<?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-168168159063715007</id><updated>2012-02-10T02:02:02.495+08:00</updated><category term='WTH'/><category term='music'/><category term='challenge'/><category term='bug'/><category term='MARJ HAHAHA'/><title type='text'>Undeniable.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>417</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-8628504271320542117</id><published>2012-02-10T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T02:02:02.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me vs. Last few requirements</title><content type='html'>I wish I could Temple Run from you all. #popculturereference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requirements are slowly accomplishing themselves (THESIS!!!!!!! SO HAPPY). Chos!&lt;br /&gt;22 hours awake and counting. :( This will soon end!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-8628504271320542117?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/8628504271320542117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2012/02/me-vs-last-few-requirements.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8628504271320542117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8628504271320542117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2012/02/me-vs-last-few-requirements.html' title='Me vs. Last few requirements'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-151674693592631723</id><published>2012-02-07T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T14:34:17.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a break,</title><content type='html'>...go diving! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad Ateneo gave us this long weekend. I don't think I'd be sane without these four days :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on my first ever (training) dive last Sunday for a skin diving org that I am applying for! So much fun (and tiring, and painful) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsuHuyU9zjw/TzDFY4CsH9I/AAAAAAAAAnk/SeBprnKvZVA/s1600/398760_3008976537997_1069959113_3021574_866872917_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsuHuyU9zjw/TzDFY4CsH9I/AAAAAAAAAnk/SeBprnKvZVA/s320/398760_3008976537997_1069959113_3021574_866872917_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me diving. HAHAHA AS IF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next one :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more weeks left! :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-151674693592631723?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/151674693592631723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2012/02/have-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/151674693592631723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/151674693592631723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2012/02/have-break.html' title='Have a break,'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsuHuyU9zjw/TzDFY4CsH9I/AAAAAAAAAnk/SeBprnKvZVA/s72-c/398760_3008976537997_1069959113_3021574_866872917_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-4145192971741971632</id><published>2012-01-31T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T01:55:02.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here and now</title><content type='html'>There's nothing like the present. #crypticpost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoooooooooooooooooooooooly less than a month before we pass our last requirements of our academic lives (and hopefully pass everything! I'll take a D for a final grade... JOKE. Not that desperate to graduate)! Everything feels like it's in slow motion, why why why. Not that I'm complaining about the slow motion - I don't know if I want to graduate just yet! Can't let go of all of this huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all the nights like this, with me spending more time being on homework breaks than on doing actual homework. JOKE. I'm going to miss all of this someday. I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to spending and starting every day with a bounce in every step, and nothing but cheer. Good mornings, always! I don't want everything happening to get to me. Walls walls walls haha okay :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no idea what to expect this year. Good? Bad? I'm going to take things as they come. Oooh, so many contexts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note... today we saw a helicopter up close (if you consider staring at it from around 10 meters away as close) and I got a photo of it with Mari! Bucket list is one less unchecked tick box nooooow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kjvHTmsrjk8/TybZSkpPA0I/AAAAAAAAAnM/7kYJfXhTKxw/s1600/Photo%2B1-30-12%2B15%2B54%2B24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kjvHTmsrjk8/TybZSkpPA0I/AAAAAAAAAnM/7kYJfXhTKxw/s320/Photo%2B1-30-12%2B15%2B54%2B24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me with the helicopter, haha! We still aren't sure who it belongs to and why he had to make such a grand entrance. Seeing the helicopter on its way to landing while we were in class was pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-4145192971741971632?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/4145192971741971632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2012/01/here-and-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4145192971741971632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4145192971741971632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2012/01/here-and-now.html' title='Here and now'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kjvHTmsrjk8/TybZSkpPA0I/AAAAAAAAAnM/7kYJfXhTKxw/s72-c/Photo%2B1-30-12%2B15%2B54%2B24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-2413884744771075013</id><published>2012-01-22T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T01:57:47.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I really just ignore my blog for this long</title><content type='html'>Helloooooooooooooo. I can't believe it's almost the end of this month! There's a lot to be said, a lot better off unsaid, and a lot that should just be forgotten. A LOT (of everything, not just the forgetting part)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet here I am with nothing decent to write about. Hahaha. In addition to everything that I wish I could say, there's a lot that has to be done, and a lot that has been accomplished. Thesis! I think it's time to make this a priority, finally. It's been on the backburner for the past few weeks and it's time that it be back on the top of our to-finish list. Just so we can get it out of the way, once and for all. Let's go, group! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZDAEf02r3k/TybZzffwnYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/oBmJzsYDcVo/s1600/Photo%2B12-20-11%2B1%2B09%2B44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZDAEf02r3k/TybZzffwnYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/oBmJzsYDcVo/s320/Photo%2B12-20-11%2B1%2B09%2B44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;...not our best photo, but one of our happier ones! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally gotten my eight hours of sleep after weeks of deprivation. A lot of us deserve eight-hour sleeping days. Yay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've managed to check a bunch of stuff off my college bucket list (which just needs to be set in stone somewhere, because I only remember what's on my mental list when I see something related to it), the most recent being "spend a night on campus for school stuff". That... was technically for school stuff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is so much to be happy about and so little time left before we officially say goodbye to college. Signing off for now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-2413884744771075013?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/2413884744771075013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2012/01/did-i-really-just-ignore-my-blog-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2413884744771075013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2413884744771075013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2012/01/did-i-really-just-ignore-my-blog-for.html' title='Did I really just ignore my blog for this long'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZDAEf02r3k/TybZzffwnYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/oBmJzsYDcVo/s72-c/Photo%2B12-20-11%2B1%2B09%2B44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-3091118732459232471</id><published>2012-01-08T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:11:19.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD</title><content type='html'>The past three weeks or so of sleeping at 3am or later have taken their toll. Haha! I am so dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 school days before we officially say goodbye to college stress :( (am I really being sad about not being stressed anymore HAHA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-3091118732459232471?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/3091118732459232471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2012/01/dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3091118732459232471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3091118732459232471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2012/01/dead.html' title='DEAD'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-4194217375904708698</id><published>2011-12-27T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T03:48:08.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Christmas</title><content type='html'>...has been weird, funny, draining, and surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also one for the books, definitely. :) I am genuinely happy this Christmas season and there are a lot of people to thank for it.  Happy holidays, everyone! My posts here just keep on getting more cryptic, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-4194217375904708698?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/4194217375904708698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4194217375904708698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4194217375904708698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-christmas.html' title='This Christmas'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-2697278566017024556</id><published>2011-12-19T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T01:13:30.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High spirits!</title><content type='html'>Oh, Christmas lights, light up the street&lt;br /&gt;Light up the fireworks in me&lt;br /&gt;May all your troubles soon be gone&lt;br /&gt;Those Christmas lights keep shinin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) I hope everyone is in good spirits and good health. &lt;br /&gt;Re: Sendong, always positive and hopeful for a good holiday season for everyone affected. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-2697278566017024556?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/2697278566017024556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/12/high-spirits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2697278566017024556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2697278566017024556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/12/high-spirits.html' title='High spirits!'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-2167337199044670141</id><published>2011-12-13T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T00:50:32.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAD</title><content type='html'>I hate it when people assume, and when they make up things that make another person look bad (bad is pretty subjective in this case). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much as I value our friendship, things seem to be getting out of hand. Why is this happening? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH I COULD JUST GET ALL OF THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM BUT NO, THAT'S NOT HOW TO HANDLE THIS. I THINK. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pride is very important to me. That's all. I may be willing to throw a lot of things down the drain if it means keeping my pride intact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How mature (I say this with the greatest of sarcastic tones). Letting my guard down has never been my thing.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-2167337199044670141?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/2167337199044670141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/12/mad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2167337199044670141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2167337199044670141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/12/mad.html' title='MAD'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-2935553657583726557</id><published>2011-12-07T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T01:21:17.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy busy weeks</title><content type='html'>So I'll leave you with this for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VoX0iyBnYZ8/Tt5O72DxcaI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6Od6ACnCfqU/s1600/929c86721fee11e19896123138142014_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VoX0iyBnYZ8/Tt5O72DxcaI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6Od6ACnCfqU/s400/929c86721fee11e19896123138142014_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immersion post in a few! (meaning Christmas break)&lt;br /&gt;Life is hectic crazy and an absolute mess, but all the happenings are kind of keeping me sane,so life has actually been a lot of fun lately. Does that make sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-2935553657583726557?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/2935553657583726557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/12/crazy-busy-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2935553657583726557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2935553657583726557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/12/crazy-busy-weeks.html' title='Crazy busy weeks'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VoX0iyBnYZ8/Tt5O72DxcaI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6Od6ACnCfqU/s72-c/929c86721fee11e19896123138142014_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-4131231955665771458</id><published>2011-11-23T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T23:19:49.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awakening</title><content type='html'>We've just finished talking about this reading in Theology class, &lt;i&gt;Awakening from the Sleep of Inhumanity&lt;/i&gt;, and I always enjoy readings that have tidbits that I can relate to, or can learn from. In this case, it's both. Shamefully the things I've gained from it are nowhere near as important as the message of the reading itself (don't get me wrong, it comes across loud and clear and I'm glad to have a Theology class I enjoy and understand), but okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being my usual vague self, I say with complete certainty that you can never lie to yourself. Definitely not. The things I am "waking up to" are incredibly... not fun. Things that you thought you'd buried can come back to haunt you. I feel like there's always a monster with me, ready to attack whenever I feel the most unguarded (i.e., now). This sounds so scary :( Can't think of better words to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have honestly not been feeling like my usual self the past few months (months? Maybe weeks) and this is the first time I'm admitting this ever. Kung sino mang makabasa nito, wag nang magtanong. It's just nice to know I can let this out here. :) I am optimistic that things will get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-4131231955665771458?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/4131231955665771458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/11/awakening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4131231955665771458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4131231955665771458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/11/awakening.html' title='Awakening'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-2961211372014806256</id><published>2011-11-13T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T17:11:36.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appetite</title><content type='html'>Random fact: I eat a lot more on days that I watch cooking shows (i.e., Masterchef US, SERIOUSLY. The whole freaking afternoon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at past 10 and since then (7 hours ago) I've eaten:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two packs of yogurt&lt;br /&gt;Three cheesedogs&lt;br /&gt;Four crab sticks&lt;br /&gt;Four mozzarella sticks&lt;br /&gt;Two packs of instant noodles&lt;br /&gt;Three glasses of milk&lt;br /&gt;One big bag of clover chips&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Parents aren't home so today I had to fend for myself, food-wise. &lt;br /&gt;Man, I need to get in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-2961211372014806256?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/2961211372014806256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/11/appetite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2961211372014806256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2961211372014806256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/11/appetite.html' title='Appetite'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-4258373086992057757</id><published>2011-11-12T02:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T02:25:47.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 x5</title><content type='html'>November 11, 2011; 11:11 (PM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute well-spent, with people I'm always glad to spend and waste time with. &lt;3 I know I wished for more than one thing, but I did all my wishing during the minute. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started being my overanalytical self when I realized that all of us are gonna have different "11/11/11/11/11" times per se, since we don't have a uniform time imposed on us... blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess (and I'd like to think) the numbers are an excuse for us to hope for the best, and successively, (I say this with all optimism that I get to achieve this) to act in a way that leads toward the things we hope for. This is sooooo philo :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like a few hours with friends (and a lot of food) to make you forget all your worries. Not gonna worry, everything has its place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week of class down, around twelve to go. WHY SO FAST, UNIVERSE? This week has been weird and HOT and I got to spend time with almost everyone I wanted to in school, yay. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a low point (more than one), though, that I hope I learn from and never do again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises were made, and with all my heart I hope that these are for real. Hello, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh this is all so obscure. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-4258373086992057757?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/4258373086992057757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/11/11-x5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4258373086992057757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4258373086992057757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/11/11-x5.html' title='11 x5'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-150999202654883801</id><published>2011-11-08T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T01:55:57.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine hours</title><content type='html'>Still awake. I am in a state of total confusion and reflection, don't know why (or maybe I do, haha). I'm kind of looking back at all the first days of the past eight college semesters I've had in Ateneo. I have an odd memory (extremely episode-focused as opposed to a more practical fact-focused one) so I can vaguely remember almost all of them... I wonder what tomorrow is going to bring. Scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I can blog in bed now! Ahaha Apple finally has an official Blogger app, yahoo :) This feels nice. I'm trying to get myself sleepy with a bunch of slow songs (which I need to update- all the new songs in my iTunes are fast-ish) and by blabbing on here. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the hardest story / that I have ever told" - line from the song playing right now. Mika songs can make me cry. I know this one did, a few years back :P /drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also can't help but think back- I found a few things from first year college a few minutes ago! Oh my. I want to find a container for this stuff. It's fun laughing at the weird things I used to do. Does weird = childish? Am I growing up? Is this going to be the adult version of me? To be honest, there are a lot of things about myself that I wish I could change. I don't like a good number of habits of mine, but I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that these are flaws that I - and, I begrudgingly admit, someone out there, is going to have come to terms with, too. I've been spending so much time acting the way I think would be best for everyone around me. It's about time I learn to act in ways that benefit me, first and foremost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I'm growing up. Aaannnd I take that sentence back, I just typed "omg". :P I don't think I'm making sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sem break has proved to be one of self-reflection. I'm glad I got to spend it with blockmates, orgmates, high school friends, and cousins, but I am most thankful that I got to spend a good amount of time by myself- something that rarely happens when school is in session. I've made a few promises and resolutions to myself that I hope I get to keep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than ten minutes typing this (I don't do as well on a touch keyboard, okay) and I know I need to find some other way to fall asleep. Meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-150999202654883801?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/150999202654883801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/11/nine-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/150999202654883801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/150999202654883801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/11/nine-hours.html' title='Nine hours'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-493481134736799108</id><published>2011-11-07T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T01:15:58.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasts</title><content type='html'>Last sem&lt;br /&gt;Last sem break&lt;br /&gt;Last year in college&lt;br /&gt;Last year as a teenager&lt;br /&gt;Last dependent tuition payment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, despite all of these lasts, I know I've found a lot of things and people that will last. Heh clever play on words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue emo shit here. I don't know what to expect. It's both exciting and nerve-wracking, I can't describe it. I expect a lot from myself this sem, and I don't know if I've managed to talk myself into accomplishing half the things I hope to achieve before I finish my last semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much more to come!&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/168168159063715007-493481134736799108?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/493481134736799108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/11/lasts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/493481134736799108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/493481134736799108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/11/lasts.html' title='Lasts'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-6000291294998862768</id><published>2011-10-30T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T00:40:02.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This mess</title><content type='html'>I got myself into it, I'm gonna have to deal. &lt;br /&gt;ajdfkljaldfjaljljljljlasjdqwj consequences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-6000291294998862768?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/6000291294998862768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-mess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/6000291294998862768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/6000291294998862768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-mess.html' title='This mess'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-8227913729438233203</id><published>2011-10-20T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T01:24:05.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last sem break of my entire college and academic life</title><content type='html'>It doesn't feel special at all. All I want to do is rest and stay home, but that hasn't happened so far :)) I WANT TO STAY HOME FOR ONE WHOLE DAY. WHEN IS THIS GONNA HAPPEN :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far sem break has been fun, though. Nothing in detail &lt;s&gt;omg I can play mahjong now&lt;/s&gt; because I'm lazy :P I've been having this perpetual slight fever (38C, for the past five days) and I guess my body is getting all the rest it can in prep for MY LAST SEMESTER EVER. AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Today I realize how young I am going into this last semester. HAHAHA. Some of my closest friends are graduating from college with two decades' worth of memories. I haven't even gotten through two decades. IGNORE THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get everything on my imaginary sem break bucket list done. :) I'm working on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-8227913729438233203?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/8227913729438233203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-sem-break-of-my-entire-college-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8227913729438233203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8227913729438233203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-sem-break-of-my-entire-college-and.html' title='The last sem break of my entire college and academic life'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-6586678471338679043</id><published>2011-10-14T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T14:14:08.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practically on sem break :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TnTGiVp24SE/TpfTFZpafWI/AAAAAAAAAmM/mDjpXXzG250/s1600/Fix%2Byou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="380" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TnTGiVp24SE/TpfTFZpafWI/AAAAAAAAAmM/mDjpXXzG250/s400/Fix%2Byou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Always. One of my favorite songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-6586678471338679043?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/6586678471338679043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/10/practically-on-sem-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/6586678471338679043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/6586678471338679043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/10/practically-on-sem-break.html' title='Practically on sem break :)'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TnTGiVp24SE/TpfTFZpafWI/AAAAAAAAAmM/mDjpXXzG250/s72-c/Fix%2Byou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-1992159844670518505</id><published>2011-10-07T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T01:40:25.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there</title><content type='html'>Histo paper making on Google Docs at 1:30 in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous User 1 has opened the document.&lt;br /&gt;me: hello anonymous useeeeer who are you? haha&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous User 1: secret&lt;br /&gt;me: oh&lt;br /&gt;kainis :))&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous User 1: si giron (&lt;b&gt;our prof&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;me: patalo ka. ang hyper ko na nga e&lt;br /&gt;ooooooh&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous User 1: spying on your work&lt;br /&gt;me: our work is great&lt;br /&gt;AMP SINO KA DISTRACTION. kung si adrian ka, padala ng chinese book bukas =)) if ever mahahanap mo with such short notice&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous User 1: oh yes, balita ko nahanap niya&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;daw&lt;br /&gt;sabi ni adrian&lt;br /&gt;me: ok&lt;br /&gt;=)) thanks sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is normal. ALMOST THERE OMG THIS FRIDAY MAKES ME WANT TO CRY. 1 for 4 requirements and it's almost 2AM :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-1992159844670518505?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/1992159844670518505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/10/almost-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1992159844670518505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1992159844670518505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/10/almost-there.html' title='Almost there'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-9145803258337163690</id><published>2011-10-03T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:16:41.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY IS MONDAY, THE BEST MONDAY EVER</title><content type='html'>I've been up for 22 hours and I can't contain my hyperness and I know I'm going to pay for this tomorrow but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THESIS DEFENSE IS OVER&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE EXHIBIT IS OVER&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE VIDEO CONTEST IS OVER&lt;br /&gt;HISTO PANELING AND DEFENSE ARE OVER&lt;br /&gt;AB PSY LONG TESTS ARE HISTORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, life is wonderful... until you realize there are a couple of other things you need to finish before actually getting to the beauty of life, which to me is just, uh, SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost there!&lt;br /&gt;To our Chinese 24 class, you guys are the best. Always 12!&lt;br /&gt;To our Chinese 1 video group, WE SHOULD HAVE WON. LUNCH.&lt;br /&gt;To our Histo group, RESPECT. ;)&lt;br /&gt;and lastly to our epicly amazing hard-working lazy cramming weird bastos thesis group... HAHA ONE MORE SEM WITH YOU GUYS! Woo! This is the start of the best thesis ever. #whatisoverconfidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SUPER HYPER -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-9145803258337163690?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/9145803258337163690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-is-monday-best-monday-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/9145803258337163690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/9145803258337163690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-is-monday-best-monday-ever.html' title='TODAY IS MONDAY, THE BEST MONDAY EVER'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-7250827952147383251</id><published>2011-10-01T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T20:12:05.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend before the weekend before my last first semester (for now)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7vbXjqe3b8/TocChK-pyyI/AAAAAAAAAmE/SSL6lZo9cZ0/s1600/IMG_1545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7vbXjqe3b8/TocChK-pyyI/AAAAAAAAAmE/SSL6lZo9cZ0/s400/IMG_1545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang. This game = epic. My love for it has been revived, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like a board game, a 4-peat championship, a lot of screaming, half an hour of cooking and overseasoning, epic football video gaming, freaky gross aliens, cards, and Brad Pitt to start off this month. Love my blockmates! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(we pretty much did everything BUT schoolwork, so here I am punishing myself D:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-7250827952147383251?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/7250827952147383251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend-before-weekend-before-my-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7250827952147383251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7250827952147383251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend-before-weekend-before-my-last.html' title='The weekend before the weekend before my last first semester (for now)'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7vbXjqe3b8/TocChK-pyyI/AAAAAAAAAmE/SSL6lZo9cZ0/s72-c/IMG_1545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-2114204400308918411</id><published>2011-09-25T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T03:37:56.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;We fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;I saw the trees in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I want to follow them&lt;br /&gt;Down the road&lt;br /&gt;But it looks dark&lt;br /&gt;And I am all alone&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call you&lt;br /&gt;But you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;And you were dreaming&lt;br /&gt;That I was on a road&lt;br /&gt;With my best friend&lt;br /&gt;And we were talking&lt;br /&gt;About our dreams&lt;br /&gt;We fell asleep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dreaming My Life Away, Best Coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my best &lt;s&gt;bug&lt;/s&gt;friend (you know who you areeeeeeeeee), I MISS YOU! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks and I hope we finally get our long-deserved date! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is me waiting for an audio-video rip at almost 4 in the morning. This weekend is craaazyyyyyyy and I have to go to Katipunan on a Sunday. Boooooooooooooooo)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-2114204400308918411?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/2114204400308918411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/09/best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2114204400308918411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2114204400308918411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/09/best-friend.html' title='Best friend!'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-7526792175829856001</id><published>2011-09-23T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T23:49:08.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Courage, don't desert me!&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn back now that we're here&lt;br /&gt;People always say&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of choices&lt;br /&gt;No one ever mentions fear!&lt;br /&gt;Or how a road can seem so long&lt;br /&gt;Or how the world can seem so vast&lt;br /&gt;Courage see me through&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Journey to the Past (Anastasia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-7526792175829856001?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/7526792175829856001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/09/onwards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7526792175829856001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7526792175829856001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/09/onwards.html' title='Onwards'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-2581830171160886334</id><published>2011-09-22T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T02:38:08.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumble of thoughts</title><content type='html'>I can't believe there are only two weeks before finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I haven't achieved as much as I know I can achieve this semester. Bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sort of fight mode and then no fight mode is confusing and scary and I think that the things I have been pushing back for years are gonna come and haunt me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thesis is exciting... but we need to plan our trip. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER WHO YOU ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much that makes me feel happy right now... seriously. :| I'm glad to have a great set of friends and a family that doesn't push me to spill my guts out whenever I'm all mope-y at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have happy crush! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and I've been up since 7 in the morning and I DO NOT KNOW WHY I CANNOT SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a ton of stuff due next week that I cannot work on during my free time (aka NOW) because they're all group videos :/ Darn it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an absolutely irresponsible student right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this is still going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should try to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're making my good friend dislike you even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-2581830171160886334?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/2581830171160886334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/09/jumble-of-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2581830171160886334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2581830171160886334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/09/jumble-of-thoughts.html' title='Jumble of thoughts'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-4872948276972920416</id><published>2011-09-16T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T03:29:06.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insta-fix</title><content type='html'>I hate confrontation. I don't know how many times I've said that on this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH REMINDS ME... MY BLOG IS ABOUT TO TURN TWO YEARS OLD, OMG :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about confrontation. When I get into a disagreement with anyone, I usually hate being the one to step up and make the first move to fix our problems. That isn't a good thing, I know. It's how I operate, and it's how I've operated for as long as I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man am I glad to have a friend that I can solve my problems with without any confrontation at all. Tonight was a really major example. The thing about this situation is that we don't even have a concrete reason for our conflict - it just HAPPENS. I swear, it's the weirdest thing... but when it does happen, it happens pretty severely. I guess it's the length (and the strength HAHA CHEESY) of our friendship that rises above whatever weird conflict we encounter from time to time... guess it's unspoken conflict that neither of us ever addresses. I do worry that there will come a time that all this unresolved conflict is just going to overflow from some imaginary container, but now that things are still going smoothly, you are not going to hear a complaint from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An insta-fix friendship. This is an incredibly unfair shortcut that reinforces me to not confront anyone, but it works. I'm glad to have something like this to fall back on :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not making sense, but I know what I'm talking about)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-4872948276972920416?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/4872948276972920416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/09/insta-fix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4872948276972920416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4872948276972920416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/09/insta-fix.html' title='Insta-fix'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-1094071372491805520</id><published>2011-09-08T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T03:30:13.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late September 8 post (just set it to post at September 8 to make it look punctual HAHA)</title><content type='html'>Just because my 8th of September this year was incredibly epic, nerdy, and productive, I need to let it out. My Chinese 24 group is the bomb! We finished a minor project in a day... using a freaking green screen. Oh yes. We got by owned Murphy's Law for a good part of the day (and the night before), but we rose above (HAHA I'M MAKING THIS SOUND SO EPIC) all the problems and fixed the damn thing! You guys are awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 8 was supposed to be a no-class day because of our new university president's inauguration but I spent it being absolutely productive. Haha! Great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(will add pictures asap.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-1094071372491805520?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/1094071372491805520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/09/late-september-8-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1094071372491805520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1094071372491805520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/09/late-september-8-post.html' title='Late September 8 post (just set it to post at September 8 to make it look punctual HAHA)'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-4582984504983635321</id><published>2011-09-03T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T22:34:51.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThesiSaturday</title><content type='html'>Right. Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttK756JaopY/TmI4SwySWzI/AAAAAAAAAl0/UQeADZh9xc4/s1600/kenny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttK756JaopY/TmI4SwySWzI/AAAAAAAAAl0/UQeADZh9xc4/s400/kenny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me with my banana smoothie - today was such a hot day :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did thesis for maybe four hours (one of the four spent on lunch and trying to find a good place to work on thesis). Productivity levels weren't as bad as I thought, honestly! Hahaha but this entry is more on how much I spent on food today, and how much I loved today because today was just another great way to cap off another week of senior year. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now suddenly lazy to explain my day so yeah! Thesis, shopping, boy bands, ice cream, chicken. And a lot of rain and conversations in the rain with le Nicole and le Albert. You guys are so noisy (and I know I am too)! \:D/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-4582984504983635321?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/4582984504983635321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/09/thesisaturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4582984504983635321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4582984504983635321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/09/thesisaturday.html' title='ThesiSaturday'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttK756JaopY/TmI4SwySWzI/AAAAAAAAAl0/UQeADZh9xc4/s72-c/kenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-4419923461928923638</id><published>2011-08-27T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T01:09:01.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend, end, end, end!</title><content type='html'>Four day weekend, what up! :) I'm glad we have this one break that kind of cuts into an incredibly horrible next week. &lt;i&gt;Tatlong araw na nga lang, ang daming kailangang gawin pa rin&lt;/i&gt;. How depressing :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, it was my first time to miss three straight days of classes. I never miss a day of class. I love going to school, since I get to see my friends, but the classes... meh. HAHA not! Only one of them is meh this sem, honestly. I'm glad I sit in between two friends to keep me awake during that class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About missing the three days... I know I get sick more frequently than a lot of people (trust me, a fever every other week is normal), but four days!? Really :| Even I thought I had dengue, and I was about to give in to my parents asking me to get checked up (I don't like going to doctors. I believe I can rest my sickness away = ergo I am lazy HAHA). I cannot explain how horrible I know I felt then. It was bad! Couldn't get out of bed without stumbling (honestly, even now I still get dizzy. COME ON), only managed to eat one normal meal's worth of food for an entire day, blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! Glad this week's over and that we all managed to get through another one. :) Next week's another week of complaining and groaning and not sleeping hahaha! Gonna enjoy this weekend as much as I can (and study, still). Had a low-budget Friday night with two of the girls. :) More of us next time, fosho. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-4419923461928923638?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/4419923461928923638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekend-end-end-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4419923461928923638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4419923461928923638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekend-end-end-end.html' title='Weekend, end, end, end!'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-666429247593107040</id><published>2011-08-21T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T01:13:20.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It's undeniable how brilliant you are&lt;br /&gt;In an unreliable world you shine like a star&lt;br /&gt;It's unforgettable now that we've come this far&lt;br /&gt;It's unmistakable that you're undeniable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New interesting song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy week. Nothing like music to make things better. :) &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/168168159063715007-666429247593107040?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/666429247593107040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/08/song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/666429247593107040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/666429247593107040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/08/song.html' title='Song'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-7397541402677875487</id><published>2011-08-14T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:46:23.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bug'/><title type='text'>Say hello</title><content type='html'>To my best friend, my other half (literally, because we are opposites on so many levels)&lt;br /&gt;Here's to another night of weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Can I see your collarbones?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *shows her my collarbones*&lt;br /&gt;Her: I have weird collarbones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us on Skype, both showing each other our collarbones... priceless =)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fjCTC5x4EeI/TkapuJxEx-I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Z6lGcRubLfE/s1600/Video%2Bcall%2Bsnapshot%2B2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fjCTC5x4EeI/TkapuJxEx-I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Z6lGcRubLfE/s400/Video%2Bcall%2Bsnapshot%2B2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is her. This is the person who always has something weird to say, and the only person who will ever see me looking like a total freak on Skype :P &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/168168159063715007-7397541402677875487?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/7397541402677875487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/08/say-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7397541402677875487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7397541402677875487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/08/say-hello.html' title='Say hello'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fjCTC5x4EeI/TkapuJxEx-I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Z6lGcRubLfE/s72-c/Video%2Bcall%2Bsnapshot%2B2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-8274735630310199249</id><published>2011-08-13T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T14:15:40.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debates and the bigger picture</title><content type='html'>Today we had a debate in Chinese Society class. Had to defend China's implementation of the One-Child Policy... something that I personally think has equal advantages and disadvantages. Debate earlier was so informal, so relaxed... I don't think I'd mind doing it again! Chinese Soc class is the smallest class I've ever been in-with 12 people in the class, it isn't hard to get to know each other quickly. I absolutely love that class. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GnOEQvSyMhs/TkYV8M513PI/AAAAAAAAAkU/DXkw0Qi_BYo/s1600/debate%2Bteam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GnOEQvSyMhs/TkYV8M513PI/AAAAAAAAAkU/DXkw0Qi_BYo/s320/debate%2Bteam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lovely proposition team! We don't really like the policy but we did our best to find stuff supporting it :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to debates in general... I hate that there are such things. I do get that there are a lot of things that require a really intense scrutiny to be able to come up with a decision, but a lot of the debates I've had to participate in are on things that I think can be solved with compromise. That's right-I always tend to think that two opposing groups can settle their differences by meeting each other halfway, and by coming up with a solution that works for both sides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a psychological perspective, I think I prefer that kind of solution because it keeps everyone happy without having to worry about unwanted conflict. Ergo, I hate conflict. Ergo... I'd rather talk things out with anyone I have a problem with, rather than force the way I want things done on him/her. Ergo... I cannot confront anyone at all. I am a total coward when it comes to confronting people, having to tell someone that I disagree, and imposing my opinion in general. Yeah, that's me, a scaredy cat. It sucks, but it's the safe way out. Always the safe way out. The safe way out always means a constant avoidance of anything that can lead to conflict. I always try to make sure that things around me are happy and sunshine and rainbows and shit. Good? To a certain extent. Bad? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I know I get pushed around and taken for granted and... whatever. I'm used to it. It isn't so bad, anyway... I get to stay behind the scenes and watch whatever current drama there is unfold (not that I like it). Unfortunately I seem to unintentionally have a part in some of the drama that happens, and I don't like it, so I avoid it. So me. I've been told off about this so many times by my best friends. I KNOW, I KNOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-8274735630310199249?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/8274735630310199249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/08/debates-and-bigger-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8274735630310199249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8274735630310199249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/08/debates-and-bigger-picture.html' title='Debates and the bigger picture'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GnOEQvSyMhs/TkYV8M513PI/AAAAAAAAAkU/DXkw0Qi_BYo/s72-c/debate%2Bteam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-3890484479921916486</id><published>2011-08-11T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T01:53:57.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTH'/><title type='text'>Immanuel Kant</title><content type='html'>Man am I lucky to have a philosophy class that doesn't make me go through the actual philosophical text. Instead, we get a handy-dandy book, written by our professor (yay), which really does explain the different philosophical angles in a way even I would understand (I am honestly the worst person at analyzing text like this. I LIVE FOR READINGS THAT ARE STRAIGHT TO THE POINT - see my future post on Teodoro Agoncillo-yes, I'll find time to make one). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.plurk.com/3199874_1420faddd67a407ef1421dcec054556e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ze best philosophy book ever! Moral law/ethics, I love yooouuuuu. Hope you love me too HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am appreciating philosophy! Who would have thought. Just a year ago I cursed this subject to high hell (though Ph102 did give me a lot to think about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's best friend is Immanuel Kant - and while I don't have his exact words, I'm liking his three fundamental questions and (since I can't be bothered with reading the entire thing just yet) his claim that for us to be able to conclude that we &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt;, we have to make sure that every single little detail/element/whatever you want to call little pieces of a unified whole, when combined, make for one flawless whole... thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next paragraph? &lt;i&gt;The norm for truth then is the norm of coherence.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by my understanding, that hits the nail right on the head... because something related to my humdrum life had to pop up in my head the moment I read that sentence. HAHAHAHAHA what a narcissist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...people, things and events coming all together into one coherent experience."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING A COLLEGE GRADUATE WOULD SAY ABOUT THE PERFECT COLLEGE EXPERIENCE. I hope to be able to say that, too! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. I'm going back to reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-3890484479921916486?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/3890484479921916486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/08/immanuel-kant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3890484479921916486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3890484479921916486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/08/immanuel-kant.html' title='Immanuel Kant'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-3276819707829408817</id><published>2011-08-03T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T21:32:36.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreary dreary + I am currently addicted to...</title><content type='html'>Weather is horrible! Two days of school gone just like that. Today (Wednesday) was my first official day of class for the week, and I am extremely demotivated as hell to do ANYTHING. Figured out earlier today that the lib really is a magical place, because it is only there that I am encouraged to actually read the mountain of related lit we hoarded for thesis. Two out of ten? Not bad. I can probably get everything read plus get a good set of notes done in the library. Home is for bumming now, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like the rain - on a shallow note, I can wear clothes that I'd normally NOT wear because they absorb sweat horribly. Second... it's so dark and gloomy, I love it. Doesn't really match my general disposition but I kinda like walking with all the greyness towering over me, haha. Thunder and lightning still scare me to death, though. Grey skies = happy-emo me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the thing I am currently addicted to (this is pretty much for me to look back on and to laugh at in a few years -- yes, I am assuming I still keep this blog constantly updated in the years to come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frigging milk tea. I am definitely not alone in saying this. Like Jb said earlier today (non-verbatim)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wow I want this drink to never end!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the words right out of my mouth. I usually take A LOT of time so I get more time to enjoy the drink... hahaha why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/b&gt; Milk. Tea. &lt;i&gt;Sago.&lt;/i&gt; This has caught on in Ateneo and there are a lot of establishments popping up in Katipunan... UGH. Definitely the new frozen yogurt. A lot cheaper (but still expensive) and well... IT'S ADDICTING. We've managed to try out all the existing establishments on Katips right now, but I have yet to try out Happy Lemon (which will probably get a branch near Ateneo soon). This needs to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just wanted to let that all out! Enjoying the weather (and am thankful for a good house, I know I'm lucky to not have been affected by the storms) and trying to get by with school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-3276819707829408817?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/3276819707829408817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/08/dreary-dreary-i-am-currently-addicted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3276819707829408817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3276819707829408817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/08/dreary-dreary-i-am-currently-addicted.html' title='Dreary dreary + I am currently addicted to...'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-3334473169560469348</id><published>2011-07-31T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T03:34:36.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senioritis</title><content type='html'>HAHA I feel it. We all feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We've spent a lot of free time trying to remember random freshie moments&lt;br /&gt;- We made an attempt to recall stuff that happened the first day of OrSem&lt;br /&gt;- We've gone through old photos (and died of embarrassment because, REALLY, WHY DID WE DO THOSE THINGS!?)&lt;br /&gt;- We've laughed at people we used to swoon over HAHAHAHA WHAT&lt;br /&gt;- We're all freaking scared of the &lt;s&gt;wonderful&lt;/s&gt; world of work&lt;br /&gt;- We all feel old (yes, so do I!)&lt;br /&gt;- We're more mature... and then some. (some = immature)&lt;br /&gt;- We're making bucket lists of THINGS WE NEED TO DO BEFORE COLLEGE ENDS. IT'S LOOMING OVER OUR HEADS, NOOOOOOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/cue emo picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lepubtoP5I1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOH SO NEAR. I don't want to think about it :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-3334473169560469348?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/3334473169560469348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/senioritis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3334473169560469348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3334473169560469348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/senioritis.html' title='Senioritis'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-3180159440568413544</id><published>2011-07-25T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T21:37:30.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you deal with</title><content type='html'>A guy who has problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard enough to figure out how to respond when a girl friend starts to pour out all her problems in one go. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate that I am someone that you can come to when you want someone to listen, but that's what I do. LISTEN. Sometimes it feels like listening to someone close to me tell me such sad things hurts, because all I can do is listen. It's the best I can do. I wish I could do more and give amazing solve-it-all advice or something, but I suck at it and I don't know, I feel I should be better at it seeing as I major in a course where careers are built on giving good advice to total strangers. I feel helpless when all I can do is listen and lamely give my friend a hug, or a cliche "things will be fine. Cheer up", because I know there are people who can do better things for her than that. And she definitely deserves more than a hug and some lame words. Added bonus if my friend starts to cry... I feel even sadder, because in all the times I've tried to cheer crying friends up, I don't think I've ever succeeded. Most people know that I hate seeing my friends sad, so I do virtually anything to cheer them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now seeing as I have enough trouble with a girl coming to me with problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the heck do you deal with a guy who suddenly blurts out his problems to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's easier or harder to deal with a guy. Depends on the person, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This HAS happened quite a bit, and the one time I actually managed to help (MIND YOU, I WAS SO PROUD I ACTUALLY HELPED)... I cannot explain how happy it made me. Some feeling of accomplishment, haha. And the guy in question is pretty happy now, hooray! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real problem is dealing with the people who I KNOW have a problem, but won't spit it out. When I do try to ask about it, I get close to nothing in reply. I can tell (yes, I can! HAHA) that there's something bothering them, and I want so badly to help, but I can't. It's a horrible feeling, being denied the chance to help. This actually goes for guys and girls alike, but I've noticed this more in guy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAY YOU GUYS. CAN'T ALWAYS BE PROUD, DARN IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-3180159440568413544?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/3180159440568413544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-do-you-deal-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3180159440568413544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3180159440568413544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-do-you-deal-with.html' title='How do you deal with'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-3300180691041041480</id><published>2011-07-23T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:08:03.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>“She must find a boat and sail in it. No guarantee of shore. Only a conviction that what she wanted could exist, if she dared to find it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Jeanette Winterson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-3300180691041041480?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/3300180691041041480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3300180691041041480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3300180691041041480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-8776548892727136567</id><published>2011-07-14T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T02:40:29.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>ME: nyah nyah &lt;br /&gt;ME: i confuse youuu &lt;br /&gt;JB: tsss &lt;br /&gt;JB: i know you are &lt;br /&gt;ME: no you don’t &lt;br /&gt;JB: i know &lt;br /&gt;JB: really &lt;br /&gt;JB: you know what &lt;br /&gt;JB: i don't have time for this &lt;br /&gt;JB: goodbye carissa &lt;br /&gt;ME: :)) &lt;br /&gt;ME: goodbye jb &lt;br /&gt;JB: no &lt;br /&gt;JB: badbye &lt;br /&gt;JB: X-( &lt;br /&gt;JB: tagal ko hanapin yung mad emoticon &lt;br /&gt;JB: hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we do.&lt;br /&gt;(circa 2009. Our friendship has never changed.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-8776548892727136567?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/8776548892727136567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8776548892727136567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8776548892727136567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/goodbyes.html' title='Goodbyes'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-7800252397914561391</id><published>2011-07-13T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T22:58:40.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19!? :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQdhc_wQXsk/Th2pV0KOmlI/AAAAAAAAAj8/XBqWFX25iz8/s1600/19th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQdhc_wQXsk/Th2pV0KOmlI/AAAAAAAAAj8/XBqWFX25iz8/s400/19th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M 19. I just got used to being 18 and legal... GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEET MY AMAZING COLLEGE FRIENDS (most of them, since a lot of them had left at this point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me at the middle farthest end of the table; left side, farthest to nearest: Jb, Glo, Franz; right side, farthest to nearest: Luke, Kat, Marielle, Albert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who have again managed to surprise me after two surprises in the past. How gullible can I be :)) So easy to surprise. Hahaha I can't believe they made an effort to stay for dinner and I can't believe I saw ALL OF THEM IN ONE DAY!!! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no more details because I am extremely lazy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, guys (insert heart here)!!! I love youuu aaaall :DDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Buuuuuut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this would have been possible without this crazy person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I-ouHsl8iQI/Th2wIaNPTgI/AAAAAAAAAkE/zoNWKc11DUM/s1600/maaaarj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="232" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I-ouHsl8iQI/Th2wIaNPTgI/AAAAAAAAAkE/zoNWKc11DUM/s320/maaaarj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRRRRRRRRL, get ready. HAHA LABYU. You're the best. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-7800252397914561391?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/7800252397914561391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7800252397914561391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7800252397914561391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/19.html' title='19!? :|'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQdhc_wQXsk/Th2pV0KOmlI/AAAAAAAAAj8/XBqWFX25iz8/s72-c/19th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-7531948647139421054</id><published>2011-07-12T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T02:44:40.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramarama</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwce1xBUJ21qztxpko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I can't believe I blogged this on Tumblr more than a year ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-7531948647139421054?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/7531948647139421054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/dramarama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7531948647139421054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7531948647139421054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/dramarama.html' title='Dramarama'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-3281726442339659995</id><published>2011-07-10T04:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T04:32:30.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The birthday</title><content type='html'>It's 4:30 in the morning of my birthday, and I'm still not asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-3281726442339659995?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/3281726442339659995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3281726442339659995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3281726442339659995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthday.html' title='The birthday'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-8602648111611084587</id><published>2011-07-09T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T01:43:22.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adjustment</title><content type='html'>Throughout life we play a lot of roles - we mean different things to different people, and since life is a dynamic, ever-changing experience, the way other people mean to us (and vise versa) is always subject to change, for better or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a daughter, a big sister, a friend, a best friend, a cousin, and I play a lot of other roles that I don't think I can label. We all do. We can be the person that people come to for advice, the person that people count on to give them a laugh, or the person who keeps everyone's secrets without judgment or disapproval. It's pretty cool how we shift from one role to another, depending on who we encounter.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we are given opportunities to mean something else to someone. God opens up these windows, I guess. We get a chance to prove that we are more than what we used to be because of our experience with certain people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/begin self-centered bit that makes no sense because I attempt to be cryptic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been given a lot of opportunities like that. I don't know if it's just me being silly scared of trying to be more than what I am, but I find it hard to adjust to change, especially if the change is that drastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm stuck between two roles - one I've been playing for a really long time now, and another that probably isn't plausible but I know is within my reach. Change isn't always good. In this case, I've almost got it in my head that not changing is the best thing to do. I can't change my role if I know that it can end up destroying another person's role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am guilty. I don't like seeing people get hurt. I don't like seeing people less than optimistic and happy, and I say this because while I know I am a pessimist, I (think I) always try to be brought down by any of my internal negativity (hello, cognitive dissonance). Yeah, there's nothing to be done about this for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am regretful. The age-old problem of wanting to travel in time applies to me as well - there are always those moments in life that you end up thinking about - in the process you think of a better way you could have handled the situation. This is me right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end of weird Laura rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm adjusting. I've had this role for years and I'm still trying to adjust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-8602648111611084587?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/8602648111611084587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/adjustment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8602648111611084587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8602648111611084587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/adjustment.html' title='Adjustment'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-9098636221211023738</id><published>2011-07-07T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T23:28:11.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the pessimism in my head right now</title><content type='html'>You're out of your element.&lt;br /&gt;You won't get any further than this. &lt;br /&gt;You are WAY out of your league.&lt;br /&gt;There's no way for anything good to come of this.&lt;br /&gt;You're a fallback.&lt;br /&gt;You're a pushover.&lt;br /&gt;You know you're guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all your fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-9098636221211023738?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/9098636221211023738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-pessimism-in-my-head-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/9098636221211023738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/9098636221211023738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-pessimism-in-my-head-right-now.html' title='All the pessimism in my head right now'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-605880350372501791</id><published>2011-07-05T02:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T02:38:55.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GPOY for the school year so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxhlfo98Ew1qa5ou2o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GPOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lack of anything better to say + I AM TIRED AND FRUSTRATED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-605880350372501791?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/605880350372501791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/gpoy-for-school-year-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/605880350372501791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/605880350372501791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/07/gpoy-for-school-year-so-far.html' title='GPOY for the school year so far'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-2648494994212535266</id><published>2011-06-27T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T01:21:27.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The plug</title><content type='html'>Every time I think things are looking up, something bad happens. Bam. Back to zero. It's like someone pulls the (metaphorical) plug every time. I can think of a ton of other metaphors (not really), but that's probably the best one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally not feeling senior year yet. These long weekends are spoiling us. :P We'll get there, somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-2648494994212535266?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/2648494994212535266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/06/plug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2648494994212535266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2648494994212535266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/06/plug.html' title='The plug'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-5333056107199677797</id><published>2011-06-25T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:29:14.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My big mouth + dramatic blurb on college friends</title><content type='html'>I've probably gotten a lot of people in trouble with my big mouth but I do know my place when it comes to saying things to other people. Trust me, in college, I did not expect to be what I am now - someone people actually TALK TO. I have no idea how this happened since I wasn't exactly the most social butterfly-esque person back in high school (TRUST ME), but it happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a large circle of friends (around 15) makes it hard to meet up and see each other as a whole group difficult, and through the years (omg I'm making us sound OLD) things have happened that have... severed some of the ties of friendship originally formed. We're all still hoping for things to change, so hopefully this one's still an open book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the big mouth - being someone who likes being around people and likes talking to a lot of people, I get a lot of different stories, sometimes even the same story from two different people, but with completely different versions. Plus, I DO have a life and I do see things happen that are sometimes contrary to things that people tell me (I might be the only person following my own train of thought here) so it gets difficult and awkward to handle things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have sworn secrecy to A LOT of people for a lot of different things, but I admit that I am not perfect and out of a sudden burst of emotion (usually anger/fear of... stuff) I end up less-than-tactful and I blurt out a thing or two I know I shouldn't, and I'm sorry about that. This is probably directed at one person in general (though you probably know almost nothing of this) since I generally know a lot about you and I end up saying things about you when I feel absolutely horrible, which, for the record, has happened... three times? But trust me, I haven't said anything... extreme. You're one of my closest friends and I kind of have this mental list of things I can never ever ever say to anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... this is me apologizing. I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha this is so badly written but who cares, I needed to get this off my chest as cryptically as I possibly ever could&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-5333056107199677797?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/5333056107199677797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-big-mouth-dramatic-blurb-on-college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/5333056107199677797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/5333056107199677797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-big-mouth-dramatic-blurb-on-college.html' title='My big mouth + dramatic blurb on college friends'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-7666177609402588748</id><published>2011-06-16T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T23:45:34.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>When we say things like “people don’t change” it drives scientist crazy because change is literally the only constant in all of science. Energy. Matter. It’s always changing, morphing, merging, growing, dying. It’s the way people try not to change that’s unnatural. The way we cling to what things were instead of letting things be what they are. The way we cling to old memories instead of forming new ones. The way we insist on believing despite every scientific indication that anything in this lifetime is permanent. Change is constant. How we experience change that’s up to us. It can feel like death or it can feel like a second chance at life. If we open our fingers, loosen our grips, go with it, it can feel like pure adrenaline. Like at any moment we can have another chance at life. Like at any moment, we can be born all over again.&lt;br /&gt;- Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy s07xe01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder how much I've changed. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder how college has changed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-7666177609402588748?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/7666177609402588748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/06/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7666177609402588748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7666177609402588748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/06/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-2579550172424389854</id><published>2011-06-14T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T01:17:27.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARJ HAHAHA'/><title type='text'>Embarrassment</title><content type='html'>...I know nothing of it. HAHAHA here is proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7pKu91tHWo/Tfd7GurHa5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/jws3tO1Ad-w/s1600/forks%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7pKu91tHWo/Tfd7GurHa5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/jws3tO1Ad-w/s400/forks%2521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618094415706286994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the friend I can always look like THAT with. HAHAHA walang hiyaan na. I wish we could spend more time with the rest of the girls. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to senior year and starting it (embarrassingly) well! Cheeeeeers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-2579550172424389854?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/2579550172424389854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/06/embarrassment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2579550172424389854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2579550172424389854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/06/embarrassment.html' title='Embarrassment'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7pKu91tHWo/Tfd7GurHa5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/jws3tO1Ad-w/s72-c/forks%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-9065957955780195279</id><published>2011-06-14T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T02:42:00.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Music</title><content type='html'>(am I not on a weird short writing spree tonight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got too much of it to even SAY... that. Not even here, on my blog. I can't even write it. Even thinking it makes me cringe. This sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told that my heightened pride is good for me, and that my pride is probably the good kind, and that my pride is one of my good qualities (haha so all that is basically from one person. Irrelevant)... but I know myself this much, and I know that this pride is eating me up inside. I know it. All these feelings of wanting to explode? I think it's my pride telling me to give it up - but I can't. I hate the unknown - who KNOWS what'll happen once I let my guard down. No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, it's music that allows me to get everything off my chest. Music is like a nice long bath to me - when I find a song that I think explains how I feel the best, I sing my heart out. No kidding, MY HEART OUT. This singing makes me feel clean and brand new - it feels almost the same as expressing whatever it is to whoever it is I want to express whatever it is to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine what I would be like without music, without those perfectly written lyrics that send weird shivers down my spine/pangs to my heart (sounds wrong, but okay) because it feels like those specific lines were written just for me, for that moment of mine. &lt;s&gt;But everyone feels this way at some point in their lives, yes?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine the words I would say (or keep even more hidden) to people without music to stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say that music feeds my pride. Yeah, it does. I'm not gonna lie, it hurts. My pride is only happy enough to... what, level up?... after THAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one song on loop right now and it seriously just hits the spot. It's been on for more than an hour, and I keep on yelling out the words, imagining that the people I want to actually say them to are in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will this end :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO DRAMATIC SLDKAJFHKFSDJ F THAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-9065957955780195279?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/9065957955780195279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/06/pride-and-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/9065957955780195279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/9065957955780195279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/06/pride-and-music.html' title='Pride and Music'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-1958012901581988755</id><published>2011-06-14T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T01:36:35.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmnvddzUtv1qczgjeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the difficult things fate/God/destiny/&lt;b&gt;karma&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;s&gt;whatever you believe in&lt;/s&gt; throws my way are things that the universe thinks I can handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is hold my own, and hope it proves to be enough in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pay for my mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-1958012901581988755?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/1958012901581988755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/06/strength.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1958012901581988755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1958012901581988755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/06/strength.html' title='Strength'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-1585104491188986365</id><published>2011-06-14T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T01:17:55.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP IT</title><content type='html'>Stopitstopitstopitstopitcarissastopitstopitstopitstopit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-1585104491188986365?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/1585104491188986365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/06/stop-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1585104491188986365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1585104491188986365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/06/stop-it.html' title='STOP IT'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-9065548038220795263</id><published>2011-06-06T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T15:19:43.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARJ HAHAHA'/><title type='text'>C and K</title><content type='html'>One of the funniest conversations I've had in a while :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marj: Nalilito ako sa picknick at panic&lt;br /&gt;Carissa: Picnic&lt;br /&gt;Carissa: Walang k pareho girl&lt;br /&gt;Marj: HAHAHA PICKNICK. ANG BOBO SHET.&lt;br /&gt;Marj: Ano yung may K?&lt;br /&gt;Marj: TRAFICK?&lt;br /&gt;Marj: WALA DIN&lt;br /&gt;Marj/Carissa: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Carissa: Di ko maisip kung ano yung may k na malapit sa mga words na yun&lt;br /&gt;Marj: AH! PACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone else is going to find this funny since we were both (and are still) packing for Zambales at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. NAKAKAINIS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-9065548038220795263?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/9065548038220795263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/06/c-and-k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/9065548038220795263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/9065548038220795263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/06/c-and-k.html' title='C and K'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-6340798872442997882</id><published>2011-05-29T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:37:14.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEST POST</title><content type='html'>I think I found an app I can use to blog from my phone. YEESSSS. I can virtually live without my laptop (unless, well, I have to write a paper or watch something) since I have all my social networks on my phone. Damn. I better not lose this phone, ever =)) Hooray for test post. I hope this works. I'm going to be even more talkative at this rate. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-6340798872442997882?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/6340798872442997882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/test-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/6340798872442997882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/6340798872442997882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/test-post.html' title='TEST POST'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-6893982989048852816</id><published>2011-05-28T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T23:55:47.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“I may still not know what I want to be when I grow up, but I do know that someday I want to live in a house filled with my books and travel souvenirs. And the walls that aren’t covered in bookshelves will be covered with photos of my family and friends. When I leave the house I will be going to a job I love, and I’ll return to a person I love. So, that’s the dream I’m working on.” (Amber Morely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally the general idea of my dream too. All I need to do is to fill in the blanks, somehow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-6893982989048852816?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/6893982989048852816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/6893982989048852816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/6893982989048852816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/dream.html' title='The dream'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-6628826589483969917</id><published>2011-05-26T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:58:21.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should do this every year</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Decided to steal our desktop PC's keyboard so yeah... I can type properly.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I thiiiiink I know who I was referring to in this survey I did a few years back (HI MARJ, you probably can too. 2009. HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of JUST ONE PERSON and i mean ONLY ONE. :D Then answer these questions basing it only to that ONE PERSON. :) HAVE FUN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. he/she your friend in friendster or facebook?&lt;br /&gt;- Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. why'd you pick him/her for this survey?&lt;br /&gt;- That's the first person I thought about. Haha nothing to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what song do you remember when you think of that person?&lt;br /&gt;- Sway - The Perishers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. why?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, some random overanalyzed event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. is the height okay?&lt;br /&gt;- I actually never noticed. Hahaha or I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. good at dancing?&lt;br /&gt;- Doubt it. Hmm a flat-out NO would probably be more accurate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. does the person look like any of the celebrities or something?&lt;br /&gt;- HAHA ACTUALLY THIS ONE DOES LOOK LIKE A FEW &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. have you seen the person get mad?&lt;br /&gt;- Never seen. Just vibed. WHAT AM I SAYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. how about smile?&lt;br /&gt;- Uh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. cry?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. what does he/she love to wear?&lt;br /&gt;- Regular clothes. Nothing special, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. does he/she make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, I guess so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. is he a big part of your life now?&lt;br /&gt;- No :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. name an object that would remind you about the person.&lt;br /&gt;- A paper clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. you guys friends?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. you guys ever hang?&lt;br /&gt;- That's so chill. But yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. did he/she ever give you something? anything?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes? :)) I guess so. That counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. you've got a codename for that person?&lt;br /&gt;- Used to. I think we have a lot :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. you think the person would read this and get a hint that your thinking about him/her?&lt;br /&gt;- No. I'm super vague with my answers... so no. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. what would you want to say to the person?&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing. Bahala siya. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-6628826589483969917?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/6628826589483969917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-should-do-this-every-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/6628826589483969917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/6628826589483969917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-should-do-this-every-year.html' title='I should do this every year'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-5991966870094299084</id><published>2011-05-24T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T13:56:53.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my shift key</title><content type='html'>the shift key on my keyboard doesn't work. the y doesn't work either, unless i press it reaaaally hard. it's annoying to have to post this way - i don't want to be bothered by using that stupid on-screen keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH LAPTOP. you've been with me for almost four years. &lt;br /&gt;i haven't tried rebooting yet because i'm making the most of this day - i'm sick and i can't eat anything without vomiting/pooping it out /sadface/ ...EXCEPT FOR JUNK FOOD. what is selective digestive system. my body has gotten so used to me eating junk food that it doesn't reject it despite the fact that i am probably really burned out. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hong kong in A WEEK. A WEEEEEEEK. i can't use exclamation points fml how can i be expressive D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need my colons and question marks and /proper/ sadfaces. ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-5991966870094299084?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/5991966870094299084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-shift-key.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/5991966870094299084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/5991966870094299084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-shift-key.html' title='my shift key'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-5843371363226600686</id><published>2011-05-18T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T00:18:20.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>International</title><content type='html'>I know I'm going to be cursing myself for writing at a time like this (you know, I have to be up in 5 hours... but okay. HAHA) but I remembered this after talking to a few friends and well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.plurk.com/3199874_1743efdfaccf9cd9e4893667cb1786a1.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO I LOOK REMOTELY CHINESE TO YOU? Hahaha I don't get itttt. Even here, Chinese people come and talk to me in Chinese... come on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do look Chinese, that just makes my dream of studying/working in Hong Kong (for a few years) a lot more realistic. Hahaha as if I need to look Chinese to go there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-5843371363226600686?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/5843371363226600686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/international.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/5843371363226600686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/5843371363226600686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/international.html' title='International'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-3352104684809270379</id><published>2011-05-15T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T01:59:09.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A debut</title><content type='html'>So I went to a debut today (after a really long time of not going to one)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow that was fun. I need younger friends HAHAHA but I so many things happened that I did not expect :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping I remember what I'm talking about if I ever backtrack on my posts. MAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-3352104684809270379?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/3352104684809270379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/debut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3352104684809270379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3352104684809270379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/debut.html' title='A debut'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-2860528978399871720</id><published>2011-05-14T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T08:44:04.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going</title><content type='html'>“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”&lt;br /&gt;“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t much care where–” said Alice.&lt;br /&gt;“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat.&lt;br /&gt;“–so long as I get SOMEWHERE,” Alice added as an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”&lt;br /&gt;“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t much care where–” said Alice.&lt;br /&gt;“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat.&lt;br /&gt;“–so long as I get SOMEWHERE,” Alice added as an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-2860528978399871720?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/2860528978399871720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2860528978399871720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2860528978399871720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/going.html' title='Going'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-5433705858079641084</id><published>2011-05-12T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T00:44:56.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - Your favorite song</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6hzrDeceEKc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderwall - Oasis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it only has 33 million views.&lt;br /&gt;Still, this is it. I don't know why it's my favorite song, but it's been one of my most constant favorites (you know, since my favorite color, book, movie, and band have changed so many times and probably will still change).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-5433705858079641084?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/5433705858079641084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-1-your-favorite-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/5433705858079641084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/5433705858079641084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-1-your-favorite-song.html' title='Day 1 - Your favorite song'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6hzrDeceEKc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-1194938196367952897</id><published>2011-05-12T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T00:42:04.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><title type='text'>The 30-day Song Challenge</title><content type='html'>day 01 - your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;day 02 - your least favorite song&lt;br /&gt;day 03 - a song that makes you happy &lt;br /&gt;day 04 - a song that makes you sad&lt;br /&gt;day 05 - a song that reminds you of someone&lt;br /&gt;day 06 - a song that reminds you of somewhere&lt;br /&gt;day 07 - a song that reminds you of a certain event &lt;br /&gt;day 08 - a song that you know all the words to&lt;br /&gt;day 09 - a song that you can dance to&lt;br /&gt;day 10 - a song that makes you fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;day 11 - a song from your favorite band &lt;br /&gt;day 12 - a song from a band you hate &lt;br /&gt;day 13 - a song that is a guilty pleasure &lt;br /&gt;day 14 - a song that no one would expect you to love &lt;br /&gt;day 15 - a song that describes you &lt;br /&gt;day 16 - a song that you used to love but now hate &lt;br /&gt;day 17 - a song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;day 18 - a song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;day 19 - a song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;day 20 - a song that you listen to when you’re angry &lt;br /&gt;day 21 - a song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;day 22 - a song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;day 23 - a song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;day 24 - a song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;day 25 - a song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;day 26 - a song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;day 27 - a song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;day 28 - a song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;day 29 - a song from your childhood &lt;br /&gt;day 30 - your favorite song at this time last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I can do this. Much easier, I love thinking of songs to write about. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-1194938196367952897?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/1194938196367952897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-day-song-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1194938196367952897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1194938196367952897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-day-song-challenge.html' title='The 30-day Song Challenge'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-7359093395888592628</id><published>2011-05-05T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T21:28:14.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing my amazing thesis group</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Vh2oRYoJOU/TcKfDdJl8nI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Hgu9eIK2nYU/s1600/thesisgroup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Vh2oRYoJOU/TcKfDdJl8nI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Hgu9eIK2nYU/s400/thesisgroup2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603215768115606130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UG4wCZ8s8Y0/TcKfDJL6BuI/AAAAAAAAAjc/TyJgOokEvFg/s1600/thesisgroup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UG4wCZ8s8Y0/TcKfDJL6BuI/AAAAAAAAAjc/TyJgOokEvFg/s400/thesisgroup1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603215762756601570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to the two people I trust most in the block (well, work-wise). This is my thesis groooouuup! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and no, this is not something we do often. I'm lucky we all decided to group together! It's always fun bonding with these two :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-7359093395888592628?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/7359093395888592628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/introducing-my-amazing-thesis-group.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7359093395888592628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7359093395888592628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/introducing-my-amazing-thesis-group.html' title='Introducing my amazing thesis group'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Vh2oRYoJOU/TcKfDdJl8nI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Hgu9eIK2nYU/s72-c/thesisgroup2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-7139562362507775058</id><published>2011-05-04T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:29:22.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's something about</title><content type='html'>someone who wants you but don't need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting Ne-Yo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really really tired and I think I need to get to sleep in a few minutes, but I'm savoring all this time I have to surf haha what. I can actually feel a fever coming on. Work today was reaaally tiring. I hate having to look at data for that long. How can my boss's boss's boss have more than 700 contacts on his phone? :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-7139562362507775058?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/7139562362507775058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/theres-something-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7139562362507775058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7139562362507775058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/theres-something-about.html' title='There&apos;s something about'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-6521450473770574679</id><published>2011-05-04T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:44:13.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just gonna leave this here #2</title><content type='html'>The awkward moment when someone is lying to you and you know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is tiring me out. My heart hurts (literally, not heartbreak-wise) and I can't figure out why. Arghhhhh I'm going to get sick one of these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-6521450473770574679?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/6521450473770574679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-gonna-leave-this-here-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/6521450473770574679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/6521450473770574679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-gonna-leave-this-here-2.html' title='Just gonna leave this here #2'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-9020117084285311700</id><published>2011-05-01T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:47:13.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on hold</title><content type='html'>AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEESSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(will insert relevant photos here IF I FIND ANYTHING DECENT HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home from Nicole's parents' wedding renewal reception/overnight... amazing. Weddings really are magical, and I say that wholeheartedly because I still don't think I want to have my own. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my blockmates. Last night proved how much fun we can all have together. Small room + wrecked AC + good food + bad jokes + a couple of bottles of stuff (Thanks a lot, Luke .__.) + cards + a swimming pool = no sleep + heightened sense of hearing + non-stop laughing + dizzy everyone. So much fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy we got to do this despite having work... well, tomorrow. This means we can do this when we're all really working? Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-9020117084285311700?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/9020117084285311700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-on-hold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/9020117084285311700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/9020117084285311700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-on-hold.html' title='Life on hold'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-7418025250168018376</id><published>2011-04-28T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:32:08.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe this</title><content type='html'>I actually look forward to going to school now- not that I hate going to work. I'd gotten so used to seeing my blockmates 5/6 times a week that I end up missing them after a few days of not seeing them! HAHA lucky probably only one blockmate reads this... HA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a free burger! Thank you, Burger King Rizal, for having absent-minded servers. Pj got three burgers instead of two, so he gave me his extra! \:D/ hooray for having a huge appetite. I probably was the only person who wasn't full enough for seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ and yes, free food is an absolute high point of any day of mine, so I had to say it. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suchafunday. I can't believe I agreed to work until the end of May... BUT I GET PAID TOMORROW. Hello motivation. I'm loving work now, anyway. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-7418025250168018376?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/7418025250168018376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-cant-believe-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7418025250168018376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7418025250168018376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-cant-believe-this.html' title='I can&apos;t believe this'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-4708894142091687243</id><published>2011-04-26T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:22:18.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh and</title><content type='html'>I was in such a hurry to get to bed (which I should have done, oh, 20 minutes ago... I need to be up by 5:30 O_O) that I forgot to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR JUNE! Aaaahhhhhhhhh that'll probably be the only summer thing I'm going to have. Yes. I don't want to spoil anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-4708894142091687243?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/4708894142091687243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4708894142091687243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4708894142091687243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-and.html' title='Oh and'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-8229636109086605455</id><published>2011-04-26T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:20:34.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>36 degrees</title><content type='html'>Hot hot summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE BEEN EATING ICE CREAM EVERY NIGHT. ALMOST A PINT EVERY NIGHT. KILL ME NOW NOOOO I don't think this is going to get me anywhere in the gaining-weight-but-not-getting-fat goal :| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hot. I really do eat less on windy days. Weirdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-8229636109086605455?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/8229636109086605455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/36-degrees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8229636109086605455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8229636109086605455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/36-degrees.html' title='36 degrees'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-3208633074966109508</id><published>2011-04-24T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T01:26:25.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ffffuuuuu hahahahahahahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.thrilld.com/images/photos/thumbs/th_500_375_1303083909_tumblr_lindan34NU1qit28so1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABAAAM. Saw this a few minutes ago. Just gonna leave this here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I can't believe that the first thing that came to mind was "which one are we talking about?" FFFUUUU HAHAHAHA nagmumukha akong feeling eh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-3208633074966109508?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/3208633074966109508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/ffffuuuuu-hahahahahahahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3208633074966109508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3208633074966109508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/ffffuuuuu-hahahahahahahahaha.html' title='Ffffuuuuu hahahahahahahahaha'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-9208846481893291587</id><published>2011-04-21T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:22:19.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Block C</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05zTEv17_hg/TbBLCVyn3CI/AAAAAAAAAi4/M89VEY6MmOM/s1600/DSCN5796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05zTEv17_hg/TbBLCVyn3CI/AAAAAAAAAi4/M89VEY6MmOM/s400/DSCN5796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598056840402820130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture whilst trying to clean up my documents. Aww, how long has it been :| A lot of us have grown apart, some not even on speaking terms, not in the same block... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm happy to have the 10+ blockmates I still am close with. One last year!!! Let's make it memorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ffffffuuuu why'd I have to find this :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-9208846481893291587?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/9208846481893291587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/block-c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/9208846481893291587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/9208846481893291587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/block-c.html' title='Block C'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05zTEv17_hg/TbBLCVyn3CI/AAAAAAAAAi4/M89VEY6MmOM/s72-c/DSCN5796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-2583066717732271070</id><published>2011-04-21T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T19:43:32.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a complaint post (mostly for me, so don't read it? Haha)</title><content type='html'>I'm actually pretty jealous of everyone who's had some sort of summer outing because frankly I haven't got time for any yet. :( To add to this, my parents are fresh from Europe and are bursting with stories about their trip. Cue jealousy and wishful thinking. In the meantime I've been sick because of the crazy weather and grumpy because of all the people who have been getting on my nerves lately. To add to my negativity, my brother gets a bunch of stuff from Europe and I get four Toblerone bars, simply because "we didn't know what you wanted, so we got you chocolate, since you always eat chocolate anyway". Don't get me wrong. I love my parents, and I get along with them, and I always remember that everything I do in school (and now, in work) is for them, to make sure that their money is put to good use. Not that I'm thankful for this, but really? Chocolate... you guys get me chocolate wherever you go. My brother gets clothes. Lanyards. CDs. Grumpy grumpy grumpy. I sound like a spoiled kid. Excuse the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent a week at my cousins' so my brother and I don't have to scrounge for food the entire two weeks our parents were out. Good times. I guess that counts as a summer outing. Did nothing but eat... I think my problem with not gaining weight is back. I don't understand this! I can't gain weight, and I'm nearing underweight status again but I don't ever look it. Blah blah blah complain complain complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay off. I can't believe I'm looking forward to going to work on Monday. It's a lot of fun there. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-2583066717732271070?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/2583066717732271070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-complaint-post-mostly-for-me-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2583066717732271070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2583066717732271070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-complaint-post-mostly-for-me-so.html' title='This is a complaint post (mostly for me, so don&apos;t read it? Haha)'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-457120177276097870</id><published>2011-04-14T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T21:46:32.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if #1 (Marj, ikaw lang makakaintindi nito)</title><content type='html'>Challenge: What if I ended in a job interview with Marj, one of my closest college friends who I love to bully and who bullies me back?&lt;br /&gt;(I'm the interviewer, okay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *sitting down*&lt;br /&gt;Marj: *enters room* Good morning--&lt;br /&gt;Me: MARJ!!!&lt;br /&gt;Marj: CAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lagot matatawa na lang ako dito. Bakit ka nag-apply ditooooo&lt;br /&gt;Marj: Paki mo? Gusto ko eh. Di ko alam na dito ka pala. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh di wag. Wag ka na maginterview. Reject na lang para mas madali.&lt;br /&gt;Marj: Wait wag! Taray naman =)) Sayang naman nandito na ako.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sige game seryoso na tayo. *looks at questions* So... what makes you think you are qualified for the job?&lt;br /&gt;Marj: Anong klaseng tanong yan? Kilala mo na nga ako tatanungin mo pa ako ng ganyan&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh required kasi. Angal ka?&lt;br /&gt;Marj: *describes herself (di ko alam pano ka idescribe from your point of view. HAHAHA*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, then... why do you want to work for this company?&lt;br /&gt;Marj: Actually ayoko na... nandito ka eh. Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lul if I know mas gusto mo nga eh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...tas papasok bigla boss ko, nanonood pala the whole time. Nilipat ka sa ibang interviewer. HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-457120177276097870?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/457120177276097870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-if-1-marj-ikaw-lang-makakaintindi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/457120177276097870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/457120177276097870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-if-1-marj-ikaw-lang-makakaintindi.html' title='What if #1 (Marj, ikaw lang makakaintindi nito)'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-6675621886889946093</id><published>2011-04-14T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:49:13.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ze first day of work</title><content type='html'>...which consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting around doing nothing = 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Reading the entire office manual = 4 hours&lt;br /&gt;Almost falling asleep while reading the office manual = 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(this was funny because since I had just read the manual, the employees started coming up to me and asking me questions about some of the rules they were bickering about. Good thing I knew the answers. Fun :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch = 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Taking photos of myself = 30 minutes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the time = playing with my phone. I love my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Thursday) is my only day off for the week since I have to go to school. I missed my blockmates~ had lunch with our COMPLETE usual group omg so rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-6675621886889946093?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/6675621886889946093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/ze-first-day-of-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/6675621886889946093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/6675621886889946093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/ze-first-day-of-work.html' title='Ze first day of work'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-739325206293741576</id><published>2011-04-11T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:33:47.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heigh-ho</title><content type='html'>It's off to work we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 6 hours. Who am I kidding. I can't sleep at all. I've been &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- hold that thought. I just remembered I was supposed to read up on something for work tomorrow... crap. I've done nothing but make a huge profit on my Neopets tonight. I'm calling that productive :) --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've done some reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I've been worrying about what can go wrong tomorrow. I've also wondering why I'm stupid enough to still be up right now when I have to be up in 4 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pabo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-739325206293741576?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/739325206293741576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/heigh-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/739325206293741576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/739325206293741576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/heigh-ho.html' title='Heigh-ho'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-2322952832381349080</id><published>2011-04-10T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T02:55:20.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temper, temper</title><content type='html'>I'd like to think I can stay level-headed when something particularly irritating or unnerving happens. This level-headedness has its limits, though - only in physically real situations does this apply (you'll get what I mean in a bit). It's a lot harder to do when you read a whole string of words in cyberspace that are totally out of line, a bunch of insults toward a person or a group of persons that are probably intended to provoke people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I see someone bash someone else online (especially on online forums where it's rare that people know each other well), likely because that person knows they can't be caught, they can always make another account to bash with. It's so annoying and I wish I could do something :| I don't get why this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sound like an elitist since I do my share of bashing and criticizing in my head. Still, these negative comments are kind of helping me keep my cool a little more. Goes to show how many pet peeves I actually have (in reference to a previous post on pet peeves). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I CAN'T SLEEP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-2322952832381349080?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/2322952832381349080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/temper-temper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2322952832381349080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2322952832381349080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/temper-temper.html' title='Temper, temper'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-8782407168185663906</id><published>2011-04-06T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:29:26.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 31-day Challenge</title><content type='html'>Ahahaha I give up. I don't know what day I'm supposed to be on already and here I am using the computer after three days of not using it at all :D I've grown tired of using my laptop and after getting this new reformatted desktop computer... my laptop isn't going to get much use this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Apple had a blogging app. I probably wouldn't be here right now :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-8782407168185663906?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/8782407168185663906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/31-day-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8782407168185663906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8782407168185663906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/31-day-challenge.html' title='The 31-day Challenge'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-3423278145102696241</id><published>2011-04-02T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T00:59:51.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating</title><content type='html'>I WENT ICE SKATING FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I wish I did it when I was younger just so I'd have had more time to learn. If I weren't so skeptical about the idea of gliding on ice as a kid, I probably would have been gliding around the rink today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I didn't fall at all! Ha! Annoying people getting in my way, I got past youuuuuu~ I managed to skate for, like, a minute, without holding on to the rail. I was too scared of falling to get more than three feet away from the rail, to keep my pride intact HAHAHA but that was a lot of fun, really. I wish they had wider skates. My feet are definitely wider than average so it wasn't as fun trying to bear with the pain. It reminded me of the footbinding lecture we had a few semesters ago. Guuhhh, scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I thought that being a ballerina would make ice skating a breeze... then I remembered I sucked with rollerblades and with those rubber shoes with skates I used to have. The only good thing that came out of my being a ballerina was that I could stand on the ice, no problem. STAND. Other people had difficulty staying upright on the ice, so I guess I'm happy I could stand earlier. In motion, however... not as graceful. I even tried putting one leg up (arabesque)... NO. HAHAHA NO. There were so many good skaters around us, I was frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time there better be more of us, blockmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Sucker Punch was pretty good! The criticism for it is a little overrated, IMO. Or I might have just enjoyed commenting at so many things with my two friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-3423278145102696241?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/3423278145102696241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/ice-skating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3423278145102696241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3423278145102696241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/ice-skating.html' title='Ice Skating'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-2456322736108180607</id><published>2011-04-02T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T00:42:35.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 9, 10, and 11</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA I FAIL. I don't blog every day, yaknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The best thing you’ve ever done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I can't think of just ONE thing! I'll go with the best thing I did today... which is that I learned how to take the bus from Pasay to Cubao, and it was an hour-long trip. I had tons of fun with Marielle and Luke today, MIGHT blog about it if I remember to. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Write about your earliest childhood memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if this is the EARLIEST but I remember bringing home a pizza made out of clay when I was in nursery. Hahaha that's it. I also remember putting it in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;...boring :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your views on religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been questioning my beliefs ever since Theo 121, seriously. I go to church every Sunday and I don't mind, I pray before I sleep... but I hate praying the Rosary. I'm not sure if that makes me a bad Catholic, but I really don't get it, and I don't want to pretend to like praying it because that'd just make me an insincere and fake person. My beliefs are very messed up right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-2456322736108180607?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/2456322736108180607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/days-9-10-and-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2456322736108180607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2456322736108180607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/04/days-9-10-and-11.html' title='Days 9, 10, and 11'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-1662796545588147768</id><published>2011-03-31T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T12:04:19.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lovely cousin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6QOUCNTeblA/TZP7wUr0OwI/AAAAAAAAAio/uXmidWCKk2w/s1600/lauren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6QOUCNTeblA/TZP7wUr0OwI/AAAAAAAAAio/uXmidWCKk2w/s400/lauren.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590088370101697282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been scolded for picking favorites among my cousins, but who can blame me? There are twelve of us on my mother's side alone (and a tad bit more on my father's side) so I can't really help but find favor in some of them :| I love them all, though. Together we can be the most immature set of people ever. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's my youngest little cousin who I am more than ten years apart from in age. She makes me feel terribly old... and very curious. Kids in this generation are used to playing with smartphones, and iPads, and digital cameras, and my iPhone, for God's sakes (she taught me how to play on mine when I just got it. HOW MUCH OF A FAIL AM I) and pretty much whatever gadgets our family owns. She's familiar with all of them. When I was a kid I couldn't even figure out our television (if I remember right). Haha not to mention all the food she knows! I seriously think she's going to grow up to be a really smart kid. I mean, what kid knows what macarons are at that age? (she's less than 7 years old, haha I don't wanna reveal names or ages here) I don't think I knew what macarons were until I started COLLEGE. COME ON. Times have changed so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually a bit jealous of her - I'm proud to be a 90s kid but being born in the past decade doesn't seem like much of a problem, as long as you keep the kids away from too much gadget time. I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/isstillnotinfavorofhavingakidwhentimepermits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-1662796545588147768?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/1662796545588147768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-lovely-cousin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1662796545588147768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1662796545588147768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-lovely-cousin.html' title='My lovely cousin'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6QOUCNTeblA/TZP7wUr0OwI/AAAAAAAAAio/uXmidWCKk2w/s72-c/lauren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-1033115339070547423</id><published>2011-03-31T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T11:53:41.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 (late again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A list of your favorite bands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so hard :( But I'll sort by language, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: Maroon 5, The Script, The Strokes, Switchfoot, Temper Trap&lt;br /&gt;Filipino: Parokya ni Edgar, Imago&lt;br /&gt;Korean: Super Junior, CN Blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-1033115339070547423?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/1033115339070547423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-late-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1033115339070547423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1033115339070547423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-late-again.html' title='Day 8 (late again)'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-5464351781206880575</id><published>2011-03-30T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T14:42:54.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I'm not your favorite recoooord</title><content type='html'>I HAVE NOTHING FUN TO DO. JASDKLJFALSDLAJLJ plus I haven't found a good place to work (though I have an option... I want to work somewhere else. What is wrong with me D:) So here I am, lying on the couch, killing my eyes with all the stuff I've been watching... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out more. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Friday, Friday... gotta get down on Friday. Ew. But that part of the song speaks to me hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-5464351781206880575?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/5464351781206880575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-know-im-not-your-favorite-recoooord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/5464351781206880575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/5464351781206880575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-know-im-not-your-favorite-recoooord.html' title='I know I&apos;m not your favorite recoooord'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-5664630360652080376</id><published>2011-03-29T13:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T13:19:59.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What you notice first when you meet someone new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's a girl - her clothes (ahaha shallow) and her height. (is that weird)&lt;br /&gt;When it's a boy - hair, eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-5664630360652080376?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/5664630360652080376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/5664630360652080376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/5664630360652080376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-8172979034363589627</id><published>2011-03-28T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T13:18:30.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Write about your pet peeve(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's hard because I only usually remember my pet peeves when I experience them... but here are a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who cut in line&lt;br /&gt;People who take a long time to decide on things&lt;br /&gt;Overly &lt;i&gt;conyo&lt;/i&gt; people&lt;br /&gt;Old (usually women) who think that they're the shit. I can't explain this, but I know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have a lot, trust me :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-8172979034363589627?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/8172979034363589627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8172979034363589627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8172979034363589627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-4025110268388841149</id><published>2011-03-27T14:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:08:14.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tell a story about your day using gifs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fortunate that I have a whole bunch of &lt;s&gt;Korean&lt;/s&gt; gifs here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been pretty uneventful for my first day of summer (YES, FINALLY \:D/)&lt;br /&gt;...so here's my expressive gif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WaODVRo2PEM/TY7fNtkmF3I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/K3Wlj77-K8M/s1600/25eweme.jpg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WaODVRo2PEM/TY7fNtkmF3I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/K3Wlj77-K8M/s400/25eweme.jpg.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588649614277744498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-4025110268388841149?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/4025110268388841149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4025110268388841149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4025110268388841149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WaODVRo2PEM/TY7fNtkmF3I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/K3Wlj77-K8M/s72-c/25eweme.jpg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-1768388252864803520</id><published>2011-03-27T14:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T14:50:54.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 (a little late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The best vacation you’ve ever gone on/your dream vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong. Enough said. I know it's probably one of the most overrated Filipino tourist destinations but I absolutely love the place. I don't know. I might end up loving some other place when I get more chances to go abroad (as I've only gone to two countries :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. *sighs* This post makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/is sulking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-1768388252864803520?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/1768388252864803520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-little-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1768388252864803520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1768388252864803520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-little-late.html' title='Day 4 (a little late)'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-4117307796899382605</id><published>2011-03-25T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:12:09.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PNoy's speech earlier today</title><content type='html'>/is reading through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of the simplest things he said, which is kinda amusing to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Sa araw na ito, bilang mga graduate, tapos na ang panahon ng “get that ball.” Sabi nga ng tatay ko, na minsan ding pumasok sa pamantasang ito, “the ball is now in your hands.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SET TO GRADUATE IN A YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but before I start fantasizing about being a senior I have to get through these orals, hahaha. Dammit. I love and hate orals at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-4117307796899382605?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/4117307796899382605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/pnoys-speech-earlier-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4117307796899382605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4117307796899382605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/pnoys-speech-earlier-today.html' title='PNoy&apos;s speech earlier today'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-7099393346873856138</id><published>2011-03-25T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T12:54:48.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your favorite thing to do on weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, it depends on what time of the year it is, but I'd usually opt to stay home to watch movies/series and pig out. There's always something fun to do here. There are times that I'd choose to go out, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha what a pointless answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-7099393346873856138?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/7099393346873856138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7099393346873856138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/7099393346873856138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-3481206888810735594</id><published>2011-03-25T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T12:52:41.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get it together</title><content type='html'>March 25! This post is for next year's March 25, when I look back at today and see what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two years (08 and 09) this day has been a pretty memorable one for me, for reasons I'd rather not share (well, 2008 marked graduation day. 2009 is something super-secret that only, um, one person probably remembers). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, FUTURE ME, TODAY WAS SPENT STUDYING AND NOT-STUDYING FOR MY LAST REQUIREMENT FOR JUNIOR YEAR. How much more fun can this day get? ...oh, and my cousins from Hong Kong are flying in later tonight. Sadly I'll be studying. So there. FUUUUUUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is my motivation to finish this up. Almost there! 22 hours to freedom, to be exact. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-3481206888810735594?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/3481206888810735594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/get-it-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3481206888810735594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3481206888810735594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/get-it-together.html' title='Get it together'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-1018887638671690016</id><published>2011-03-24T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T02:24:32.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The best teacher you’ve ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really think of just one because I can think of a lot of amazing teachers I've had in terms of specific things, not as a whole. Ummm /thinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think of two, I think? :) The first one being my high school first and second year science teacher. She was like a mom to me, and I think my love for science started in high school because I distinctly remember hating to have to differentiate cotyledons and grafting and whatever in grade school science... hahaha. I hated those plant lessons. Come first year I totally enjoyed my science classes because she taught so well! She always used to encourage me to fix my hair... my hair in high school was terrible, really. If you think my hair now is messy, well I'll leave it at that :P &lt;br /&gt;Until now she and I talk whenever I get to visit and she teases me for never looking like I've grown up &lt;s&gt;or gained weight, which I really thought I did&lt;/s&gt; :| What a fail. Is it too much to ask to look mature? Just a liiiiittle bit? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one is my general psych prof. She asked us to write this paper about our saddest moment EVER, and as luck would have it I did think of something (two things) that until now are probably events that I can call the saddest things I've ever experienced. I didn't expect much from her when she returned the paper but I saw this bunch of red marks at the end of the paper and thought she commented on the way I wrote or something... but she wrote me a reaaally long letter about the stuff I wrote (as opposed to the way I wrote, which is what I was expecting). It was so touching that I actually teared up in class :p ...that's all I have to say. Haha! It's a lot of fun to expound on this stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-1018887638671690016?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/1018887638671690016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1018887638671690016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/1018887638671690016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-2043366576633458022</id><published>2011-03-23T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:17:56.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What you like people to call you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carissa. I don't really care what nickname you give me, but the &lt;i&gt;perfect girl&lt;/i&gt; thing that went around for a while kind of annoyed me 'cause I hate being complimented. Being called perfect kind of gives you a really awkward feeling, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be more specific, Carissa = kuhree-sah, not Carissa = kuhrisuh. There's a difference :)) A guy blockmate asked me about this before! I remember now explaining that the latter pronunciation sounds a little... high-class WHAT AM I SAYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-2043366576633458022?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/2043366576633458022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2043366576633458022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2043366576633458022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-8749499266210699494</id><published>2011-03-23T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:14:50.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31-day challenge (seeing as I'm SORT OF on summer break already. Yes, Philo, I'm talking to you)</title><content type='html'>Day 1 - What you like people to call you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - The best teacher you’ve ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Your favorite thing to do on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - The best vacation you’ve ever gone on/your dream vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - Tell a story about your day using gifs.&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 - Write about your pet peeve(s).&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 - What you notice first when you meet someone new.&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 - A list of your favorite bands. &lt;br /&gt;Day 9 - The best thing you’ve ever done.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 - Write about your earliest childhood memory.&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - Your views on religion.&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 - The best book you’ve ever read.&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - The best movie you’ve ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;Day 14 - Who you text/talk to most often.&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 - Write about your best friend or the best friend you’ve ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 - Write about your family.&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 - Post your favorite poem, song, or photo.&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 - A photo of something you’ve created.&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 - What you plan on doing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 - Your favorite blog.&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 - Your favorite name.&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 - Write about the thing that stresses you out the most.&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 - A list of things hanging on your walls. &lt;br /&gt;Day 24 - Your plans after highschool/college.&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 - Your favorite flavor of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 - Your favorite thing to get at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 - A list of things you’re good and bad at. &lt;br /&gt;Day 28 - Write about what’s most often on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 - The most recent dream you remember in detail.&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 - What you prefer to write with.&lt;br /&gt;Day 31 - What you’re looking forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-8749499266210699494?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/8749499266210699494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-day-challenge-seeing-as-im-sort-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8749499266210699494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8749499266210699494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-day-challenge-seeing-as-im-sort-of.html' title='31-day challenge (seeing as I&apos;m SORT OF on summer break already. Yes, Philo, I&apos;m talking to you)'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-6570611762420670120</id><published>2011-03-23T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T02:08:59.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqwCOxuWeVY/TYjlXwI8oHI/AAAAAAAAAiI/c12GD5K4C-s/s1600/Lost_in_MTR_by_johnchan.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqwCOxuWeVY/TYjlXwI8oHI/AAAAAAAAAiI/c12GD5K4C-s/s400/Lost_in_MTR_by_johnchan.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586967533975281778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain how much I love this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit: Deviantart :| I wish I took note of the username, I love this photo so much I made it my Twitter background, my desktop background... and as soon as I feel like it I'm making it my phone background too. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-6570611762420670120?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/6570611762420670120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/6570611762420670120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/6570611762420670120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/soon.html' title='Soon?'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqwCOxuWeVY/TYjlXwI8oHI/AAAAAAAAAiI/c12GD5K4C-s/s72-c/Lost_in_MTR_by_johnchan.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-8710481251591260734</id><published>2011-03-23T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T23:35:10.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skype</title><content type='html'>Skype is such a godsend, seriously :) through it I get to (video) chat with people thousands of miles away from me! Yay~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent half the day talking with a friend from Australia I met by chance (let's call it "common interests"), Sasha. Not having to go to school because of finals week has its perks - I finally caught her online, and in class. Hahaha but being the bad influence that I am (&lt;s&gt;of course I'm not, she said I could O_O&lt;/s&gt;) I caught up with her and, well, spazzed, for lack of a better word. We shared stories, and pictures, and Youtube links (hahahahaha omg), and made some promises (THAT I CANNOT WAIT FOR, OKAY) for the next ten or so hours. I can't believe we Skyped for that long, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to post this. Everything tonight has been distracting me BADLY- I'm lucky to have gotten through that 19-page paper. Now I have to deal with a 5-page one and it's quite bothersome to finish, honestly. ALMOST THERE, OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to finish are:&lt;br /&gt;Two papers&lt;br /&gt;Final oral exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as an added bonus:&lt;br /&gt;Fix hold order. SUCH A HASSLE :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but I'm not complaining. Nope, not complaining at all. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-8710481251591260734?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/8710481251591260734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/skype.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8710481251591260734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8710481251591260734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/skype.html' title='Skype'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-4119239949505937787</id><published>2011-03-19T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:31:02.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>I haven't had much time to look for new bands to listen to, and today I get a whole barrage of stuff! Hooray! Finally remembered to download stuff I've been meaning to for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temper Trap&lt;br /&gt;The Ready Set&lt;br /&gt;The Kooks&lt;br /&gt;Miami Horror&lt;br /&gt;Matisyahu&lt;br /&gt;Far East Movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo! My favorite among all those has to be The Ready Set. I like the sound :) &lt;br /&gt;Edit: FOUR MORE REQUIREMENTS AND ONE MORE WEEK TO FREEDOM. PARTYING, PARTYING, YEAH! Hahahaha no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-4119239949505937787?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/4119239949505937787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4119239949505937787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4119239949505937787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-8005805213193483686</id><published>2011-03-19T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:28:05.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer (present and future) to-do list</title><content type='html'>For Marj, because we keep on forgetting all the things we plan on doing. HERE WE GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Join a fun run OR RUN IN GENERAL. COME ON :))&lt;br /&gt;2. Play a sport (tennis?)&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to some province and spend the night&lt;br /&gt;4. Summer class. (AS IF MARJ! HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to a lot of countries in Asia&lt;br /&gt;6. Ice skating!&lt;br /&gt;7. Go somewhere on a wi-fi bus&lt;br /&gt;8. Sleep over at someone's house (here? GAME?)&lt;br /&gt;9. BEACH!&lt;br /&gt;10. Superferry... anywhere :)) &lt;br /&gt;11. Shopping &lt;s&gt;after saving up a lot of money&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this isn't the end of this list. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-8005805213193483686?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/8005805213193483686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/summer-present-and-future-to-do-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8005805213193483686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8005805213193483686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/summer-present-and-future-to-do-list.html' title='Summer (present and future) to-do list'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-577826885973647836</id><published>2011-03-19T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T01:03:39.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liars</title><content type='html'>Wow, I have a post called "Liar, liar". Is that about the same person? HAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know who you are, and I can bet that at least one person who reads through some of my blog entries (Hi Marj) knows who you are too. It's weird that you lie so much to us when you confide so much in us, too. You've been one of my closest constant friends for almost three years and there's so much... vagueness in this friendship. Not that I'd ever do anything to clarify things (because I think that would be too messy) but I wish you'd trust us with THAT. You seem to be so open about it with other groups of friends, and it was a surprise to learn the big news from another friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we rarely ever talk about things like that, but that's something pretty big, and I'm sure that if you told us about it when it happened, we'd all have been really happy for you. Now I'm a little disappointed that you couldn't bring yourself to tell us, or at least us, the people you usually talk to about things (if I'm even one of them... HAHA assuming). If it's because of past events I'd have thought you'd known us better by now. We really don't want to have anything to do with your personal life. It's so messy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, please help us out with this paper. That's all I ask (and basically the main reason I'm a little ticked off at this particular lie, since you do it so much. HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time like this that I wish I were more bold in expressing opinions. I totally lack in that. There are soooooooo many people I could have talked to and clarified things up with. HOW MANY UNCLEAR (acquaintance-friend) RELATIONSHIPS DO I HAVE!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-577826885973647836?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/577826885973647836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/liars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/577826885973647836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/577826885973647836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/liars.html' title='Liars'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-4876446181359273744</id><published>2011-03-17T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T17:11:35.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first interview EVER</title><content type='html'>Well, I can definitely feel summer vacation coming... slowly, but it's coming! :) Today is the first weekday and regular school day that I am actually not in school because my usual TTh classes are officially over. &lt;s&gt;Now to finish all those papers.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, today marks the first professional interview of my life, ever. I know this is for internship, but wow I felt like I was a college grad earlier today! Hahaha. Today I got up before seven to get ready. Realized my corporate wardrobe is totally lacking (I have too many boyish cotton shirts O_O) and had to settle for whatever I could find. My closet is a mess, too :| I just cleaned that up three weeks ago! Gah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed off to Makati REALLY EARLY because Mom was worried about traffic. Hahaha. Mom always worries too much. She ended up driving me to Makati because she had an appointment somewhere in the area. She dropped me off somewhere NEAR the building, which means it was up to me to look for the building. I am so thankful for having an iPhone with working internet and Google Maps. Ended up circling the block of Dela Rosa Street, Ayala Avenue, and... Salcedo Street, I think, to find that the building was further down Dela Rosa. Whoops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that walking around Makati dressed that way, crossing the streets with all the busy well-dressed people- made me feel old. HAHAHA. But it felt pretty cool too! I hate dressing that way though. I hate skirts (though I like wearing them for short periods of time). I wish we could wear shorts to work. So much more comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally made my way to the office and filled up a few forms. I was interviewed a few minutes later and afterward, the lady told me I'd make a good intern for their company BUT I had to work on my "impact", which was a very polite way of saying that I looked like a mess. HAHA my hair must have looked terrible. Apparently I need to have perfect hair AND &lt;i&gt;make-up&lt;/i&gt;. NO :| I still don't get why I need make-up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished at around 10... and I felt totally free! Lots of stuff to submit tomorrow, but heck, it was ten in the morning, I was in Makati, and I had a few bills in my wallet. So what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you'd think I'd have been smart enough to take a cab or something. Nope, I decided to walk it out, to look for Greenbelt or Glorietta or some Makati mall on foot. Took a reaaaally long time to do that. After a cheat peek at my Google Maps and after a few pedestrian underpass walkways, I found it! Woohoo total achievement. I guess it helps that Dad's office is somewhere around the area, so I remembered some of the buildings I was passing by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much the fun part of the day! Went window-shopping and realized that I blew most of the money I brought on a Figaro breakfast, so the window-shopping really was just window-shopping (and a good lunch :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized now - can you say no to a company when you're applying for an internship? It'd feel so embarrassing to do that, I think? I want to keep my options open. What if I get an offer from another company? :/ (THIS IS ME BEING CONFIDENT, HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to work. Almost thereeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-4876446181359273744?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/4876446181359273744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-first-interview-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4876446181359273744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/4876446181359273744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-first-interview-ever.html' title='My first interview EVER'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-8612132673326482158</id><published>2011-03-16T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T22:59:31.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reciprocal disclosure day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lftv553VSi1qzdqh3o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heaviness in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;heaviness in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-8612132673326482158?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/8612132673326482158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/reciprocal-disclosure-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8612132673326482158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/8612132673326482158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/reciprocal-disclosure-day.html' title='Reciprocal disclosure day'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-3182247218170882761</id><published>2011-03-15T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T01:43:09.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't stress the !!!! part enough. What a breathe of fresh air. 10 days to vacation, YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept for seven hours. Yes, that is a feat. Seven hours being from 4AM to 11AM. How messed up.&lt;br /&gt;2. Had a really good lunch. Thank you, mom #heartsign&lt;br /&gt;3. Did virtually nothing until I had to get to school and panic about our Philo defense&lt;br /&gt;4. Had a good time with the girls before defense. Not much pressure (less time was spent on practice than it was on being weird), just talking about non-academic stuff. I missed doing that :) &lt;br /&gt;5. A COMPANY CALLED ME, OMG. I can't believe someone is interested in me interning for them. THANK YOU. &lt;s&gt;However this messes up my Thursday schedule completely, seeing as I have to be in Makati by 9 in the morning... gosh. BUT WHO'S COMPLAINING?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Defense went well! Didn't expect it. Hahaha I expect so little.&lt;br /&gt;7. Went off to the Benfire with Rachel afterward. Free dinner! Thank you, Kuya Tantan :D&lt;br /&gt;8. Saw a lot of my previous summer students. Aww you guys still remember me. :) #heartsign&lt;br /&gt;9. Got my second photo with Father Ben... he's an amazing person. Tonight's festivities only increased the admiration I already had for him. &lt;br /&gt;10. Exempted from an exam next week! FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUU YAY \:D/&lt;br /&gt;11. SO MANY THINGS CROSSED OFF MY CHECKLIST! Woohoo wooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only annoying thing about today is that I found out about my hold order... too tedious to explain. I'm going to have to figure out a sneaky way to fix this one up without too much of a hassle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiring quote for... life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging because I've finished reviewing for a test tomorrow, and I think I reviewed HORRIBLY. It isn't really motivating to read for this one. It isn't worth the stress. But I studied ENOUGH. Right now, ENOUGH is going to cut it for me. So tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-3182247218170882761?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/3182247218170882761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3182247218170882761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3182247218170882761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-day.html' title='Good day!!!!!'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-2733729756874199227</id><published>2011-03-15T04:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T01:45:38.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I FINISHED ONE CHAPTER</title><content type='html'>...three to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm making progress. &lt;br /&gt;And since I'm bored... HAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2010 (I don't even know) AWARDS for the following &lt;br /&gt;categories goes to: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) BUDDY OF THE YEAR? &lt;br /&gt;- My bug, Charlene :p and Maaaaarj! I can't believe I managed to stay in touch with you for the four/five months you were away ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) LIFETIME SERVICE AWARD (longest &lt;br /&gt;friend) &lt;br /&gt;- Charlene! Around 10 years and counting &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) NEWCOMER AWARD - COOLEST NEWEST &lt;br /&gt;FRIEND? &lt;br /&gt;- Miji! Hahahaha I can't believe I'm putting you down for this one. Comedic friendship. I don't get it either. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) HIGHEST POINT OF THE YEAR? &lt;br /&gt;- My 18th birthday, hands down. #heartsign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) LOWEST POINT OF THE YEAR? &lt;br /&gt;- Can't think of anything. Last year wasn't sad :) As far as I can remember, anyway :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) BEST HOLIDAY? &lt;br /&gt;- MY BIRTHDAY, DUH. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) YOUR SONG FOR 2010? &lt;br /&gt;- Holy cow. Uh, Antukin (Rico Blanco). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) best movie FOR 2010? &lt;br /&gt;- Inception. Cliche :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) WHO DID YOU SPEND VALENTINES WITH &lt;br /&gt;AND WHERE? &lt;br /&gt;- I don't even remember. Since VDay was a Sunday, I guess I spent it at home! But I did watch an org concert so... my first few hours of Vday were with Nicole and Luke! Gamechangers represent ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) WHAT WERE YOU FOR HALLOWEEN? &lt;br /&gt;- Myself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) RESTAURANT OF THE YEAR? &lt;br /&gt;- :/ Pancake House. I think I ate there more than I usually do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) KISS OF THE YEAR? &lt;br /&gt;- None hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) BEST DECISION MADE THIS YEAR? &lt;br /&gt;- To stay away (though that didn't work too well, huh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS FOR NEXT &lt;br /&gt;YEAR? &lt;br /&gt;- I NEED AN INTERNSHIP BADLY :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) MOST STUPID IDEA WHEN DRUNK? &lt;br /&gt;- Still haven't gotten drunk :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) TV SHOW OF THE YEAR? &lt;br /&gt;- Castle? Or Modern Family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) MOST LOYAL FRIEND(s)? &lt;br /&gt;- Bug + Jawe + Yu + Marj + Franz + Marielle + Glo + Rachel + Jb + Luke&lt;br /&gt; ... I guess that's it :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) HEARTBREAKER OF THE YEAR? &lt;br /&gt;- I don't know :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) BIGGEST CHANGE OF THE YEAR? &lt;br /&gt;- OOH secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION? &lt;br /&gt;- Vegetables. Hahaha. SO HARD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-2733729756874199227?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/2733729756874199227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-finished-one-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2733729756874199227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/2733729756874199227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-finished-one-chapter.html' title='I FINISHED ONE CHAPTER'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-3841943192497156013</id><published>2011-03-15T03:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T03:46:17.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NGGGGGGGGGGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2qu59g6.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I'll know what I'm talking about when I look back on this. I like looking through my archives on here a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;A THING.&lt;/s&gt; Really. Really!?  &lt;br /&gt;I hate not knowing about things like this earlier than, well, A YEAR AFTER IT MATTERED. Crap. Maybe I already knew, but didn't think much of it... whoops. WHY. WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I could have done anything about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems to be a very disturbing pattern. Three for three, Carissa. Three for three.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168168159063715007-3841943192497156013?l=carissajv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/feeds/3841943192497156013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/nggggggggggh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3841943192497156013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168168159063715007/posts/default/3841943192497156013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carissajv.blogspot.com/2011/03/nggggggggggh.html' title='NGGGGGGGGGGH'/><author><name>carissav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03044549486434609254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17Mkg8vbUao/Sy4ekvpRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aLxCfjY5WyA/S220/WebCam_20091206_0938(5).bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/2qu59g6_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168168159063715007.post-7254972755218597692</id><published>2011-03-15T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T02:22:56.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part twelve! It's been a while</title><content type='html'>551. What is the most magical thing that has ever happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;Being born. HAHA I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;552. How would you tell your friend his or her fly was open in public?&lt;br /&gt;Depends. There are only two friends I'd tell in public without getting embarrassed. The rest I would leave up to them to find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;553. Does a good friend tell you you've got something in your teeth or pretend not to notice it?&lt;br /&gt;We normally laugh at each other's food stuck in between teeth :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;554. The world has many secrets. Have you learned any? Will you share it?&lt;br /&gt;If I have, they're meant to be secrets, so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;555. Are there any bands you like so much that you want to get their music video collection on DVD?&lt;br /&gt;MMHMM. Not sayingggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;556. What do you need advice about?&lt;br /&gt;My future, but that makes it less exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;557. Have you been half-asleep and have you heard voices?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and if by voices you mean people talking around me while I try to get to sleep/am suddenly awakened, then yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;558. Do you have a good luck charm?&lt;br /&gt;I lost it :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;559. Should animals have the same right to life as people?&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of any that they shouldn't have! Except... I eat animals D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;560. What is your least favorite body part?&lt;br /&gt;Legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;561. Do you enjoy British comedy?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;562. Are there ever happy endings or does nothing end?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ends. Until we die. Happily. That'd be a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;563. What is your worst trait?&lt;br /&gt;I can be overbearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;564. Is the world more beautiful because of love?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;565. What is the essence of you?&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies and rainbows!&lt;br /&gt;...no. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;566. What really inspires you?&lt;br /&gt;Music usually does the trick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;567. Have you met your soul mate?&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird if I say I think I have? &lt;br /&gt;Note that you do not necessarily get together with your soul mate. But yes, I think I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;568. Is everyday a special occasion?&lt;br /&gt;Technically yes! It's another day you're still on earth :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;569. What sound would you rather hear than any sound in the world?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;570. Of the following which word best describes you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natural:&lt;br /&gt;outgoing: Ah, I'm sure it's this :))&lt;br /&gt;polite:&lt;br /&gt;quick thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;571. Do any commercials make you want to break your TV?&lt;br /&gt;I dislike a lot of commercials, but not to that extent =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;572. Have you ever lost your religion?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;573. Do you want to share your life with someone?&lt;br /&gt;Sounds freaky :)) If you mean get married, I'm very unsure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;574. Where ARE the wild things?&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you make them to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;575. Would you rather have a child genetically related to you or an adopted child?&lt;br /&gt;Either! But I'm scared of pregancy so adopted child is fine haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;576. If I had a birthday party would you come?&lt;br /&gt;I like birthday parties! If I can bring a friend, game on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;577. What seemingly impossible thing is POSSIBLE?&lt;br /&gt;GETTING THROUGH THIS SEMESTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;578. What song do you love to sing out loud?&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Right now it's Like a G6. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;579. Have you ever run through the woods naked and played in a stream (you should)?&lt;br /&gt;No :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;580. Have you ever taken long solitary night walks?&lt;br /&gt;Night = 6:30, long = 30 minutes. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;581. Is there more to you than anyone knows?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. This is true for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;582. Can you make tonight the night that you do the things you always wanted to do?&lt;br /&gt;No, sorry :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;583. Would you rather watch life on TV or LIVE it?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the life I'm watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;584. What keeps you chained down?&lt;br /&gt;All my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;585. What is the nagging feeling in the back of your head?&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD BE STUDYING. HAHAHA I SUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;586. Do you celebrate yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. Whatever this even means hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;587. Does everyone get the same opportunities in life?&lt;br /&gt;I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;588. What would you consider to be better than sex?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had sex, so no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;589. What evil is necessary?&lt;br /&gt;The lesser one. Nat. I don't knoooow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;590. What's your favorite one hit wonder?&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mickey! (Was that a one hit wonder?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;591. What would you do anything for?&lt;br /&gt;To turn back time... HAHA CHEESY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;592. Do you celebrate the full moon?&lt;br /&gt;No :| I like looking at it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;593. Have you ever gone in the water at the beach at night?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;594. Are you ordinary?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;595. What makes people want to hang out with you?&lt;br /&gt;My pleasing personality HAHA THAT SOUNDS HORRIBLE. I don't know, the fact that I like to hang out with them makes them want to hang out with me, too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;596. Have you ever felt like you've been a little bit too good to someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;597. What book did you like that you had to read for school?&lt;br /&gt;How difficult. I never liked the books I had to read for school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;598. What book should everyone have to read in school?&lt;br /&gt;Err I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;599. Do you like the store Old Navy?&lt;br /&gt;I think I have stuff from that store. So it's fine :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;600. 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