<?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-9422237</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:00:21.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simply mine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658550154456271979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/2965/1024/pakyut.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9422237.post-111539149158126967</id><published>2005-05-06T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T07:58:11.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tHuRtY sEvEn dAyS...</title><content type='html'>Thirty seven days from now.... it'll be my birthday... It's official, im turning 18... =) I'm not excited or anything, It's mixed emotions.. hehe.. I just thought, if i'll be 18, do I have to change? I mean, being 18 means a lot of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  1. I have to be mature&lt;br /&gt;                                  2. I can now watch X-rated movies (trust me, I'm not gonna try it)&lt;br /&gt;                                  3. I can have my own liscence&lt;br /&gt;                                  4. I can get married (dipa naman ngaun)&lt;br /&gt;                                  5. I guess I can have more freedom (di ba ma?)&lt;br /&gt;                                  6. I can make decisions on my own (not all the time ü )&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;                Wala na kong maisip eh... ü Basta, my point is, I'm gonna be 18!!!! 37 days away, 37 more days... And tomorrow, 36 na lang... I don't know if I'll have a party or whatever celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Wala lang,,, sorry for this non sense entry, after months of absence, e2 pa entry ko.. sorry, wala kasi ako sa bahay... till here.. thanks jays for the countdown.. üüü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!!!ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9422237-111539149158126967?l=kikaychael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/feeds/111539149158126967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9422237&amp;postID=111539149158126967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/111539149158126967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/111539149158126967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/2005/05/thurty-seven-days.html' title='tHuRtY sEvEn dAyS...'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658550154456271979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/2965/1024/pakyut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9422237.post-110787752991933632</id><published>2005-02-08T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T07:45:29.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still uncertain, Is it really love?</title><content type='html'>Is it really love?&lt;br /&gt;Or just a wind passing by my window.&lt;br /&gt;Is it really love?&lt;br /&gt;Or just the soft feathers in my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          am i not convinced?&lt;br /&gt;                                                          still uncertain of this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;                                                          am i not assured?&lt;br /&gt;                                                          still hesitant of this loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this time ive been thinking&lt;br /&gt;about this unsure feeling&lt;br /&gt;still like a crippled dove&lt;br /&gt;asking, Is it really love?&lt;br /&gt; -----====------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang. im just being senti. =) nadadala lang ng season. happy valentines day! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9422237-110787752991933632?l=kikaychael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/feeds/110787752991933632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9422237&amp;postID=110787752991933632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110787752991933632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110787752991933632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/2005/02/still-uncertain-is-it-really-love.html' title='still uncertain, Is it really love?'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658550154456271979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/2965/1024/pakyut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9422237.post-110787546044235705</id><published>2005-02-08T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T07:11:00.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>corny blues </title><content type='html'>Pink pillow hearts displayed in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;lovers i've passed by the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Why is everybody on fall?&lt;br /&gt;Its valentines day after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this time im alone,&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating with a sad tone.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing somehow you'll realize,&lt;br /&gt;that its you my heart cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still im confuse.&lt;br /&gt;Is this still a joke or the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Im acting like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;Love's really cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;If love's your real deal&lt;br /&gt;You're always fooling around&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if love's what you've found.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how corny this may sound,&lt;br /&gt;But this valentines day,&lt;br /&gt;I just want my heart to be crowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9422237-110787546044235705?l=kikaychael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/feeds/110787546044235705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9422237&amp;postID=110787546044235705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110787546044235705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110787546044235705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/2005/02/corny-blues.html' title='corny blues '/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658550154456271979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/2965/1024/pakyut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9422237.post-110787388928027465</id><published>2005-02-08T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T06:44:49.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TSÜnAm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been quite a while since my last entry. I've been so busy and lazy. I could have written so many interesting entries but instead, I preferred to check my mail and open my friendster account. Exams, assignments, lab reports, quizzes, and "out of this world" lectures, came my way like a tsunami leaving my head destructed (heheÜ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have no exact topic to write about, I'm just typing whatever idea came out of my mind. But my head's empty. Words, ideas, topics dont come easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; It's my exam free week but, weirdo! i'm still pressured. It's like an aftershock of a tsunami (meron ba nun?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you experienced this? You already gave all your effort, studied hard, slept late for an exam, but still, your best isn't enough? It's just frustrating that even if you've given your best, you still fail. Organic Chemistry laboratory midterm exam: failed!!! When I received my bluebook, I was so disappointed, I was not expecting for a high grade but at least a passing one. But i failed, a grade far behind the passing score, a grade I was not really expecting. I guess I expected too much. But my english 1 prof reminded me of the bright side, at least I cannot regret anything. I cannot blame myself, cause I gave my best shot. Babawi na lang ako sa finals! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9422237-110787388928027465?l=kikaychael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/feeds/110787388928027465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9422237&amp;postID=110787388928027465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110787388928027465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110787388928027465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/2005/02/tsnam.html' title='TSÜnAm!'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658550154456271979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/2965/1024/pakyut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9422237.post-110484512840485184</id><published>2005-01-04T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T05:25:28.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>then my brain freezes</title><content type='html'>    It's the start of my schooling days. After eating lots and lots of buko salad, buko pandan,  ice cream, cake, baked macaroni, lumpiang shanghai, fried chicken and more (I guess you can now imagine how fat I am! hehe), my toxic days has begun. after enjoying my 2 week vacation (which is not enough, I have to mention), after attending rdayne's debut, and after sleeping very late every night, my happy days are over. Now, I have to retrieve all my chem memories from the recycle bin and let the game begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I thought I was ready to join the mind battle. I thought I was ready to absorb all those toxic terms. But i was wrong. It was just now that I've realized that MY BRAIN FREEZES. Yah, you've read it right, my brain freezes. I was like a dumb taking a seat in front, not even knowing what the teacher is saying. Its as if I was not around last year. The whole day, i have no idea of what my professors are talking about. I guess I'm just not ready yet for the battle. It's surprising that my professor will enter the classroom as if we've just met yesterday. Hello??! It has been 2 weeks, how about some chit chats first before getting your magic chalk and put toxicity in our brains?! Dejavu ba to?! Blah, Blah, Blah.. that's all I can hear AGAIN!! I really feel like a fool, all my classmates are understanding the lessons and ME, Me again, writing this blog entry instead of listening. You can't blame me, I really cannot understand even if i'll listen. It's just one of my stupid habits that i'll not listen anymore if I cannot understand the lesson. heheü.. That's just really me!ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     One thing, I'm sleepy na! ZzZzZzZzZzZzü                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9422237-110484512840485184?l=kikaychael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/feeds/110484512840485184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9422237&amp;postID=110484512840485184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110484512840485184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110484512840485184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/2005/01/then-my-brain-freezes.html' title='then my brain freezes'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658550154456271979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/2965/1024/pakyut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9422237.post-110303091222170349</id><published>2004-12-14T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T05:32:43.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>toxic!</title><content type='html'>While my professor is lecturing, telling us toxic terms, forcing our brains to absorb catalytic hydrogenation, hydroboration oxidation, and hydroxylation, I decided to give my poor brain some rest. It's our last day of classes for this year and it seems that my brain got excited for the vacation that it doesn't work anymore (hehe..not literally!Ü).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah...Blah...Blah.. that's all I can hear right now cause I don't want to listen anymore. I don't want my brain to be toxicated, I don't want it to be contaminated by chemical terms. The first thing I want to do is to forget all about chemistry, to put all my chemistry memory into the recycle bin and i'll just retrieve it next year...Of course that will not happen, especially when you have kill joy professors that will give you more assignments since you have a long break. Sigh. How could they be so cruel?! not having the spirit of christmas in their hearts to give us some time off and some break from the toxicity of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that bothers me is our incoming induction as a new member of the UP Chemical Society. We're not that ready and yet it'll be on friday. There are many things to be done, here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. practice our 2-hour presentation&lt;br /&gt;2. formulate new steps for our dance number&lt;br /&gt;3. pay for our contribution&lt;br /&gt;4. coordinate for the mobile and sound&lt;br /&gt;5. shoot for our video presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! That's a lot to be done, and we don't have enough time to accomplish all the tasks. I know it's our fault because we didn't start in time but you can't blame us, our studies is our priority. God, help us! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost my first day of a toxic-free life, I hope I can enjoy my 2-week vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9422237-110303091222170349?l=kikaychael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/feeds/110303091222170349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9422237&amp;postID=110303091222170349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110303091222170349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110303091222170349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/2004/12/toxic.html' title='toxic!'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658550154456271979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/2965/1024/pakyut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9422237.post-110286393938625871</id><published>2004-12-12T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T07:05:39.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My every Sunday routine</title><content type='html'>Not like any other teenagers, my Sundays are very hectic. You can't ask me to go gimik or stay at home. My time is dedicated to our church. I will usually wake up at 6:30am (unless laziness struck me again Ü) and get prepared for our 8-10am service. I'm a teacher in our Children Ministry and every morning service, I'm there to teach, assist and help for the food preparation for the children. I was once an attendee of the children ministry and since years pass by and now I'm a "not so fully grown" teenager, I want to give back my service and I'm actually loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the service and some chit chats with my friends, I'll go home and rest because I'm tired (for sure) at this time. At 2:30pm, I will again start to prepare for our afternoon service. Usually, I'm a back up singer or a worship leader for our afternoon service. It's not that I have a very good voice, cause I really don't, but fortunately I'm blessed enough to be able to sing in front and lead the congregation to His presence. After my horrible singing, (hehe) at last I will listen to the Pastor's teaching. Then a short series of songs (1-2) will be sung and the service ends. By this time, it's already 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the service, we usually eat out first with my co-youth and mingle. I'll be home by 8pm and rest for a while. I'll start to prepare my school stuff and this will take 2 hours. By 11 or 12mn, at last I'll do my favorite thing to do. Sleep. YEHEY!!! Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, I know, It's too tiring, too demanding. But you know what? I'm really loving what I'm doing. Giving pleasure to God and serving Him is very fulfilling and one of my purpose in life. So why would I change my Sunday routine?  Why would I even dare miss a chance to serve God and make Him smile? I love what I'm doing and I will continue it and not dare to change it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9422237-110286393938625871?l=kikaychael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/feeds/110286393938625871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9422237&amp;postID=110286393938625871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110286393938625871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110286393938625871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-every-sunday-routine.html' title='My every Sunday routine'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658550154456271979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/2965/1024/pakyut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9422237.post-110278135517165372</id><published>2004-12-11T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T08:09:15.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Time</title><content type='html'>I’m habitually late. Yesterday morning, I have this 7am class (analytical chem laboratory) and guess what?! I  ended up being late for 1 hour. Since my class is 7am, I have to wake up 2 hours earlier, 1 hour for preparation and 1 hour for transportation. And since the power of laziness struck  me again, 6:30 na ko nagising!!! When I enter the laboratory, I immediately looked for my lab partner and apologize for my tardiness. Because of my laziness, she’s the one to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being late, I really really do. But I can’t help it. It’s like drugs, kaka-addict! Hehe.. So I list down some things that pushed my tardiness.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;1.      sleeping very late&lt;br /&gt;2.      my low-tech alarm clock cellphone&lt;br /&gt;3.      I always forgot to pray at night.&lt;br /&gt;4.      evil television&lt;br /&gt;5.      I really love to sleep (who doesn’t?!)&lt;br /&gt;6.      The water’s so cold so I have to use our water heater (this really eats my time)&lt;br /&gt;7.      I have to take care of my niece.&lt;br /&gt;8.      LAZINESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I can think of right now. But trust me, there’s a lot more things that’s eating my time every morning. I don’t wanna be late anymore!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9422237-110278135517165372?l=kikaychael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/feeds/110278135517165372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9422237&amp;postID=110278135517165372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110278135517165372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110278135517165372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-time.html' title='My Time'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658550154456271979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/2965/1024/pakyut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9422237.post-110252540603276905</id><published>2004-12-08T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T09:03:26.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagboard</title><content type='html'>at last! I've got my tagboard! If only you knew how long it took us to make that. Thanks to my good friend, &lt;strong&gt;mark&lt;/strong&gt;, he helped me a lot! whew! it took us forever to find the right color combinations. It almost came to a point that i hated pink (haha, as if that'll happen).. I hope someone would appreciate that, cause we really worked hard for that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to pass 3 lab reports tommorrow. Two pre-lab and one post lab for my organic chem and analytical chem subjects. How toxic?! And you know what? I haven't even started any. I don't have any breaks tommorrow and now I'm already sleepy. Sigh. How I wish I have the power to stop time. haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9422237-110252540603276905?l=kikaychael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/feeds/110252540603276905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9422237&amp;postID=110252540603276905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110252540603276905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110252540603276905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/2004/12/tagboard.html' title='tagboard'/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658550154456271979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/2965/1024/pakyut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9422237.post-110196798917004089</id><published>2004-12-01T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T22:14:15.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! it's my first time to write, i don't even have the thing for writing essays, poems and stuff. I don't know, i'm just not fond of doing it. But this tym, i'll try. i'll try to express my feelings, emotions, and stuff as often as possible. As creative as I can be. But don't expect too much, i'm not the "writer of the year". I'm just ur regular teenage explorer! (ya ryt!) I guess i have to introduce myself, I'm rachael, 17, BS Chemistry (not a geek!) student, makulit, noisy!, kikay.. uhhmm, do i have to enumerate?! i don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's it for now, its me! and this is my blog, &lt;strong&gt;SIMPLY MINE&lt;/strong&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9422237-110196798917004089?l=kikaychael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/feeds/110196798917004089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9422237&amp;postID=110196798917004089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110196798917004089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9422237/posts/default/110196798917004089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikaychael.blogspot.com/2004/12/yay-its-my-first-time-to-write-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>rachael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658550154456271979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/2965/1024/pakyut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
