<?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-25843662</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:11:24.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Writer of Ofs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>michiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591108580965943932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25843662.post-114995973056090191</id><published>2006-06-08T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T10:16:55.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of coke floats, 10:30s, and an old good friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Nuff said. Thanks so much, Mikko!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25843662-114995973056090191?l=chikortreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114995973056090191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114995973056090191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-coke-floats-1030s-and-old-good.html' title=''/><author><name>michiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591108580965943932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25843662.post-114967355747127812</id><published>2006-06-07T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T02:50:01.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of boredom, sixes, and a tagger named Julian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The first player of this game starts with the "6 weird things/habits about yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a blog of their 6 weird habits/things, as well as state this rule clearly.. in the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;1. My brother and I rate movies by the time we prefer to watch it. Haha it's funny how my brother and I get along so well. But here I shall explain. Migi and I watch the best movies at 10pm. It's like a movie rated with 5 stars or something. The tv show "Lost" is watched at 10pm. Hmm... Another example, the comedy "The Longest Yard" is watched at 4pm. It's an okay movie, made us laugh, but it's just the kind that you watch before dinner. Haha. Okay so that counts as weird right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;2. The names in my phonebook are spelled backwards with the first letter of the last name. My name for instance would be "okihcim S."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;3. I am a "walking scrapbook." (Ana J, n.p.) I remember dates and I take note of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;4. My circles of friends have weird names. But I love them. haha Pizza, 1-4 four, couchless society, lunchcrew, the PG club (gymnastics days), SBT (haha), 344 band, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;5. People have different nicknames for my me from Michiko alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ate Mich - siblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Michi - some relatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mexiko - My mom haha and my swimming coach before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mech - my helper... and also anne silva since she heard my helper call me that when she called my house.. "Meeech!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Chix/Michix or Mich - most people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Latino Heat - grade six days (from the song Michi co latinooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Chiksilog - Rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Chicklet - Chris and Maki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Michikard - Mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Ate Chix" - when Migi teases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Chikoy - Coach Joel, Coach Edwin and Mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Koy - when coach joel is tense during a game, "Koy koy koy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Miko - Coach budda Hahahahah! says michiko's so long. gel was like, then "chix!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Chixipepage - Bea (we're partners in crime)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cheeky - Denzo and Pach (pach and I are the cheeky girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Chichi - Ralf (grrr it sounds like a monkey's nameee!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Chiko`- Maggie and Raina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Chix de Chico - Kukay (she's my Kuks d'Apol... inspired by Joe D' Mango)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mix - Rachel (which used to be ChixMix before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;6. I like watching with subtitles. haha. And my hirits are weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay so Six people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Ysa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Ana J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;4. Sabs B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Corinne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;6. Peter I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25843662-114967355747127812?l=chikortreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114967355747127812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25843662&amp;postID=114967355747127812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114967355747127812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114967355747127812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-boredom-sixes-and-tagger-named.html' title=''/><author><name>michiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591108580965943932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25843662.post-114675579809375394</id><published>2006-05-04T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T08:16:38.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of the sunset, crossing over, and M:P-3s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If there's a will, there's a way.&lt;/strong&gt; I fear the day when those wooden planks will be taken away. I really do. They disappear one by one. It's scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/saycheexe/IMGP5660.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On a lighter note, yes. This is my way to Ateneo when there's no car or when I just feel like saving gas. This afternoon, there was a CAR waiting nearby. That was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today was fun because I hungout with my friends who will continue to be there as I crossover this one great bakod called transitional summer... or even college. Haha. A-boys at Shakey's with Ollie right in front of me (WELCOME BACK) was a pretty good scene. It was so nice to be around old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/saycheexe/April084.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Plus, I even saw Mai. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/saycheexe/April082.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then at Moro, saw Gel and then Maggie and Mariana. An almost random talk came up but then cheesiness was just not given room. Again, it was nice to see and hug old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Four-thirty - Luis and Hershey picked me up. We weren't complete but it was "bukeki therapy" still. We watched M:I-3 which became Mission Possible for us because we'd been wanting to go out for so long. Hehe finaallly we got to. It was soooo fun. Thanks Pat, Luis, Hershey and Marc (sorry na! Mischa couldn't come).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/saycheexe/April086.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/saycheexe/April087.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/saycheexe/April090.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Ang guwapo talaga ni Tom Cruise!" - Marc and Patrick :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25843662-114675579809375394?l=chikortreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114675579809375394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25843662&amp;postID=114675579809375394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114675579809375394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114675579809375394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/2006/05/of-sunset-crossing-over-and-mp-3s-if.html' title=''/><author><name>michiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591108580965943932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25843662.post-114656852673086069</id><published>2006-05-02T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T04:29:16.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of angels, deMONs, and ambigrams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/saycheexe/ambigram1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;upside down cooooooolnneessss! :-P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;made by Mon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25843662-114656852673086069?l=chikortreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114656852673086069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25843662&amp;postID=114656852673086069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114656852673086069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114656852673086069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/2006/05/of-angels-demons-and-ambigrams-upside.html' title=''/><author><name>michiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591108580965943932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25843662.post-114638300217379570</id><published>2006-04-30T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T00:49:15.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Of stupid lines, misconceptions, and being drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LnK Kid (sits beside me while playing the Eight-legged race and asks)&lt;/strong&gt;: Diba ang isang daan sa inyo [us tutors], isang piso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my head: Aba? Ang kapal ng batang 'to! Grabe! Hirap-hirap na nga ng panahon ngayon! Kung alam mo lang kung ano ang pinagdaraanan ng mga tao ngayon. Sa labas, ganito. Pero hindi lahat ng labas ay nagsasabi ng kalahatan! &lt;smoke&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;and then I calm myself down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Ang piso... ay piso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25843662-114638300217379570?l=chikortreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114638300217379570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25843662&amp;postID=114638300217379570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114638300217379570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114638300217379570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/2006/04/of-stupid-lines-misconceptions-and.html' title=''/><author><name>michiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591108580965943932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25843662.post-114638002518051657</id><published>2006-04-30T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:56:37.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Of D's and O's, the summer sun, and reuniting with my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;It was the [small] AFC Festival today. Gulay, it was very hot. The sun cooked me. All of me. Neither Gatorade nor water could save thy body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"For the Love of the Game." That's what's written on the back of our training shirts. And yes, for the love of the game, we hustled and hustled. We tried to slide even though it looked like no slides at all. Even though we were already beaten up by our weaknesses, we played on. Today was fun because it's been quite long that I played in an AFC festival for fun, usually I play on a competitive mindset. I got what I went for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Good thing it isn't the end yet. There's one more module! Haha, it was only today that I really bonded with the other AFC-ers. Haha. My friends who have moved on with their football lives often ask why I'm still in AFC. Oh well. I guess I've also been stubborn to move on. [It was ways cool to see Lian, Inez and Meggie though! Super!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;During one of our breaks, our wala-lang conversations arrived at PBB. And how some of them don't like Nin~a (i'm soooo not used to calling her that yet) because "she's malandi, maarte" and all that. All I have to say about that is: Nice, D, self, Nice D. :) Haha yep, if i played offense/striker on the field, i played D off it. I love Klerita. Whatever you say about her is fine. You're entitled to your opinion. Don't be afraid to say it. But we're (IV-4 Jologitas) there to defend her all the way. Peace be with you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25843662-114638002518051657?l=chikortreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114638002518051657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25843662&amp;postID=114638002518051657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114638002518051657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114638002518051657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/2006/04/of-ds-and-os-summer-sun-and-reuniting.html' title=''/><author><name>michiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591108580965943932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25843662.post-114627667908643041</id><published>2006-04-29T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T19:15:52.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of the present, future, and dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...of 144&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Believe. But sometimes it's just hard to do so. It's finally here. Our time. It sounds dramatic for those who have passed this bridge, but hang on and bear with us, it's our time still. In less that 50 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm happy to be crossing this bridge and walking along the path that follows with friends who have been there for the other roads. But then i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t's also hard to cross this bridge when you're not complete. Then again we'll breathe on these steps knowing that we'll always be 144.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday I saw these two special friends. Haha. Kalove and BB. Much love, :-). Yehess I'm a Moroista once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/saycheexe/mmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and someday I want to graduate here:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/saycheexe/100_4501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;H A R V A R D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(wooehhh hahah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25843662-114627667908643041?l=chikortreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114627667908643041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25843662&amp;postID=114627667908643041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114627667908643041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114627667908643041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/2006/04/of-present-future-and-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>michiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591108580965943932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25843662.post-114627434223344631</id><published>2006-04-29T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T18:32:22.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of summer mornings, kids&amp;tutors, and NorthField against the World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Schedule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8:00 - supposed call time for all tutors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8:30-10:00 - English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10:00-10:30 - either Fishball or bust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10:30-12:00- Math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LUNCH OOOOUUTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/saycheexe/IMGP5659.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It took me quite long to decide whether or not I'd be joining Landas ng Karunungan (LnK) this year, what with all the "pressure" to make it the best summer, since it's &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;transitional summer and all. Then again it's just like how "happiness isn't the destination but the journey" thing: if I'm too preoccupied trying to make it a fun summer, I'll end up not having fun at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first week of LnK was fun. I gotta say, it's good to be back. I miss a lot of students though because there are more new students than old ones. I guess that works well for me because they don't know anything about two summers ago (whahahah).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's my first time to teach English this summer. First day of English class, I made it clear to my students that we'll try to speak in English since it is that kind of class. Then one student goes, "Eh Ate Mich! Pinoy naman kami eh! Bakit pa kailangan mag-English?" Kulit! Haha. But it's okay. Funny how what I learned in Fourth Year just naturally flows out. Thank you, Mrs. Eala! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I enjoy teaching English knowing there's just so much to give. So guess what? I make my students write Passports, too! They haven't gotten the hang of it yet. Right now, the students have to submit their Passports (Just a quickie: In fourth year, we were asked to write about anything on a 4x6 index card. Our teacher called it passports because if we didn't have ours, we would be sent out of class for the whole week) every Wednesday. But now I'm thinking of making it everyday so that the students get to practice their English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, I also made the students introduce themselves on the first day. Yet again, I got the idea from my English teachers: drawing out an object from a bag and comparing oneself to that object. Yikes. My students range from 14-15 years old and it disturbed me that they didn't know how to say simple sentences. I don't know, maybe it's public speaking that's the problem? Basta, I teach II-6, the last section in second year. That means my students scored the lowest in the English Entrance Test. I was deeply touched when one student said he wants to be in section 1 next year. I promised them that I will do everything I can to help them reach their goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[I teach English with Art (short for Arthur). Heheh.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I enjoy teaching Math class because Geometry is fun. Yes, I teach III-4 (aww my section in Third Year!), and yes that means my students are in the fourth bracket in the Math Entrance test. They're only six so the class is easy to handle. I teach with my friends VJ and Eric... (haha kaya minsan nagiging eight students! Just Kidding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hay. Thank you sir Jhun. :-) It's really this time of the year that one lets go of the "hinanakits" in class. And a teacher really draws strength from her or his students. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lunchouts... KFC is being rennovated so that's minus one for us! So these days, we hang out at McDo, SR, Wok Dis Wei, orrrrr Sa Bahay Ni Lola (Issa, Migs and Nandi Abrillo's lola's house near Shell). Loves it. Then sometimes a basketball game is scheduled: Northfield against the World (UP, Ateneo, DLSU, UST). NorthField kasi pinakamaraming tutors this summer from Northfield! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/saycheexe/April013.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migi and Rapao checking Entrance Tests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/saycheexe/April024.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/saycheexe/April026.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ochoas... haha and Mia Santos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25843662-114627434223344631?l=chikortreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114627434223344631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114627434223344631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/2006/04/of-summer-mornings-kidstutors-and.html' title=''/><author><name>michiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591108580965943932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25843662.post-114616817736209958</id><published>2006-04-28T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T18:40:18.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of Dare or Dare, S to the 4th Power, and Sibolistas everywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/saycheexe/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My last week turned out to be more fun than expected. Sure, I missed the Bora trip with friends and other batch mates, but there were other things that happened and other people who came to make the week all worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt; - April 16th - was the start of the Sibol week because they sang at the Della Strada Easter mass... so I saw them. Haha even Peter! Yehey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday to Tuesday&lt;/b&gt; - The fresh alumni batch went out and, here's the joke: my brother's batch just went with them. While they were out, I went biking around the village with Archie, batch'04. whahahah. At around dinner time my little sister messaged Marc using my phone telling him how much she's missed "her best friend." We both were surprised by his and Luis' visit! Buti nalang naman because they were around the area (in ateneo to get their report cards)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Batches '08 and '06 finally arrived at around 8:40pm from Gateway. They popped "Rent" into the DVD player; some watched attentively and even sang along while some started playing basketball halfway through the movie. Mmhmm, two even went out to visit mmhhmmm. Haha. Funny. Enzo, Julian, Gian and I were in the den playing Pusoy Dos. Whoever lost would be dared. We had so many crazy dares! And the secrets were promised to stay within the six walls of the place (six sides daw kasi nandun si Gian).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My dares were to give a glass of water to _____, and I gave it to Kim B; to feed ______ with chips, and I did that to Arjay; to kiss the hand of the person whom ______ and I did that to Dav; to put a Band-Aid to the one who _____ and I put it on Vince. Haha the other dares were funnier and wackier though! But what really rocked were the meanings behind the dares. Mmhmm. =p Dare and Dare went on til around 2am, and that was when the other boys ended their basketball game outside. They started taking a shower in the glass bathroom (naunahan pa akong maligo doon!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While the guys waited for their turn, we played Truth or Truth, which later on just turned into sharing. :p At around 4 or 5am, we were still by the pond, haha nahulog na slippers ko sa pond at lahat lahat. By this time, Enzo was really BANGAG! All he could say were fantasies. Hahaha. Funny. We ate bread t 6am - we sorta saw the sun rise from where we were - and then I went up to my room to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke up at 8am, just in time to see the some of the guys leave. It was a great night! :-) revelatioooon! I went back to sleep an hour later and woke up at around 1pm. Haven't done that in a while haha. Kukay arrived and I gave her the cam case. A little later, Justin passed by with Archie to get our Ball pictures. (Possessive ang bukeki. Haha don't worry, I'm a loyalist... as I told him. Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt; - I went with LnK friends to McDo. It was Mia's biiiirthdaaay! Haha. Then the sibolistas were there rin for Homer's despedida. So I hungout with them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt; - Gateway with Mirei, Julian, and Vincent. Hehe. Woohoo LRT. We watched Basic Instinct 2. R18. Funny. Popcorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sibol week sort of continued last Tuesday when I hungout with my brother's batch when they hungout with Homer for the last time. Mik went to McDo and then he brought us to his house. Aww and we met his new dog! he then brought me, PJ and Migi to our house where they played basketball -- oh but Mik and I bonded! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then at around 7:30, Carlo, Marts and Ian picked me up already for our dinnaaahh. Just one thing: "mainit at matagal lutuin ang bacon sa Heaven."... and eggs. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25843662-114616817736209958?l=chikortreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114616817736209958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25843662&amp;postID=114616817736209958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114616817736209958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114616817736209958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/2006/04/of-dare-or-dare-s-to-4th-power-and.html' title=''/><author><name>michiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591108580965943932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25843662.post-114615791169656761</id><published>2006-04-28T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T18:40:49.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of the same wavelength, Spain, and three Janys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/saycheexe/April035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g172/saycheexe/April036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to one of them: Corinne Grooooves! Grovey, everyone here misses you! Kim, Paolo and I miss you! Mayged. I love you very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's going to be a week since I went to Co's house to see her before she left for mother Spain. It felt good doing something like that, after years of Co's doing it for me. I loved it just being in her room and just telling each other stories. I interrupted her packing. Around 20 minutes later, Kim came! Woohoo. And it felt that we were complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We were all in Co's bed. They'd tease and update each other with whatever stories they had to tell, which really just made me smile inside. I stare at and listen to them and wander off in my mind about the three of us five years ago. Boy we were close. Though I felt as if I was someone invisible during those moments (in a good way), like how someone time-travels in a machine in the movies where she or he isn't seen. There's a flash of film of the what-if images... like what if I was also in 7-3 or II-2? Maybe I wouldn't have missed as much. Then again, hey. Snap. We're still here for each other now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As Kim said earlier on when we were texting, "we're okay now diba?" And I said, "actually it's almost like how it used to be. Konti nalang." And guess what? She agreed. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Co - Kim and I were supposed to celebrate together! Hay. Know that we're celebrating! All of us are. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25843662-114615791169656761?l=chikortreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114615791169656761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25843662&amp;postID=114615791169656761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114615791169656761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25843662/posts/default/114615791169656761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikortreat.blogspot.com/2006/04/of-same-wavelength-spain-and-three.html' title=''/><author><name>michiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09591108580965943932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
