strong&gt;NONSENSE&lt;/strong&gt; and I know it coz I, myself thinks that encoding a first blog post without any topic is nonsense and I should stop this immediately. hahaha! &lt;strong&gt;STUPID ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all for now. For now, I would like to thank Jamita Murray for making a layout for my blog I really appreciate it bitch. hahaha! *kiss*. Hope you'll make another one for me!. KAWAII!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220826424422691823-5709844158798611742?l=believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/5709844158798611742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220826424422691823&amp;postID=5709844158798611742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/5709844158798611742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220826424422691823/posts/default/5709844158798611742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://believe-in-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-comes-sun.html' title='Here Comes The Sun.'/><author><name>Shin Toma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006805838277107245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CpeLyfuhmYY/R_SYIDAwHPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bof0kiOWfA/S220/IMG_1833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
