<?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-4159583835804095389</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:05:20.146+08:00</updated><category term='sembreak'/><category term='college'/><category term='finals'/><title type='text'>Letters from Her</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-2021214284613765020</id><published>2009-01-03T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:09:37.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rag Doll.</title><content type='html'>It's been a long while. I'm sure people have forgotten about you already...like a rag doll that's been ignored by it's owner and left in that attic to gather dust. Probably like me. I am a rag doll. The day before I turn 19. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lay unmoved... for a while? Maybe. I'll probably stay like this in the remaining seconds of my 18th year. No surprise there? Wow. Same thing I did in my last moments as a 17 year-old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you have something long enough- played with it, sewed it back up, changed it's appearance, and talked to it- nothing about it holds the magic that you once saw when it was new. Pity that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-2021214284613765020?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/2021214284613765020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=2021214284613765020' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2021214284613765020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2021214284613765020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2009/01/rag-doll.html' title='A Rag Doll.'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-5435884832864153711</id><published>2008-12-11T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:53:24.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hormones</title><content type='html'>Strange how hormones can influence the beat of the heart. One moment I'm still clinging on to every fiber of Joe, the next, to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF ALL PEOPLE WHY HIM. The past 3 days was all HIM. Today, is now Joe. Or maybe I'm forcing myself that's it's Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see him as a friend. Not anything more. I have my period today. It's all hormones. This happens frequently. It's a hormonal imbalance. What I feel for him is just pure deficiency in my hormonal distribution. HORMONES HORMONES HORMONES. Snap out of it, Ikat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I need a new guy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. I Don't need a new guy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a independent woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A psycho independent woman who can't seem to keep her brain cells in order. O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-5435884832864153711?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/5435884832864153711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=5435884832864153711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5435884832864153711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5435884832864153711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/12/hormones.html' title='Hormones'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-3200249373463987406</id><published>2008-12-06T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:27:20.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief and Concise</title><content type='html'>Been training everyday lately for performance requests. Particularly the one for Unilever on Monday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're starting to get ready for our dance concert, Danz Dish IV, on Jan. 23. Looking for sponsors. Trying to persuade them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many projects due. Damn that kuta software. Insocio magazine. I got a 4.0 in my comski lab grade. Very surprising and I thank God. Salamat, Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been feeling christmas. :( But as of today, our christmas lights are up and the tree is completely decorated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several of my fellow newbies in street got a unit in taft already. We had a housewarming last night. Super fun. I sleptover. Lucky for me, they're up for me sleeping there whenever I need to. Like when I have an early class the next day after training ends at 9pm. Lucky Lucky. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's also this guy. HAHA. Why him? Why HIM. He's not Joe. Then again, Joe's like...practically gone. Whenever I think of him, this other guy totally overshadows him. Like for a moment I actually FORGET Joe's face. :T freaky crap right there. I mean, the other guy is like...not, well, I don't know. He's just not Joe. Then again, I probably should quit pursuing something I can't possibly have XD Ayaw ni God muna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nica, I want to hear your voice. CHAT BUKAS. 12 NOON. GO ONLINE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-3200249373463987406?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/3200249373463987406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=3200249373463987406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3200249373463987406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3200249373463987406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/12/brief-and-concise.html' title='Brief and Concise'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-9172505799687355075</id><published>2008-11-29T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:26:06.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Infinitely Interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[I'd never post this if I wrote it. There are things better left unwritten here hahaha.]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am in love with you. I am up at &lt;st1:time hour="23" minute="26"&gt;11:26pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; contemplating on what possible meaning these feelings could have. These feelings that float back up like hot water in cold water doing the convention current thing it does. I miss you. Terribly. I am in dire need to see you. In psychology, a need is defined as an existing want. I want you. I want you so bad. I want you like how a dying person wants water in a desolate desert. Like how an LA girl living in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Maine&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; wants the sun. Like how everyone wants what they can’t have. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;I can’t have you. I guess you’ve made it clear. I can’t shed any tears. I don’t have the right to. I deserve this. I’m just being a weak, inexperienced, desperate, masochistic romantic with no hope. Stories like mine are worth making into some soap opera or a song. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;I will wait though. I will keep on waiting. By some twist of faith, I’ll wait for that momentous day when we could Be again. May it be the next life? So it’s come to this- to the point of reincarnation. So this is what they talk about- how love breaks all boundaries- if we think hard enough or rather, imagine hard enough.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;How deceiving love is. It’s one big expectation to something so predictable. It makes one a slave of their own expectation of the world. In the end, we’re the cause of our own undoing. We had succumbed to the temptation of what Love has to offer. The comfort, the attention, and the darn sweet things are all bait! So bittersweet. What are we but pawns? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Skepticism will do nothing but just prolong my pain. I can’t help it at all. I’ve grown up seeing not a single act of love from my parents to each other. My grandpa, God bless his soul, passed away when I was just a kid so I’ve never even seen the love between them manifest itself. Maybe I was just too young to remember. Either way, I can’t use my family as a reason for my failed love life. That would deter my capability of changing the course of my life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I’m not going to pretend that I don’t want love or I hate it or anything. Like I said, I’m a weak, inexperienced, desperate, masochistic romantic with no hope. I want it. I want it so bad but I don’t want to end up a fool. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Cross my heart, I want things to go back to third year. To that party. To that space in between two cars outside where I doomed myself. Where I lost you. Where I became the fool without even lifting a finger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I love you. I can’t believe I’m writing this down but I love you. I never thought of saying those three words ever in my life. I never thought to have the reason to say it but now there’s you. I love you. I’ve loved you since we parted. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;You never know the worth of something until it’s gone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Come back to me please. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &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/4159583835804095389-9172505799687355075?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/9172505799687355075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=9172505799687355075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/9172505799687355075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/9172505799687355075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-infinitely-interesting.html' title='Something Infinitely Interesting'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-3428413633900195831</id><published>2008-11-29T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:55:12.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;NICA! Finally, I watched Twilight! Can you believe, I was supposed to watch the premiere with Loupo, Mart, Paula, and Arie but in order to do that, I had to not attend training. Ask Paula and Arie how looong I had to contemplate and decide. My face was so troubled and everything haha. Coz really, I can't just skip training. It's my responosibility to attend training because I joined Street and I made a commitment to them. Plus, I had a super heavy feeling in my chest when I as-of-now decided then to watch Twilight. I knew it was guilt and I knew that the right thing to do was to go to training. This was a Wednesday mind you and Street had a gig that Friday in Miriam College for their Musicality concert. There was no thursday training because we were told to watch the Skechers team perform as a spot performance in Innersoul's Carnivale concert. I was a cast for the MC gig and I already performed the routine before. However, I was also thinking that they might take me out if I don't attend and they'll have to reblock. It's a hassle and it's unfair. So thus, I trained that day. :) My chest felt normal again haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, now that I have watched it, I want to watch it again just so I can rewind to the romantic parts and get all kilig. hahaha. The movie was a bit fast-paced and there were DEFINITELY some funny parts. I LOVE JASPER FOREVER. HIS FACE XD Jacob's hot only in the book. :| I can't wait to see him in the second movie where his hair would be shorter. He looks taong grasa kasi, sorry haha. Edward has his awkward moments too- like when he stares at Bella and when he saved her in port angeles. XD His eyes are like bulging out XD But hey, he's awesomely awesome in the steamy scenes :D I love Charlie! He's such a cute dad haha. Alice is adorable! She should've had more lines :( Rosalie was portrayed really good :) GAAHH, I'm downloading the soundtrack right now haha. I love this movie- not as disappointing as Eragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nics, I wish I could've watched with you :( It would've been the time of my life. When you get back, let's redo all the things that we should be doing together ok?? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-3428413633900195831?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/3428413633900195831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=3428413633900195831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3428413633900195831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3428413633900195831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-8500064722463670803</id><published>2008-11-24T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:37:06.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skechers Street Dance Battle Year 4 CHAMPIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am extremely proud of the compet team!! They've worked SOO hard- 7-9am and 6-9pm onwards trainings everyday! And MILLIONS OF PRAYERS. Wow, all of us, as a team, prayed so hard and we were desperate for God. Kahit di manalo, basta yung gusto lang namin ay makita ang Diyos sa pagsasayaw nila. Makita na nandoon siya kasama nila dahil yun naman lang ang gusto namin. Na magsilbing instrumento ng Diyos upang maipakita sa lahat ang kanyang kapangyarihan at ang kanyang dangal. Siya ang dahilan kung bakit kami nanalo. Hindi kami iyon. It was all His doing. Sabi nga ni coach, kilala niya kami kaya di pwede na sabihin na sila daw yung gumawa nun. It could only be done by God Himself. After 3 years, pinangarap ng Street ang Championships. Parang added bonus lang yung trophy at cash. Pero nakamtan namin yung aming kagustuhan na ma-inspire ang Araneta. Narinig namin iyon nung halos buong Araneta ang nagsigawan ng "LA Salle!" habang sasabihin na yung panalo. Grabe, naramdaman ko ang banal na espiritu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was such an awesome experience! Such an inspiration!! I am truly looking forward to the next Skechers where we will be defending champions. However, UP street will be competing then so us newbies will really have to step it up. Coach said that there will be A LOT of stumbling blocks ahead for us and that in those times, we would need the Bible by our side. I should start working on my quiet time. Start pursuing God more. He's the source of all these blessings. :) EXCELLENCE, STREET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;BTW, as we were all sharing our experiences in the big dome last night in our victory party today, something struck me. As Kuya RJ, I think it was him, blessed the future Executive Board [since most of the EB would be graduating this year :(] coach shouted my name. "Ikat! Ikaw na yun!" PRESSURE. Just because I had the spiritual gift of leadership! hahaha. But I'm flattered :) I really am. Moreover, I'm very anxious. It's such a big responsibility! I'd never been good at leading. I'm speaking from experience. :| But if God wants me there, it's for a reason. He wouldn't put me there without equipping me with what I need. Never know, I might be just blind to them right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO CADS AND T.I.P.! Also to Miriam, Holy Spirit, and CSR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-8500064722463670803?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/8500064722463670803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=8500064722463670803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8500064722463670803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8500064722463670803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/11/skechers-street-dance-battle-year-4.html' title='Skechers Street Dance Battle Year 4 CHAMPIONS'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-3264349875056231792</id><published>2008-11-22T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:19:35.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3rd term sched</title><content type='html'>I encoded my own sched! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table str="" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 359pt;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="479"&gt;&lt;col style="width: 62pt;" width="83"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 56pt;" width="75"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 64pt;" width="85"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 59pt;" width="79"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 65pt;" width="86"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 53pt;" width="71"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 62pt;" width="83" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 56pt;" width="75"&gt;Monday&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 64pt;" width="85"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 59pt;" width="79"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 65pt;" width="86"&gt;Thursday&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 53pt;" width="71"&gt;Friday&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 62pt;" width="83" height="17"&gt;10:30-11:30&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 56pt;" width="75"&gt;COMSK2X&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td rowspan="2" class="xl24" style="width: 64pt;" width="85"&gt;PETWODA (10:20-12:20)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 59pt;" width="79"&gt;COMSK2X&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td rowspan="2" class="xl24" style="width: 65pt;" width="86"&gt;COMSK2X (9:20-11:10)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 53pt;" width="71"&gt;COMSK2X&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 62pt;" width="83" height="17"&gt;11:40-12:40&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 56pt;" width="75"&gt;BMAT2X&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 59pt;" width="79"&gt;BMAT2X&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 53pt;" width="71"&gt;BMAT2X&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 62pt;" width="83" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 56pt;" width="75"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 64pt;" width="85"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 59pt;" width="79"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 65pt;" width="86"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 53pt;" width="71"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 25.5pt;" height="34"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 25.5pt; width: 62pt;" width="83" height="34"&gt;2:30-3:30&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 56pt;" width="75"&gt;FILIP13&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 64pt;" width="85"&gt;BMAT2X (1:00-2:00)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 59pt;" width="79"&gt;FILIP13&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 65pt;" width="86"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 53pt;" width="71"&gt;FILIP13&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 25.5pt;" height="34"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 25.5pt; width: 62pt;" width="83" height="34"&gt;3:40-4:40&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 56pt;" width="75"&gt;PHILOMA&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 64pt;" width="85"&gt;WORLITE (2:40-4:10&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 59pt;" width="79"&gt;PHILOMA&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 65pt;" width="86"&gt;WORLITE&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 53pt;" width="71"&gt;PHILOMA&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 62pt;" width="83" height="17"&gt;4:20-5:50&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 56pt;" width="75"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 64pt;" width="85"&gt;RECONSE&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 59pt;" width="79"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 65pt;" width="86"&gt;RECONSE&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 53pt;" width="71"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-3264349875056231792?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/3264349875056231792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=3264349875056231792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3264349875056231792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3264349875056231792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-3rd-term-sched.html' title='My 3rd term sched'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-1595972561137365110</id><published>2008-11-22T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:18:18.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The List</title><content type='html'>19 things for my 19th year HAHA&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Macbook Pro 15'' [asa ikat. asa. XD]&lt;div&gt;2. A NEW PHONE [please lord. please lang. my dream phone. hahaha]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Nikon DSLR [umasa ka pa. haha]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. black or red pumps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. BIG SUPPLY OF TOBLERONE :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. starbucks planner 09 [i haven't started collecting stickers haha]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. nike dunks [nice low ones...colorful but not too colorful. no prints. just analogous colors or monochromatic ones. XD]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. ankle boots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. a surprise. kahit ano basta i'll be GENUINELY surprised. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. a hug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. something homemade or handmade. that would be really sweet and thoughtful haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. a big party with all my friends [but i think di to mangyayari XD busy busy busy. oh wells. haha]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. grey or black skinny jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. make- up HAHA [blush brush, blush, bronzer, black eyeliner XD , hi mom!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. to never turn 20. remain a teenager all my life. [FAIL hahaha]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. change. globally, nationally, personally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. DL next term!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. to finally get a hint from you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. nica, come home. i don't care if it's just a piece of you haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-1595972561137365110?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/1595972561137365110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=1595972561137365110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/1595972561137365110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/1595972561137365110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/11/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-4824148681496166680</id><published>2008-11-15T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:43:09.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jess interprets my dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Okay, so there's this super ironic thing that happened and I can't believe I didn't mention it here. I'm in the same dance company as his friend's- Jess. She's Jazz and I'm Street. Apparently, she knew all about me and my history with him. [Everyone who's batchmates with him would know all about me. He's a heartthrob in San Beda which is no surprise there and I didn't know it was at a THAT extreme level] And apparently, she told Joe about me being in the same team before too while I was also oblivious to the fact that she was also the same girl from San Beda in NCC last year who went up to me to say "Joe says goodluck" out of the blue, MONTHS after he and I drifted apart. O_O I did not recognize her AT ALL although she recognized me. She looks so different now compared to before! Maaan, it's a strange SMALL world. We were properly introduced just a couple of weeks ago and we're on very friendly terms suprisingly. Usually, as it happens in movies and stuff, the friend of the guy who got his heart broken by his [whatever you call a girl like me is to him...a fling? an ex? whatever] totally hates [whatever you call a girl like me is to him... etc.] But no, we're friends and it's totally cool. :) She gave me her blessing on my attempt to BBTF [bring back the flame],well, HIS flame. My flame's been burning since then. It has never stopped. CHEESY but true. XD hahahaha! My gahd, what is that boy doing to me XD She's also the one who told me that before, he used to doodle my name at the back of is notebook and that Dark Blue reminded him of me. Shit, that boy is too cute. hahaha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So anyway, refer to my entry before this for my dream. Her interpretation of my dream is that the stage is like his judgement floor. He's choosing between me and Alex. [He used to like her last summer...and she's my kabarkada. haha. but then again they were friends longer.] According to HER, he'll be choosing me and this time, he'll never let go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can't help but smile at that haha no matter how WILD it seems. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Dashboard sings, "Hope...dangles on a string...like slow spinning redemption winding winding out, the shine of it has caught my eye..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-4824148681496166680?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/4824148681496166680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=4824148681496166680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4824148681496166680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4824148681496166680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/11/jess-interprets-my-dream.html' title='Jess interprets my dream'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-8901315750751509265</id><published>2008-11-13T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:50:13.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Dreams</title><content type='html'>Weird Dream. AGAIN. On the other hand, I'm glad you were in it :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Setting: stage [It looked like the TYA...well, I think it WAS the TYA XD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were practicing dances...I was probably thinking so much about Remix, the Inter-Lasallian Dance Competition in DLSU tom presented by LSDC, that this dream happened haha. I was onstage with Alex, the last person I had a YM conversation with last night. She had a male partner and so did the rest of the people onstage except for me. I didn't know what we were gonna dance until the music played; Swing. I had no idea whatsoever of the choreo  but as it happens in all dreams, my feet moved by itself as if it had a life of their own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the audience were my friends. I forgot who they were but I know he was there. After the dance, I went down to the seats and hung around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here's the thing: roughly before my dream ended, he was about to leave. The usual greeting was a beso but in the dream it was a hug...several hugs. The last of them being a long one and the one before the last was a I'm-never-letting-you-go kind of hug. I dared to initiate the latter and thinking that the dream was real, hoped to God he didn't find it weird or awkward. And he didn't, because he was the one who prolonged the embrace. And I happily stayed there. Not long after that, when he left, I recieved a text from him saying something along the lines of "Let's do this again" or "Next time". Sadly, my dream ended there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What does it meaaaaannn. Ugh. I can't take philosophical dreams right now. I'm so stressed with the Remix thing. :| Which I'll be dancing in btw. XD and the dance is not Swing. It's CAPOEIRA. :)) gaaahh, hahaha. I'll be wearing nothing but a sports bra and jazz pants in front of an audience. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-8901315750751509265?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/8901315750751509265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=8901315750751509265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8901315750751509265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8901315750751509265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-and-my-dreams.html' title='Me and My Dreams'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-2915951576183414039</id><published>2008-11-04T19:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:17:15.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lomography 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SRA8xyUKa8I/AAAAAAAAARE/G32vVik6dWE/s1600-h/IMG-0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SRA8xyUKa8I/AAAAAAAAARE/G32vVik6dWE/s200/IMG-0114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264774790413708226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SRAy-eal2SI/AAAAAAAAAQs/g734fQprflw/s200/IMG-0057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SRA69JJD1dI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pOirlJ6r-lM/s200/IMG-0065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SRA7oFVpNZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/r8RYyuFxqLw/s200/IMG-0088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-2915951576183414039?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/2915951576183414039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=2915951576183414039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2915951576183414039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2915951576183414039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/11/lomography-2.html' title='Lomography 2'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SRA8xyUKa8I/AAAAAAAAARE/G32vVik6dWE/s72-c/IMG-0114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-2503200549119520018</id><published>2008-11-03T17:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:01:24.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lomography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7nXKrWA1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/sNY34nbA1WE/s1600-h/IMG_8535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7nXKrWA1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/sNY34nbA1WE/s200/IMG_8535.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264399399631848274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7mY5aRB0I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Bd5nHa4N_bo/s200/DSC03121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7nkmElHaI/AAAAAAAAAQk/hWoigsk9g4I/s200/IMG-0737.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7mjcrZuvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1R7Thi-PrEQ/s1600-h/DSC06411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7mjcrZuvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1R7Thi-PrEQ/s200/DSC06411.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264398511110732530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7m-s41qsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/otKZxPpYEa8/s200/DSC_2014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7nJ517MZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/iz_BziFZ9BU/s200/DSC_2015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7mQjKRfBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/QrR5fHy2klQ/s1600-h/CIMG1682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7mQjKRfBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/QrR5fHy2klQ/s320/CIMG1682.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264398186433313810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7mKWlpEWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AW9dYHrxFYc/s320/070503-1249a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7SwC7yejI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vTx9yyywsHg/s1600-h/DSC_0574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7SwC7yejI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vTx9yyywsHg/s320/DSC_0574.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264376737305885234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7Sg-u6YrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/8ZWx7WSG6iA/s320/sabelicious-608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7SpaGgmeI/AAAAAAAAAPc/DZy3aWd7vx8/s320/DSC07149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7STX1qRII/AAAAAAAAAPM/VsKlEtAdt0E/s320/sabelicious-524.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7SH-1mmAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZeVwV1LZK4U/s320/sabelicious-519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Pat showed me how to do :) comment please :D I should really take workshops. For future use haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-2503200549119520018?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/2503200549119520018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=2503200549119520018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2503200549119520018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2503200549119520018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/11/lomography.html' title='Lomography'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SQ7nXKrWA1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/sNY34nbA1WE/s72-c/IMG_8535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-27815853968273020</id><published>2008-10-31T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:56:02.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitter Patter On The Rooftop</title><content type='html'>You can listen to the rhythm of the raindrops&lt;div&gt;I wish the sun would come instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a song for rainy days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Let's go dance around in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't pay any attention to the people staring from inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll leave our cares behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It felt good seeing your concern for my health. I had fun reminiscing our childhood with Santa and our christmas traditions too. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-27815853968273020?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/27815853968273020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=27815853968273020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/27815853968273020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/27815853968273020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/10/pitter-patter-on-rooftop.html' title='Pitter Patter On The Rooftop'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-364701489865639263</id><published>2008-10-31T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:09:30.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Luck On Halloween</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I got another sprain on the same leg that I got sprained when I tripped on a volleyball. This time, I tripped on my teammate's foot while dancing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I got sick. Fever and body pains. I had no energy whatsoever to commute home so I had to have the car pick me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad luck on Halloween. I had plans with Paula and Loupo tonight but because of these events, I couldn't go. I'm sorry guys. I know you're pissed. Please understand that I am not making this up. If I could go, then I would. But my body's has reached its peak I guess. It's trying to tell me to rest. I'm really sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-364701489865639263?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/364701489865639263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=364701489865639263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/364701489865639263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/364701489865639263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-luck-on-halloween.html' title='Bad Luck On Halloween'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-2719149295490143026</id><published>2008-10-29T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:59:05.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought # 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do you ever think, when you're all alone, what we could be, where this thing could go?&lt;div&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has it ever crossed your mind? When we're hanging, spending time together...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Crush, David Archuleta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-2719149295490143026?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/2719149295490143026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=2719149295490143026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2719149295490143026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2719149295490143026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/10/thought-7.html' title='Thought # 7'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-1470627743027792629</id><published>2008-10-27T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:29:45.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I have (I have) you breathing down my neck (breathing down my neck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; I don't (don't know) what you could possibly expect under this condition so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I'll wait (I'll wait) for the ambulance to come (ambulance to come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Pick us up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; What did you possibly expect under this condition so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span&gt;Slow down.. this night's a perfect shade of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; Dark blue (dark blue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I said the world could be burning  and burning down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Dark blue (dark blue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span&gt;Have you ever been alone in a crowded room? Well I'm here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; I said the world could be burning 'til there's nothing but dark blue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; Just dark blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span&gt;This flood (this flood) is slowly rising up swallowing the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; Beneath my feet, Tell me how anybody thinks under this condition so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; I'll swim (I'll swim) as the water rises up, the sun is sinking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And now all I can see are the planets in a row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Suggesting it's best that I slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; This night's a perfect shade of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Dark blue (dark blue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I said the world could be burning (burning) down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Dark blue (dark blue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I said the world could be burning dark blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; We were boxing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; We were boxing the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; We were boxing (we were boxing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; You were swinging for Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And then the water reached the West Coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And took the power lines (the power lines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span&gt;And it was me and you (this could last forever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; And the whole town under water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; There was nothing we could do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; It was dark blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Dark blue (dark blue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I said the world could be burning (burning) down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Dark blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I said the room could be burning now there's nothing but dark blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span&gt;If you've ever been alone in the dark blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; If you've ever been alone you'll know (you'll know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;It's so funny how this song reminds me of him and it reminds him of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-1470627743027792629?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/1470627743027792629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=1470627743027792629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/1470627743027792629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/1470627743027792629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/10/dark-blue.html' title='Dark Blue'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-8400314248546632955</id><published>2008-10-26T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:13:06.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's this?</title><content type='html'>Friday night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, I see your point XD so that means if I watch you're gonna watch wit me XD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw, sayang O.o fine, I'll invite when I get the details :p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS? I really don't know but I know one thing; it fueled the fire. Which could be bad. The weather's unpredictable; it could rain any day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-8400314248546632955?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/8400314248546632955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=8400314248546632955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8400314248546632955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8400314248546632955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-this.html' title='What&apos;s this?'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-5707951582125825078</id><published>2008-10-24T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:40:12.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date?</title><content type='html'>Wednesday couldn't have come any sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a blur. I felt like I was on auto-pilot and I was crouched in the deep recesses of my cockpit, being all embarrassingly giddy and excited while my body mechanically executes the usual-daily-routine-that-is-school. When have I ever felt like this? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sure as hell that I don't want to be one of them teenagers whose over-giddiness leads them to think that they're invincible just because they found their 'true love'. &lt;/span&gt; Of course, my cynicism will never leave me. It's a defense mechanism. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My Paternal Parental Unit is very effective in displaying common place affections. :T I should know.&lt;/span&gt; But the IRONY of it all! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HOPE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I HOPE LIKE I'VE NEVER HOPED BEFORE. It's sickening! I disgust myself! I know it'll lead to nothing. For who could commit the same mistake? I'm a mess and no one would have me. [JESUS CHRIST. Now I'm PITYING myself! How low can I get??] But let's get one thing straight: true love? I am definitely on grey area when it comes to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lunch break and I left the SDA to accompany my blockmates to eat in some new eating place along the street.To cut the unnecessaries, Artu's gig was about to start and he was there in the 'fancy caf', as he calls it, waiting for our mutual friend to go on. I couldn't contain that disgusting giddy smile from creeping up. I couldn't help it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was a human subject to emotional kinetics. [if there is such a term]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Thus, I proceeded and left a mere ''I'm going to see my friend in the caf" for my blockmates to gnaw on. If I had told them who came&lt;/span&gt;, they probably would've have come along and not eaten. So I let them have their much needed nourishment. I care kasi. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked along the hallway leading to the 'HSM' caf, questions were coming at me from an unknown insignificant place. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How will you see him through the crowd? You might look dumb just standing there and looking around... What will you say?? Will he mind me at all or will his South friends entertain him and I'll be OP? Should I stay for just awhile or wait till my next class starts? What is he thinking??? &lt;/span&gt;By the time that last question popped up, I had found him amidst the people and greeted him with a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; beso&lt;/span&gt;. XD Soon after, we were comparing the facilites of our respected schools and battling against which one is cooler. My unease disappeared from his laidback attitude. It was a normal conversation; no awkwardness; we even had a few laughs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Server brought up her 18th birthday party. She said that she wanted everyone to bring dates. I knew where this was headed. I heard it from Rav that morning but I didn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ikat, you're taking Josue"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bring myself to look at his reaction! My face was contorted with numerous expressions that tried to break the surface, trying to show a mask and the other flesh. I don't know if he noticed. I was too busy straightening my facade. :)) hahaha. I swear, with him around, it's like I'm more of an introvert than I have ever been in my whole life XD  After what seemed like 5 minutes, the atmosphere relaxed...well, at least for me. I don't know if they sensed my tension. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say, all good things must end right? I had to tear myself away from him to attend class. Duh, I'm still responsible. However, it surprised me that he still wanted to be with me [or at least that's what I'm telling myself? hahaha] He wanted to see the classrooms. Too bad God had more things in store for me because he only reached till the 11th floor. haha. The elevator was fully loaded. He texted me after saying that I'll show him the classrooms &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next time.&lt;/span&gt; So there will be a next time? :) Sorry, can't help but smile! [Jesus, I'm such a wimp :T haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all that made me smile, we had another conversation through sms about the 'dates' thing that Server mentioned. I said I was ok with the idea of him being my date. And he said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Same here :)"&lt;/span&gt; whooooooooo! Our conversation didn't end there! We had a YM conversation that night too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have this much hope in me. I'm so convinced that this won't end how I want it to end. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It never ends the right way. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not with me hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-5707951582125825078?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/5707951582125825078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=5707951582125825078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5707951582125825078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5707951582125825078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/10/date.html' title='Date?'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-2566064327104299967</id><published>2008-10-22T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:29:25.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heels Over Head</title><content type='html'>Now I'm heels over head, I'm hanging upside down- Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God always sends me a saving grace to pull me out of my pit of depression and frustration. And in the back of my head, I had a gut feeling of it's arrival. It was nagging me, reminding every time my head was not filled with math problems, economic data, and cultural concepts. It was like a thought bubble suddenly inflated by some mysterious breath and expanded until it filled every nook and cranny of my consciousness. It was a good feeling. Sort of like Anticipation. Anticipation for something great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came that Monday afternoon. After a weekend of frustration, a deprived night of sleep, and an emotional morning, my saving grace manifested itself. As I trudged to training in La Salle Main, I saw a familiar face. Somehow, I knew it before I said the words out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was visiting his friends in Taft. I felt a pang. He said he'd tell me when he'll be visiting. I voiced my feelings in a comic way so as not to reveal any more than I should. To my relief, he was planning on a second visit. On Wednesday, he would be watching his friend's gig in SDA, my building. Whilst I was having a conversation with him physically, I was having my own conversation inside my head. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's visiting again! He'll be in my building!&lt;/span&gt; Adrenaline surged through my veins. It was like being replenished after a hard day's work- something I really needed. I felt like the day that had passed had been dull- black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like, in a crowd,  my eyes were searching for you. And once I did, vivid colors flood my sight, rendering everything as bright and as beautiful and worth living for as compared to the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-2566064327104299967?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/2566064327104299967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=2566064327104299967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2566064327104299967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2566064327104299967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/10/heels-over-head.html' title='Heels Over Head'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-5492910717043240852</id><published>2008-10-19T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:25:50.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Again</title><content type='html'>I will NEVER EVER team up with you again! You can't be relied on, you can't be trusted to do your part, and you don't have ANY common sense!! You just might be one of the most dense people I've EVER met yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I'm definitely not the person who has the patience to be spending time with a person who has a mind of sloth. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-5492910717043240852?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/5492910717043240852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=5492910717043240852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5492910717043240852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5492910717043240852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/10/never-again.html' title='Never Again'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-7276662321659278447</id><published>2008-10-18T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:09:45.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deblock.</title><content type='html'>A word that can apply to any instituition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-7276662321659278447?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/7276662321659278447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=7276662321659278447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7276662321659278447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7276662321659278447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/10/deblock.html' title='Deblock.'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-3385453463647989509</id><published>2008-10-10T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:02:47.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brisingr!</title><content type='html'>YAY! I have a new book to read! The 3rd installment of the Eragon series! Whooo! So far, I've read a couple of chapters. The story's unraveling itself well. Nica, I suggest you read this book. Have you even read Eldest? hahaha. Read the 2nd one first before the 3rd. They're equally enthralling and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nica, namimiss kita. Kahit na may accent ka, mahal pa rin kita. Kahit magaling ka sa pag-ingles mo, mali pa rin ang grammar mo pero ok lang yun kasi namimiss ko rin yun galing sa iyo. XD Sana makabalik ka dito sa Pinas sa Pasko! Ipinagdadasal kita! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-3385453463647989509?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/3385453463647989509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=3385453463647989509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3385453463647989509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3385453463647989509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/10/brisingr.html' title='Brisingr!'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-1896654997400621874</id><published>2008-10-06T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:51:51.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought # 6</title><content type='html'>When you've absorbed all norms and social facts, you gradually change into one of the puzzle pieces that fit so perfectly to the big picture that is called stereotype. Nowadays, everything is a stereotype. Being unconventional has a stereotype too. Where has individuality gone? It became just another piece of the puzzle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-1896654997400621874?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/1896654997400621874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=1896654997400621874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/1896654997400621874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/1896654997400621874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/10/thought-6.html' title='Thought # 6'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-243145715861438943</id><published>2008-10-05T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:15:30.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought # 5</title><content type='html'>Ephesians 5:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But everything that is exposed to the light becomes visible..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i just center myself on His will, let Him light my way, then the truth will be visible, things will be clearer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-243145715861438943?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/243145715861438943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=243145715861438943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/243145715861438943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/243145715861438943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/10/thought-5.html' title='Thought # 5'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-258884285253388765</id><published>2008-09-29T19:35:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:57:53.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOhkt_aJoKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xOQfu4LEqa0/s1600-h/DSC-0440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SODHPa5rqMI/AAAAAAAAANs/5dfzh2docwU/s320/P1013983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251416233247221954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training Tuesday night- had to learn frontwalk and butterfly for the gig on thursday O_O sorta injured my left pinkie toe hahaha :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning, sprained my ankle during PE... stepped on a volleyball :| another injury haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training on Thursday morning till my class started at 11:20. worked on my frontwalk till i injured my ankle again. Coach made me do an usher instead...which I executed well in one day thanks to the Lord :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sayaw Para Kay Tara Event in Bela Bar, San Juan. It was a charity event to raise money for an Atenean student, Tara, who got held up and shot in the head in a jeep on the eve of her birthday. Saw Tetel! I swear, that girl is blessed with the gift of dance :) The place was full of very talented and gifted dancers! I was so awed at how good they were. We were so blessed to have performed and to have helped Tara in her expenses. Please pray for her speedy recovery! I heard she's out of the ICU and is fighting. Please let's all pray for her health and her family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I rode with Server and Luj to Alabang for Rav, Isa, and Alex's 18th party. I asked last minute from my mom that morning lang XD I was planning to sleep over too so I packed that time na rin XD Hannah, my blockmate, is a saviour for lending me her white clothes for the party! hahaha So yes, rode to Alabang, worked on Alex's birthday video, dressed up, left, arrived. Party Party! I finally saw Arya and Ingga! Basta, I saw old friends again and it was such a great feeling to catch up and spend time together that night. Especially with someone I've had a lot of faults against...yeah, you probably know who it is. He's up there in one of the pics. haha. We had a moment out there in the curb. :) Just pure catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a blast to hang with the South people. Especially AFTER the party. MAN. WHAT AN AFTER PARTY. A combination of Tokyo Drift, The Hills, The OC,  and Laguna Beach. Let's just say that a fight almost happened and that 7 cars were chasing each other in Ayala Alabang Village in the wee hours of the morning. IT'S WILD- a scene out of the forementioned tv shows. XD hahaha, whoooo! It was such an experience. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wildness that was Friday night, I rode home with Wanie along with Arya. Tita Cindy, Wanie's mom treated us to Chowking and I tasted there milk tea for the first time. It wasn't bad but I preferred the one in Taft, Zen Tea. haha. And so, we bummed and recovered hours of sleep that were missed due to the drama last night. Arya left soon and later, Wanie and I got ready to watch the dance competition that both of our dance teams were part of. It was in Spotlight in Makati. We passed by Rockwell first to get some dinner. Congrats to everyone! CADS- 3rd, LSDC-2nd, UST- 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, it was the Skechers Elims. I was supposed to go but I wasn't allowed. Time to rest. And I SO AGREED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-258884285253388765?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/258884285253388765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=258884285253388765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/258884285253388765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/258884285253388765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOhkt_aJoKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xOQfu4LEqa0/s72-c/DSC-0440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-4930503532555979843</id><published>2008-09-17T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:19:34.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Tired II</title><content type='html'>Finally! I have time to update you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, last weekend, I had my Street teambuilding all the way in Tagaytay in our team member's house named Dona. The place that she lives in is like a compound of houses that are narrow and  side-by-side. There's a guardhouse before you enter the compound. Across the street from it, there's the clubhouse with the pool, golf course, and playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is cozy and small. 3 floors. The team of 35 slept mostly in the attic while the Executive Board had rooms at the second floor. The kitchen, living room, and dining room were all downstairs. Moreover, the family of Dona owned the house next to their neighbor's house so using the bathroom won't be a problem for a team this big. Some could use the other house's bathrooms to take a bath and stuff. At the attic, there were several sofa beds and matresses laid out. The aircon wasn't working on the first night but it was alright. Tagaytay weather is cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our teambuilding was full of Devotion sessions and activities that revolved around God. It brought us back to basics of Street. LSDC- La Salle Dancers For Christ. We had an Amaze-King Race. We were given a story of a King from the bible and we had to finish tasks and be the first ones to finish. Everything was really revolved on Him. Well, except for the food preparations. We were grouped and had 4 members.. Each group was assigned to a country. They were American [breakfast], Italian [lunch], Chinese [merienda], Meditteranean [dinner], Pinoy [breakfast], and lastly, Japanese [lunch] My group was assigned to the MEDITTERANEAN. We were thinking kebab but we were given only an HOUR to prepare but we needed more than that. So yeah, we had a dilemma. Plus, we had to split costs. It was literally like one of those classes of Ms. Nunez in Home Economics were she was making &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kwento&lt;/span&gt; already about the prices of the food in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;palengke&lt;/span&gt; and such. As in, I felt like a housewife XD But it was such a good experience. My dad wanted me to take the reigns and guide the group with my ''cooking expertise''. HAH. I'm not good really. Either the food is too&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hilaw&lt;/span&gt; or too cooked...in other words burnt and hard. XD The food thing was a contest. The EB wanted it to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bongga&lt;/span&gt;- complete with menu, decorations, appetizer, main course, dessert, drinks, and service! WHEW! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grabe sila&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha. But it's all good. Super fun hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've laid down some details, I shall narrate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had class that day from 9:20am till 4:40pm. Meet up was in Mcdo. The first car would be leaving at 5:30pm and I'd be leaving with them. The EB assigned car assignments and I was to ride with James Roy. We're buddy buddy now. He's not all that bad. Very opinionated, friendly, and articulate. I was with 2 other newbies, Jero, and Gela. Gela and I are lesbian lovers IN THEORY. hahaha! Jero has mad skillz. James and I say that coz he's so quiet and shy around street and he rarely speaks up. James took the opportunity to interview us while he was driving and we discovered a whole lotta stuff about Jero enough to say that he's got MAD SKILLZ hahaha. So anyway, Gela and I were in the same food group and we had ZERO ingredients. We got to Mcdo around 5 and left quickly to grab some stuff in Harrison. We didn't notice the time passing until Kuya Gino, our vice- company manager and Kuya RJ, our company manager, started calling and texting us. I swear, they're like a Mrs. Eala to me. I get scared when they talk to me HAHAHA. That's what I call intimidation mehn. So yeah, they told us to take a pedicab back coz they were waiting for us nalang. I texted James coz I thought he was there already waiting for us too. But pala, he wasn't there himself so we were kinda confused coz the EB had a different car assignment so we were like, why are they waiting for us pa? So anyway, we hurried back and found out that the EB left already but James arrived already. Thus, we were on our way with a roadtrip soundtrack care of James' iTouch. I should ask him for his songs. They were really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop over! Ate dinner in Jollibee with my car peeps plus Job, Martin, Trish, and Brent. Martin keeps teasing me and saying I'm a loser. hahaha. I tease him back by making an issue with Rash. they ''supposedly'' have a thing, which is all joke- products of our boredom and kalokohan. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! We arrive! We waited for the other cars to get there and started our first Devo session. After that, freshening up and preparing for lights out. That night, the senior, junior and newbie members had a late night scary story telling session. Bonding time! We were all clumped up in one corner of the attic with our blankets around us trying to stay close and inside the circle. hahaha, you know how chilly it gets when you're part of the outside people in the circle. you get the chills XD hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, breakfast time. Had a game before the 2nd session. Bonded again with music! I swear, it was like a karaoke bar in the attic XD. James brought a guitar kasi haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch. Then the Amaze-King Race. We were first all the way through until the second to the last task where we had to pick a key from a bowl of other keys to unlock the lock that was tying the balloon with the next clue in it from getting out. The other team caught up with us, James' team. But there were so many complications that the EB had to sit down and talk about the winner. hahaha! I swear, that game was like CONDITIONING TIMES 5. We were running from one end of the village to the clubhouse! In addition, the weather was COLD and it drizzled for sometime! WHOO, whatta race. I really ran like my life depended on it. XD To the point that after the race, I was nahihilo and I couldn't walk properly or even maintain my balance without my shins and ankles hurting HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group went to the market in Tagaytay to buy the other ingredients we missed. For that, we missed free time and another bonding time...plus Chinese merienda haha. We were clueless about what to serve for dessert so I brought them to a bakery shop and bought the choco roll that looked meditteranean XD We just drizzled chocolate syrup and added walnuts. We cooked and prepared until alas! Meditteranean cuisine: Zuchinni soup, Greek meatballs with tomato sauce, tuna salad, and hot oven-fresh bread. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, another session. We were all tired and people were falling asleep. But we tried our best to stay awake. Kuya Benj surprised us a few minutes after! He followed us to tagaytay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeap, another late-night bonding session. This time with massages since our bodies were hurting from the race XD Gela, Martin, and I were the main masseus. And we didn't stay up as late since we all terribly needed rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, breakfast the next day , and Joke-pardy game which we were losing tremendously. :)) hahaha. Later, we were packing and getting ready to leave. Then lunch! Japanese! They won first by the way :| We were last HAHAHA. After that, we newbies took a shower at the other house. I was in the bathroom at the ground floor while the others were upstairs.  I already stripped down to my undies but I still had my shirt on. When I looked up, tamang-tama I saw JOB LOOKING AT ME FROM THE WINDOW THAT WAS OPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't see anything though. He apologized after XD OHMEHGAHD. I felt so violated in some way ahahahaha!!! but it was a funny experience for the both of us. We were like family anyway. :) So, after putting down the blinds, i took a shower, packed, then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop over again!! This time I had Pancake House! whoo!! My all-time fave golden brown waffle :D I felt like Street was such a family, eating together and laughing in KFC, taking wacky pictures...wow. I never felt so...right. And like I belonged. God put me here for a reason like Coach said. :)  And so, we all left again...on our way to taft, the drop-off point. I fell asleep in James' car on the way. AND I SWEAR IT TOOK US LIKE LESS THAN 30 MINUTES. I was like...We're here already?!!? hahaha. Parang I cloesd my eyes and the next thing I know we were in Mcdo na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the magical weekend officially ended, we prayed before everyone went their seperate ways. We all hugged like a family. The atmosphere was just SO DIFFERENT from before. It really showed how God was with us during the weekend. :) Praise God! I give thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for giving me Street. I've grown so much in such a small span of time. Let us glorify the Lord! :) We are La Salle Dancers for Christ!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-4930503532555979843?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/4930503532555979843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=4930503532555979843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4930503532555979843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4930503532555979843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/09/dead-tired-ii.html' title='Dead Tired II'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-6225551522247237064</id><published>2008-09-15T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:58:55.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Tired</title><content type='html'>too tired to type anything and recount the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how tired i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lack several hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-6225551522247237064?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/6225551522247237064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=6225551522247237064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/6225551522247237064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/6225551522247237064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/09/dead-tired.html' title='Dead Tired'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-1979395021522704468</id><published>2008-09-10T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:02:36.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And It All Came Crashing Down</title><content type='html'>Goes to show how life can be a bitch and slap you at the face right when you least expect it. I had so many blessings that day and so many things to be thankful for. My teachers this term are better and my schedule isn't so laidback. I got used to how things run in Street and I took a risk by  making myself vulnerable to the other members. I put down my wall and shared my thoughts, my problems, my fears. Coach led Devotion and she bombarded us with questions that made me really think about my life in its entirety. What was my purpose in life? What does God want me to do? What will I be doing passionately for the next 10 years? What unique trait sets me apart from others based on my life experiences? Coach said that we all had greatness in us and that we are all unique. Each of us has a purpose and that at our young age, we should be thinking about it. We only have one lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE LIFETIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Lifetime to discover my purpose&lt;br /&gt;One Lifetime to pursue it&lt;br /&gt;One Lifetime to dedicate it to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out in space, in the heavens, searching and conversing with divine matter, trying to find answers to Coach's questions. I'm sure I would've been a lot closer to them by now if only I wasn't abruptly pulled back into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom quit her job.&lt;br /&gt;We're selling the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two things have drastic implications in my family's life. I just can't bring myself to say them because if I do, I'm scared that they might end up coming true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-1979395021522704468?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/1979395021522704468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=1979395021522704468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/1979395021522704468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/1979395021522704468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-it-all-came-crashing-down.html' title='And It All Came Crashing Down'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-6392110796930039613</id><published>2008-09-06T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:43:32.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing Down My Neck</title><content type='html'>What can you possibly expect under this condition?  Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you? It was me and you, and the whole town underwater and there was nothing we could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn the hands of time and take out the dagger that pierced your heart. I would have filled it up and stitched it with my bare hands. The hands that held yours that dark blue night. I would have whispered "I miss you" in return and hugged you closer under the stars, not caring that we had friends watching us. I would have called you my prince charming when you called me your sleeping beauty. I would have stayed up every night and not accidentally fall asleep on you with my cellphone in hand. I would have said that I liked you too when you whispered in my ear how much you liked me a lot on the dancefloor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I would've kissed you goodnight outside your car when you brought me home. And the few days after that when you surprised me with purple flowers and white roses on Valentine's Day. I would've done all these things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only I knew better.&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;If only I wasn't such a runner.&lt;br /&gt;If only I paused and realized that you were willing to take it slow and not that you didn't see anything for us.&lt;br /&gt;If only I didn't make excuses because I had no other way to deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late. I let you slip away. I'm sure you've moved on. You've made your own closure. I haven't made mine...or rather found it. I saw that you emptied yourself of any feelings for me. I can't say I did the same. I've always liked you. From afar. Discreetly. I see it now. Those who came after you weren't you. It's either there's no one like you, or I haven't found the one who would outshine you and make me move one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that crushes my heart is the fact that the only thing I can do, is just wish. Coz it's the closest to the real thing. We can't go back to the way it was. We can never &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;again. I know i hurt you too much. You'd never think to invest any feelings to the girl who broke your heart. You don't deserve someone like me. I agree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God! How I wish otherwise!! How I wish&lt;br /&gt;That you weren't over me.&lt;br /&gt;That last night made you think twice.&lt;br /&gt;That you still liked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it can never happen. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But let's be friends. We skipped that part. Maybe...just maybe, we can start things up once again. But if not, I would know you better to know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-6392110796930039613?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/6392110796930039613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=6392110796930039613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/6392110796930039613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/6392110796930039613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/09/breathing-down-my-neck.html' title='Breathing Down My Neck'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-4469045764116560131</id><published>2008-09-02T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:28:46.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running With Empty Pockets</title><content type='html'>I'm running down a road at 200 miles per hour with nothing but a quarter full of gas. Every city and town, a destination, stops to be taken to stock for the long travel to my future. Every detour, an obstacle. I encounter dozens and each one that I take, the meter decreases. Next thing I know, I'm empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:T I'm sorry for being such a parasite. I am. Don't deny it. It makes me feel so...walang kwenta everytime. I'm VERY thankful that you're such a great friend but I don't know, I'm thankful, really, I am, but it just makes me feel uncomfortable. It's really a load of my chest whenever you help me out but I'm scared that I'd really depend on you already. I OWE YOU BIG TIME. I really do. Please let me do whatever I can to return the numerous favors you do for me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-4469045764116560131?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/4469045764116560131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=4469045764116560131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4469045764116560131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4469045764116560131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/09/running-with-empty-pockets.html' title='Running With Empty Pockets'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-3319028838545434758</id><published>2008-09-01T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:49:30.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I feel sick right now. I was out the whole day claiming my course cards. I don't know why but i woke up early for it. Plus, I felt fine. I don't know why I'm feeling so sick right now. I got the chills and the sweats. And my right eye hurts...I hope it's not another damn sty. I ALWAYS get stys. Geez. :| And I'm soooo tired. Why am I tired?? I haven't been training nga eh. And I SHOULD train. I feel like I'm behind. Besides, I should be keeping my stamina up coz coach made me understudy for a compe team member for the Avalanche competition on September. I'll be performing in my team member's place for the kick-off party but not in the competition mismo. Good thing yun lang muna. I don't think I'm prepared for the compe team eh...I feel like I should improve on my skills more...not to mention nail my aerial. I have to FOCUS. It's all about FOCUS. Focus, Ikat. Set your eyes on the treasure, arrr... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After course card, I had to get home, eat lunch, then leave for the Dentist. They're gonna do adjustments and blah blah. So to add to the sickness, my teeth hurt. I can't chew properly without feeling the hurt. Ugh. I like to eat pa naman. Haaay. I won't be surprised if I suddenly faint during training or something for not being able to eat. Sana hinde. I have to catch up pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. My eye.&lt;br /&gt;It's throbbing like a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, putting all that bad energy aside, I shall reveal to you my grades :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibstud- 2.5 [HAH. it's the absences hahaha]&lt;br /&gt;Natsca- 2.5 [Damn cellphone]&lt;br /&gt;Filip11- 3.0 [WHOOO. I'm so happy! I thought I'd get a 2!]&lt;br /&gt;History- 3.0&lt;br /&gt;Poligov- 3.5&lt;br /&gt;Gepsych- 3.5&lt;br /&gt;Pe- 3.5&lt;br /&gt;Ordev- haven't gotten it haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo, I'm on Dean's List BEBEH&lt;br /&gt;I am expecting my new phone hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-3319028838545434758?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/3319028838545434758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=3319028838545434758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3319028838545434758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3319028838545434758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/09/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-1954927574347211618</id><published>2008-08-31T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:41:36.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping To Dream</title><content type='html'>I believe in dreams and their prophetic abilities. Although not ALL of my dreams have come true,I've had a number of dreams that have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sort of&lt;/span&gt; come true. [Except for the spawn of evil thing. Thank God. ahahaha! ] I mean, they had similarities with what had happened in reality. I'm sure Nica can relate to this haha. We both love to sleep just to dream. It's a wonderful way to escape things you can't control. It's also a discreet way of the Unconscious to converse with you. They say you dream of things you want- 'your inner desires'. Or that if you keep thinking about something, wether it's traumatizing or not, when you're awake, it'll appear in your dreams.  Well, I believe that too. I dreamt of something I really wanted to happen and that I've been thinking about since SUMMER. I wouldn't admit it to myself in reality but in that dream state, no one was there to judge you or criticize you so I embraced the fact that I really did want that to happen. Maybe it's coz he was the very first person who truly cared? He made me feel that way. And I made a stupid mistake of struggling against the good fisherman...so he let me go. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. My first regret EVER. We haven't talked in a year but a few weeks back, we did. Online. He was different. Or maybe it was my guilt taunting me. I can't call him the way I used to anymore. Maybe there were too many memories attached?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, why can't I let this go? I'll just be disappointed. And besides, it's the past, right? I made the mistake so I should suffer the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that dream. Brings me back to the time when someone really cared. I was so blind to it. Me and my knack for running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing him in a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-1954927574347211618?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/1954927574347211618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=1954927574347211618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/1954927574347211618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/1954927574347211618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleeping-to-dream.html' title='Sleeping To Dream'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-7024497065924875429</id><published>2008-08-29T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:21:28.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sembreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><title type='text'>Sembreak</title><content type='html'>IT FEELS SO GOOD TO GET A WEEK OFF OF SCHOOL. This week was just a jumble of tasks. I had that stupid cellphone plus the packaging that I worried about. I ended up COMPLETELY NOT STUDYING FOR THE BIBSTUD FINAL EXAM. But then I thought to myself when I was running around the house getting ready to leave [imagine, I can still think with all that's happening hahaha] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, won't do this to you for nothing. He will make a way. Don't fret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured I'd just do what I could-I reviewed on the train to school and before the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never done that before.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd miss my stop if I concentrated too much XD&lt;br /&gt;The reviewing helped a bit. A bit is an overstatement really. I had no clue what the test was about. It brought me back to the shotgun days of entrance exams ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WILL NOT DWELL IN THE PAST. I'm too excited for the future haha. It just sucks that Nica's not here. :( I miss that girl tremendously. I don't know what's keeping me going pa. haha. NICAAA, my gosh. It's really different here without you. In my perspective anyway. Haaay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-7024497065924875429?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/7024497065924875429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=7024497065924875429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7024497065924875429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7024497065924875429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/sembreak.html' title='Sembreak'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-2161806501740907303</id><published>2008-08-28T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:53:43.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smug Faces and Hidden Agendas</title><content type='html'>*smug face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there. Can't wait to catch up. haha. I wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-2161806501740907303?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/2161806501740907303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=2161806501740907303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2161806501740907303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2161806501740907303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/smug-faces-and-hidden-agendas.html' title='Smug Faces and Hidden Agendas'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-5701660444640140363</id><published>2008-08-27T19:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:47:20.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Cutters and Soap Bits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SLVJhfC-u2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/vuGTOO7ssAk/s1600-h/DSC06987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SLVJhfC-u2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/vuGTOO7ssAk/s320/DSC06987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239174581133949794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold. Another mishap. A cut on my finger. It doesn't look deep in the pic but in reality, almost the whole corner of my skin came off. Good thing I pinched the skin together. God. The blood was a sight. There were like fat blobs on the sink and all. Funny how the first thing that came to my head was: I wonder why the sight of blood makes people faint...like Bella Swan. She's weird. Hahaha. OH WELL. Not only did I accidentally cut myself from doing my Natsca cellphone model project, but I became blind for a few minutes. The cause of my momentary blindeness were the soap bits that got flicked into my eye from carving the damn cellphone out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bareta&lt;/span&gt;. Jesus. What else can go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, it is done. Cast your eyes upon this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      It is an ergonomic phone. The fitting choice. Fits your lifestyle. Fits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SLVLi9KEosI/AAAAAAAAANA/sP8rWcF6S8w/s1600-h/DSC06972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SLVLi9KEosI/AAAAAAAAANA/sP8rWcF6S8w/s320/DSC06972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239176805419885250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE FINISHED PRODUCT NA PINAGHIRAPAN KO WITH MY SWEAT AND BLOOD. LITERALLY. Although, it's still missing the keypads and all, I think it deserves a 3. hahaha. PLEASE COMMENT :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-5701660444640140363?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/5701660444640140363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=5701660444640140363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5701660444640140363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5701660444640140363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-cutters-and-soap-bits.html' title='Of Cutters and Soap Bits'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SLVJhfC-u2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/vuGTOO7ssAk/s72-c/DSC06987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-8502614090916818537</id><published>2008-08-26T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:24:54.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Imagination</title><content type='html'>Wanna change the world? There's nothing to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to paint. I want to start a novel. I want to make graphic art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-8502614090916818537?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/8502614090916818537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=8502614090916818537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8502614090916818537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8502614090916818537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/pure.html' title='Pure Imagination'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-5575071957348272196</id><published>2008-08-26T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:20:03.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To Jane</title><content type='html'>Disregard the grammar please! I stayed up till 2 to finish it haha. This is my General Psychology autobiography project. I figured I'd share a part of my life that was very important and...life-changing haha. 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The yellow sun, the pristine waters of the sea, the soft sand between my toes, the fresh breeze, the blue skies....I think about the carefree days where even Time itself was on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a break from the series of 'emo' entries. I figured that when I look back at them, I'd be so depressed. I don't want to be so I made a happy entry. Although it's raining right now, my head is still in Bora. It's still in Punta Fuego, in Calatagan, in Greenfields...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 finals on Tuesday and I should be studying. I know I'll do good. It's all about proactive thinking. Apply The Secret haha. And so, I shall stay true to my word and hit the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me, one day, I'd want my own private library. I was browsing through this huge architecture book in the library in CSB and I saw my dream library...like the one Belle has in Beauty and the Beast XD hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sharing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-7538093142063590718?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/7538093142063590718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=7538093142063590718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7538093142063590718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7538093142063590718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-things-yellow.html' title='All things Yellow'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-8985517814362591666</id><published>2008-08-22T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:55:04.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[insert]</title><content type='html'>"Just coz he sweeps you off your feet, doesn't mean that you can't stand on your own"&lt;br /&gt;"Hate him. Love Him. Whatever. You know what you want. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."&lt;br /&gt;"Always remember that Jess only makes happy endings; if it's not happy, then it's not the end. If you're in a struggle, take courage for it is not yet done. Trust and wait, strengthen your faith and pray..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-8985517814362591666?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/8985517814362591666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=8985517814362591666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8985517814362591666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8985517814362591666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/insert.html' title='[insert]'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-2422804031017092479</id><published>2008-08-22T18:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:55:29.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Stop It] Here we go</title><content type='html'>[Stop It. You're deluding yourself. You're making traps for yourself. Stop assuming and hoping coz you're not going to go anywhere and you're never going to get what you want. Stop thinking. Stop making excuses for him. FOCUS.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my very first exam today...and it just had to be one of my finals. :| God. I could have studied for it if only a certain someone clarified with the professor first if the due date that he knows of is correct or not. Sheesh. Most of the class got affected tuloy. Haaay, lesson learned: If in doubt, ask the professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my new sched for second term last Wednesday. Screw MWF. Love Love my Tuesdays and Thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SK629dCUFBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7JuRljTf45o/s1600-h/sched2ndterm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SK629dCUFBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7JuRljTf45o/s320/sched2ndterm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237324583561073682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have Algebra almost everyday...I wonder how that'll turn out&lt;br /&gt;* still have 7am pe...:|&lt;br /&gt;*10 min breaks...wow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-2422804031017092479?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/2422804031017092479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=2422804031017092479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2422804031017092479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2422804031017092479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/stop-it-here-we-go.html' title='[Stop It] Here we go'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SK629dCUFBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7JuRljTf45o/s72-c/sched2ndterm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-5020156348743122149</id><published>2008-08-19T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:59:09.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would You Think Of Me Now?</title><content type='html'>Today was just a bummer. I don't know. I think I was quiet today...like I didn't talk much with my blockmates either. Most of the time I stared...at the teacher, at the wall, at the door, at the floor... anything to keep my head wandering. My head's the only place I could escape to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So busy. So many things to do. So many deadlines. And yet I still find myself thinking of things I wish I shouldn't be thinking about...but I still do. And it's annoying because I thought I wouldn't be so deep into it-entertaining it. I thought I could manifest my words and push that thought back into the deepest corner of my mind and focus on other things- like friends and other commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, it's a situation I want to happen... a set situation for me...coz it's something I can handle. Something I can deal with because anything else would leave me unable to fix it. But life is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you always pop up? Just when I started to let go, you appear. But that's what you always do. When things about be final, you come around to shake my decision. What the hell do you want. I'm not paranoid anymore. I'm just damn confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that there are other things that make me happy and that I should focus on them. I hate how I'm becoming exactly like those people I dislike. Those who hang onto one thing like it's their life. Life is a broad thing. Life is in everything. So why do I still entertain those damn thoughts?? These are the kinds of things that people I dislike are doing...that I'm ending up doing myself! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;You're shaking the very foundations I built myself upon to keep myself away from people like you.&lt;br /&gt;People who make me.. make myself vulnerable by choice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a term that can describe what I'm feeling that I'm not willing to accept. Because if I do, I'll become one of those people whose lives are so predictable. Why would I want to go through what they're going through? It's so typical. It's so predictable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-5020156348743122149?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/5020156348743122149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=5020156348743122149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5020156348743122149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5020156348743122149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-would-you-think-of-me-now.html' title='What Would You Think Of Me Now?'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-5081750951387916686</id><published>2008-08-18T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:08:56.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought # 4</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid of drowning. That's one way I don't want to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-5081750951387916686?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/5081750951387916686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=5081750951387916686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5081750951387916686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5081750951387916686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/thought-4.html' title='Thought # 4'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-2592468708669616327</id><published>2008-08-17T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:28:43.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficial Git</title><content type='html'>WTF is up your ass dude. Goddamit, I fucking apologized. I felt terrible for stepping on your shoes. You told me to not mention it again and that we were ok. BUT WTF, YOU WERE SO RUDE. YOU BROUGHT IT UP AGAIN YOURSELF. I know your shoes are like your most prized whatevers and that it's a ''sin'' for people to step on it. GOD. SHOES ARE MEANT TO BE STEPPED ON. AND THEY CAN BE CLEANED. IT'S NOT LIKE THEY'LL BE TAINTED OR THERE'S A PERMANENT SIGN SAYING "I WAS STEPPED ON. BOOHOO." Geez, they're just shoes. Are they more important than your friends? Puhlease. What kind of a person are you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-2592468708669616327?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/2592468708669616327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=2592468708669616327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2592468708669616327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2592468708669616327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/superficial-git.html' title='Superficial Git'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-8966875749539044799</id><published>2008-08-17T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:21:23.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Something That Meant Anything</title><content type='html'>"Well I thought that we could sit around and, talk for hours&lt;br /&gt;about things I couldn't say to you&lt;br /&gt;and things that we could never do and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; This conversation has had no face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; when the words take days you can re-write and erase anything&lt;/span&gt;"-Mayday Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ok. I was better off before you. It's not working out. I'm tired of being the one to chase you. You told me you'd tell me if things were off. Why didn't you? Did you think you could just act it? Someone once told me that it was better to hear things rather than guess them. I'm not giving you the time to guess. I'm saying it out loud. I'm over you. You hoped things would change. Well, it did. But not the way you wanted it to be...then, but I guess it's what you want now. Let's end this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being treated like a fool. I deserve better. You deserve what you deserve. Go for what you want. It's not me anymore anyway. You got lazy. Hope you're happy. I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-8966875749539044799?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/8966875749539044799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=8966875749539044799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8966875749539044799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8966875749539044799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-something-that-meant-anything.html' title='The Last Something That Meant Anything'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-2079027397572806586</id><published>2008-08-13T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:10:22.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought # 3</title><content type='html'>Nica, you know why Americans or Europeans are so large/big-boned/big? [note that I am not using the term obese] I mean, compared to us LITTLE people of the Philippines? There are biological and maybe even geographical factors at work here but here's what I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our country for one, is a developing nation. The US and Europe are First World nations. They're RICH. They can feed their entire nation!...plus another! While we suffer amidst the graft and corruption that plagues society, we also suffer poverty. Plus, the rise of food prices is adding insult to injury! We do not have as much money as the developed nations to feed ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus our small and thin frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, their tall and big frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this idea when I was doing my paper on eating disorders. hahaha. I remembered it when I read your entry about your Safeway adventures haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-2079027397572806586?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/2079027397572806586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=2079027397572806586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2079027397572806586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2079027397572806586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/thought-3.html' title='Thought # 3'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-173764915342714553</id><published>2008-08-10T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:53:57.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Things</title><content type='html'>1. VIP FRONT ROW TIX TO CHRIS BROWN&lt;br /&gt;2. a new cellphone [please lang. haha]&lt;br /&gt;3. 80g ipod video&lt;br /&gt;4. macbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Lord. Please. At least let my mom agree with our deal that if I get into the Dean's List, she'd buy me a new phone. PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-173764915342714553?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/173764915342714553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=173764915342714553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/173764915342714553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/173764915342714553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-things.html' title='Happy Things'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-7919856891411342982</id><published>2008-08-10T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:26:46.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought # 2</title><content type='html'>It's never easy to pretend to be okay when you're not. Don't call it emo. Emo is just an excuse. It's not a genuine feeling anymore. Other nonsensical things are strapped to it. It's become a fashion, an ''in'' thing.&lt;br /&gt;It's annoying how people mistake something real and true for a fad. Something you play around with. I AM NOT EMO RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ranting at how people say I'm so emo. I'm not. I'm just nostalgic. See, that's something deep. And yet people still say it's so emo. Weird. I think they have to take Language all over again and focus on synonyms and antonyms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-7919856891411342982?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/7919856891411342982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=7919856891411342982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7919856891411342982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7919856891411342982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/thought-2.html' title='Thought # 2'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-5546672014465363549</id><published>2008-08-09T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:11:43.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought # 1</title><content type='html'>One Team. One Family. One God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a difference from before. Hardcourt was on another level. LSDC is on another. Kind of like one is in my past, and the other, my present and yet they are both of equal importance, both having/had a powerful influence in my life. Either way, they both exposed me to the supreme and incredible power of prayer and of God, himself. They both drilled me to be better disciplined, to have a direction, and to work hard and persevere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-5546672014465363549?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/5546672014465363549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=5546672014465363549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5546672014465363549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5546672014465363549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/thought-1.html' title='Thought # 1'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-878278725300144334</id><published>2008-08-03T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:49:15.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable At Best in every way</title><content type='html'>-Mayday Parade-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Katie don't cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know you're trying your hardest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And the hardest part is letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the nights we've shared&lt;br /&gt;Ocala is calling and you know it's haunting&lt;br /&gt;But compared to your eyes nothing shines quite as bright&lt;br /&gt;And when we look to the sky&lt;br /&gt;It's not mine&lt;br /&gt;but I want it so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Let's not pretend like you're alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;  I know he's there and&lt;br /&gt;  You're probably hanging out and making eyes&lt;br /&gt;  While across the room he stares&lt;br /&gt;  I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor and ask my girl to dance&lt;br /&gt;  She'll say yes&lt;br /&gt;  Because these wrods were never easier for me to say and her to second guess&lt;br /&gt;  But I guess that I can live without you but&lt;br /&gt;  Without you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll be miserable at best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all I ever hoped to find&lt;br /&gt;In every single way&lt;br /&gt;And everything i would give is everything you couldn't take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Coz nothing feels like home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and the hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;coz i know i'm good for something i just haven't found it yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i need it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This'll be the first time in a week that I'll talk to you and and I can't speak&lt;br /&gt;Spent three whole days since I've had sleep&lt;br /&gt;Coz i dream of his lips on your cheek&lt;br /&gt;and I got to the point that I should leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;But we both know that I'm not that strong&lt;br /&gt;And I miss those lips that made me fly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song summarizes what I'm feeling today. There's a message in this song that I'd want to say but it's not as obvious. Although this song is about heartbreak and shit. I'm not feeling that way. For you to get me, don't mind the other lyrics and focus on the red lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Shit at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-878278725300144334?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/878278725300144334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=878278725300144334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/878278725300144334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/878278725300144334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/miserable-at-best-in-every-way.html' title='Miserable At Best in every way'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-3285452356449366220</id><published>2008-08-02T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T13:13:14.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Breaking Dawn</title><content type='html'>2 more days...and I still haven't reserved my copy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FELLOW WEREWOLVES-kate and nica; ASSEMBLE! hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-3285452356449366220?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/3285452356449366220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=3285452356449366220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3285452356449366220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3285452356449366220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/08/countdown-to-breaking-dawn.html' title='Countdown to Breaking Dawn'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-7958519680296297974</id><published>2008-07-30T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:53:15.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWNLOADABLE CIRCULARS?!??</title><content type='html'>When I was elected asst. secretary last year, I didn't know what I was getting into. I was so excited pa to start my job! However, Joey warned about the implications. XD She's gone through it already and she said it wasn't a that great of a fulfilling/wonderful experience. haha. Usually a person will get what the other is saying after awhile diba? I thought the hard part will come 2nd term pa when things get shittier and research papers were making us crazy...but no.I didn't know what she was talking about until...nope, not until 2nd term came around...IT WAS UNTIL THE FIRST CIRCULAR CAME OUT. OMG. IT WAS SUCH A CHORE TO HAVE TO REMIND THEM TO BRING THEIR REPLY SLIPS and yet they still find an excuse not to have it with them. The most popular reason was "I LOST MY CIRCULAR" or "I DIDN'T GET ONE" pffff...pssshhh...rrriiiiiiiggggghhhhtttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FYI, AC STUDENTS, YOU CAN'T GIVE THAT EXCUSE ANYMORE TO YOUR ALREADY-WORKING-HARD ASST. SECRETARIES.  You can now download it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and please don't say you don't have internet T_T maawa naman kayo sa amin mga asst. secretaries....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAGPUNYAGI MGA ASS. SECS! hahahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you feel the passion? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-7958519680296297974?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/7958519680296297974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=7958519680296297974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7958519680296297974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7958519680296297974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/07/downloadable-circulars.html' title='DOWNLOADABLE CIRCULARS?!??'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-950991663994641431</id><published>2008-07-28T19:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:26:28.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bruce II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SI24yKQvAfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4TYgF7jCvPk/s1600-h/DSC06936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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- &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-history"  &gt;Family history&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/free-genealogy"  &gt;Free genealogy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNzIzOTgzODI2NSZwdD*xMjE3MjM5OTcyODI4JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*y.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-5628494717377002653?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/5628494717377002653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=5628494717377002653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5628494717377002653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5628494717377002653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/07/celebrity-collage-by-myheritage.html' title='Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-1571323609582585325</id><published>2008-07-28T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:09:41.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gepsych has its points</title><content type='html'>Ok, I just had Gepsych 2 hours ago and our lesson was still fresh in my mind...LOVE XD Ok, I know it's a sappy subject to discuss but seriously, there were a lot of things that were so eye-opening. Like as to why boys are from mars and girls are from venus. THERE ARE BIOLOGICAL EXPLANATIONS. Yes, it's true. Our biological make-up and anatomy is a cause of why relationships don't work out sometimes. Let me elaborate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, girls have a bigger hypothalamus and the part in the brain where speech and comprehension are big too, THUS they like talking about their feelings by talking...explains also why we like talking and talking and talking.... Notice when there's a break-up or a new flame, we like to talk about it with our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, boys are more hands-on.  As in they 'do' instead of talk. Like for example, when they're really pissed, they play basketball or some sport...or they just fight hahaha. However, I doubt the 'doing' when it comes to the 'in love' part haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, this is one reason why break-ups happen; guys and girls are never on the same page. The girl can complain that the guy never opens up and talks to her or sometimes the guy complains that he's 'nasasakal' na with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, there's a difference with LOVING someone and being IN LOVE with someone. Love is an emotion, a feeling and our feelings are always changing. Soooo, being in love with someone is initial. Here: If someone tells you he/she loves you, ask her what does he/she mean by "love" because there are 3 ideas/levels under love: passion, intimacy, and commitment. The order of these ideas depend on each person's opinion. Thus, making it more complicated to be on the same page with someone you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, the guy believes&lt;br /&gt;1. intimacy&lt;br /&gt;2. commitment&lt;br /&gt;3. passion&lt;br /&gt;The girl on the other hand believes&lt;br /&gt;1. commitment&lt;br /&gt;2. passion&lt;br /&gt;3. intimacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what happens: including the effects of our biological make-up in terms of how each gender acts/shows emotions and the relativeness of the levels/ideas of love to each individual... wow, that's what I call "It's Complicated" hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-1571323609582585325?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/1571323609582585325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=1571323609582585325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/1571323609582585325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/1571323609582585325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/07/gepsych-has-its-points.html' title='Gepsych has its points'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-6546915805949612059</id><published>2008-07-26T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:28:51.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting: 'Big Bruce' aka...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SIsVRUkwEKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/D8aTo1zL9Vs/s1600-h/DSC06933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SIsVRUkwEKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/D8aTo1zL9Vs/s200/DSC06933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227295179818406050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..A HUGE BIG FAT UGLY GROSS BRUISE ON MY LEFT KNEE. Geez, I've never seen a bigger bruise in my whole life. Only pictures can tell how disgustingly GROSS it is. Ick haha. On the other hand, no matter how grossed out I am by this, I am proud of it. Ironic, right? You see, my friends, let me divulge to you the cause of this beautiful...thing that I have that's restricting my movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Last Friday, July 25 2008, LSDC had a gig in Metro Bar in West Ave. Mr. Donut-yes, MR. DONUT, the rival donut-making company of Dunkin Donuts... you read right haha- hired us as dancers for their sales rally and we were the opening act. I cut my two classes that afternoon to go there and do blocking. [rebel on] So anyway, fyi, I already had 4 BRUISES on my left knee from breakdancing ok and so since our routine for the gig had a turn-then-drop-to-a-half-split part, those 4 bruises became..yes..ONE BIG BRUISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's not focus on the injury. It was my first official performance as part of LSDC and my fellow newbie, Gela Go, it was her second. We were the only two new members in the cast. The old members were used to performing in front of a big crowd so there was no EXTREME pressure on them.  You see, there's a very big difference from the past performances that I had in highschool. This one in particular felt like... a REAL performance...like...it's hard to explain. I don't know... it felt like I had more to show. I'm not saying it like I'm all that or anything, no way, I'm far from being the best. XD haha. Ever since I got in LSDC, I was introduced to the power of dance: how it can be an instrument in showing others what God has given us and how he is working through us. I guess that made the difference, that knowledge that I can dance because of Him. And that made me believe in myself more and show what God has given me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-6546915805949612059?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/6546915805949612059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=6546915805949612059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/6546915805949612059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/6546915805949612059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/07/presenting-big-bruce-aka.html' title='Presenting: &apos;Big Bruce&apos; aka...'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SIsVRUkwEKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/D8aTo1zL9Vs/s72-c/DSC06933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-8139920389238218965</id><published>2008-07-23T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:23:56.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Mackarel</title><content type='html'>...i'm eligible for dean's list...i'm tired from training...my knee is one big bruise from breakdancing...we were literally on the floor...i'm part of marketing committee...alexi made me publicity head so i'm in charge of photoshopping the announcements whatevers...i like that job...i need sponsors for remix 08, a dance compet...companies that promote health...could be apparel or food or even telecommunications...if you have contacts, drop me a comment...thanks...man, this is one major run-on sentence...nica, i miss you...call me sometime haha...oh, i have a performance on friday...in metro bar...it's for a mr. donut rally thing...i get money...woot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-8139920389238218965?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/8139920389238218965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=8139920389238218965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8139920389238218965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8139920389238218965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/07/holy-mackarel.html' title='Holy Mackarel'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-6210037109516156257</id><published>2008-07-21T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:06:00.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't always get what you want</title><content type='html'>1. Gray ankle boots from Zara&lt;br /&gt;2. Uggs&lt;br /&gt;3. Gray and purple skinny jeans&lt;br /&gt;4. Printed jacket&lt;br /&gt;5. Colorful sneakers&lt;br /&gt;6. Vans&lt;br /&gt;7. Fergie hoodie&lt;br /&gt;8. Shutter shades&lt;br /&gt;9. Dog Tag&lt;br /&gt;10. Loads and Loads of toblerone :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-6210037109516156257?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/6210037109516156257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=6210037109516156257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/6210037109516156257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/6210037109516156257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-cant-always-get-what-you-want.html' title='you can&apos;t always get what you want'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-7100749132960005587</id><published>2008-07-07T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:26:28.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh Araullo</title><content type='html'>You confuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I still like you. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anything change or are you just distant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I can't believe I'm posting this for the world to see. Guess this is my way of showing you that I'm trying here if you can't see that...coz I don't see you trying lately. But maybe I'm being paranoid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-7100749132960005587?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/7100749132960005587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=7100749132960005587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7100749132960005587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7100749132960005587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/07/josh-aruallo.html' title='Josh Araullo'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-9105510400634621495</id><published>2008-07-07T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:15:42.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream</title><content type='html'>No, this isn't Martin Luther King Jr.'s speech. haha. But yes, i had a dream two nights ago. i forgot the plot and everything :( but i just remember flying with people. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Nica lent me her book, The Host. I'm finally past the half of it [which is where everything happens according to her] and I concur! All I can say as of now is, screw Jared and go Ian. hahahaha! It's a nice read. I like it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Anyhoo, I have 3 midterms to study for for tomorrow. And they're the 3 most ACADEMIC subjects I have in this term. POLIGOV, HISTO, and FILIP11. How nice and convenient that those are the only classes I have tomorrow too! To add to that, THAT EFFING BIBSTUD MUSIC VIDEO IS PISSING ME OFF. It's a class project and my block is seriously not what I expected...in a good way and a bad way. Some take things for granted..like literally. If you have been given a grant, shouldn't you WORK to maintain it too? And not to use it as a bait for 'chicks' ? Plus, there are things expected of you too; like responsibility, intitiative, and patience. There are also some who thing they're all that and that they just HAVE to be part of the decision making process when time is running against us and they keep on talking as if what they're saying matters when somebody metnioned it already!! [major run-on sentence right there]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;egad, I guess it's a new challenge for me to overcome. Everything's being dumped on me and everyone knows I easily break. I'm very fragile...and not a lot of people know that. I just suck it in sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the drama and the anger. Off to happier things! :) LSDC has been a blast so far. Training's are hella tiring and the they're pace is fast but it's an experience. I've met a lot of cool people and met new friends, not to mention, learned new choreography. [I KNOW HOW TO KRUMP :))] And it's different from HC. I don't know why but i have more motivation in me now to develop my skills and learn more stuff. If i'm tired, it's ok, i find myself pushing my muscles and my lungs to the limit. It's weird...and new. haha. I haven't performed officially as LSDC or with LSDC. I'm hoping i'll be ready when that time comes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicolletteanneconstante, i miss you! be safe! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-9105510400634621495?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/9105510400634621495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=9105510400634621495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/9105510400634621495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/9105510400634621495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a dream'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-6668075525196204156</id><published>2008-06-29T15:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:23:19.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel stupid. I'm not a toy. Can't you just tell me what you really want? I'm trying here. If something changed, tell me. I can't say I didn't expect it. I told you so. I'm not stupid. I  know how things go. It's called cynicism. It's handy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I didn't want to risk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-6668075525196204156?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/6668075525196204156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=6668075525196204156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/6668075525196204156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/6668075525196204156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-not-toy.html' title='I&apos;m not a Toy'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-3098367277137564500</id><published>2008-06-21T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T13:46:16.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Isn't Goodbye :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SF84aumTxTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zpe6Z6xpuFw/s1600-h/DSC04418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SF84aumTxTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zpe6Z6xpuFw/s320/DSC04418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214948925354788146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been suppressing some certain emotions from bursting to the surface. Most of the time I am successful...but sometimes I am not. A few weeks ago it was easy. However, time is against me. Lately, it's been getting harder to keep those feelings at bay. Today, I had the first of a series. I couldn't help it. It just dawned on me...no, rather, it just crashed down on me that we only have a few DAYS.  I don't know how to spend it especially since I have school and training. I don't want you to leave and yet I want you to leave. [coz it will be for your future and you'll be fulfilling your goal of finally living on your own haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll stay friends forever. I know we'll never lose touch. I know that I'll be there for your graduation. I know a lot of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we've been friends since grade 5...that we were the ones who started writing our own 'novels' that have silly plots that were entwined with our favourite movies. I know that it was us against the world except for that time in grade 6 and 7. I thought it was the end of our friendship but you sewed us back together with superglue this time. :) I know that throughout our highschool lives we were there for each other. We became sisters...not biological but you get the point haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time when we ate in John and Yoko was where it really hit me. That time when you, Auti, and I laughed with a beat and we stopped at the same time pa... priceless XD. When we teased Auti about...being herself haha. When we shared 3 meals and split the bill &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hating-kapatid&lt;/span&gt;. When we ate dessert in the dessert place right beside where we ate dinner. When we said goodbye and hugged each other...I realized that the friendship we had was the most perfect that it can be. The fights that we had only made us stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss us laughing together at the things only we think are funny no matter how corny they are. I'm going to miss our silent laughter and how we mimic how other people laugh. I'm going to miss seeing your face every morning when the school year starts. I'm going to miss getting ready at your house. I'm going to miss taking goofy pictures with you and how we absolutely don't care if we look ugly. I'm going to miss how you're so frank. I'm going to miss your steak baon complete with A1 sauce. I'm going to miss your habit of fixing your glasses. I'm going to miss everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish were born sisters haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't goodbye, nics. imma miss youuuu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-3098367277137564500?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/3098367277137564500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=3098367277137564500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3098367277137564500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3098367277137564500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-isnt-goodbye.html' title='This Isn&apos;t Goodbye :)'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SF84aumTxTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zpe6Z6xpuFw/s72-c/DSC04418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-5259400914672425392</id><published>2008-06-08T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:17:23.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LSDC</title><content type='html'>Okay, I signed up for La Salle Dance Company last friday super last minute. It was weird coz it was 5 sharp when I got to La Salle main and I thought to myself that this was it; it's not meant to be. but the guards were nice enough to let me in since I was there earlier to sign up. [They were closed at the time so I had to come back after my classes were done] And so, I walked to Yuchenco Hall feeling apprehensive and scared. I mean, I'm signing up to join an actual DANCE CREW. One of my many dreams haha. And I don't think of myself as a very good dancer. Not good enough anyway for stuffs like crumping/ freestyle/ breakdance/ and everything else. I mean, the only training I've had was in cheerleading that had some hiphop and jazz flavor. I would've taken classes but I don't know- things just don't happen. XD So yeah, and I've heard that I'm not really the hip-hop-y type. I'm hoping I can prove that wrong. I mean, I've always wanted to be that girl on step up 2 minus the bad acting. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Nica and Paula yesterday for helping me out with the choreo. :) Your comments mean a lot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-5259400914672425392?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/5259400914672425392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=5259400914672425392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5259400914672425392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5259400914672425392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/06/lsdc.html' title='LSDC'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-4581933930275529291</id><published>2008-06-05T20:30:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:23:01.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy with school. no joke. i have less subjects than what i had during highschool and yet i can't find time to relax, go online, talk on the phone, visit friends, ETC. [no, not the channel hahaha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can't regularly update my blog :( But anyways, i shall share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOCK FMA2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna, Jenn, Princess, [i forgot her name :| i'm sorry!], Miguel ''Little Boy'', Hannah, Josh, Erin, Edward, Rita, Cara, Louis, Saira, Me, Pre, Thea, Russel, Ram, Rizza, Kevin, and Ken. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=4581933930275529291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4581933930275529291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4581933930275529291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/06/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SEfjm9F4v0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ct49ltGci1s/s72-c/%27clik%27052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-7473499477282179933</id><published>2008-05-30T21:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:31:35.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks Down</title><content type='html'>Two weeks since the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling that feeling when you're about to be gulped by a tidal wave. I can feel it. It's so close. Just about to crash. And i'm just here, waiting for it with goggles and an oxygen tank ready haha. Here it goes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-7473499477282179933?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/7473499477282179933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=7473499477282179933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7473499477282179933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7473499477282179933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-weeks-down.html' title='Two Weeks Down'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-8025898885611101135</id><published>2008-05-25T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T17:23:01.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirt Designs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SDkvU17X9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HWwYwn8i1C4/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SDkvU17X9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HWwYwn8i1C4/s200/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204242879523321234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SDkuoF7X9YI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3pO4DpoFTGE/s1600-h/Untitled-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SDkuoF7X9YI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3pO4DpoFTGE/s200/Untitled-2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204242110724175234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment! Tetel! Especially you haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-8025898885611101135?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/8025898885611101135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=8025898885611101135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8025898885611101135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8025898885611101135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/05/shirt-designs.html' title='Shirt Designs'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SDkvU17X9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HWwYwn8i1C4/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-4790023498948859668</id><published>2008-05-23T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T17:12:13.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Officially a College Student</title><content type='html'>i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where i am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It's really so surreal! The pace is just too fast for me to even take a breath and admire how far i've gone! It was only 2 days ago that I was a fresh frosh in CSB. I terribly did not want to look like one. I swear, you could really tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the look at their cellphones every minute&lt;br /&gt;- they block the corridors in groups&lt;br /&gt;- you see them pass the same hallway more than once...meaning they're probably lost.&lt;br /&gt;- they look like children&lt;br /&gt;- they have to swipe their id's three times or more just to enter campus :)) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and yes, since i'm a frosh myself, i've done some but not all hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   First day- hung out with Che, Sabel, and Loupo before our 7 am class XD&lt;br /&gt;                   - had PE in a makeshift badminton court. And i mean REALLY makeshift. the cement floor had wooden planks to serve as the 'court.'&lt;br /&gt;                   - got dismissed 15 minutes early and had 2 hours and a half of break. but wtf do you do during break?? Once the class was over, my block dispersed and i was left by myself haha. So, i just walked to my oh-so-beautiful building and chilled at the lobby. I swear! that place is a scene right out highschool musical! especially the caf!&lt;br /&gt;                        - saw rav and jaime in the lobby&lt;br /&gt;                   - went to the caf once i found fellow blockmates. [i made a friend! her name's erin haha]&lt;br /&gt;                       - went to BIBLE STUDY CLASS and cut General Psychology coz the prof didn't come after 20 minutes. whoo! early dismissal!&lt;br /&gt;                        - I COMMUTED TO MAKATI. I had two of my blockmates with me coz they we're going the same way. wow. i can't believe it. me. commuting. all the way to makati. WOW. shit, i'm so old na puta. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Second Day- didn't have to wake up so early like the day before. my first class was still at 9:40&lt;br /&gt;                       - met up with erin in mini stop&lt;br /&gt;                       - went up to the caf again and saw the guys in our block chilling there&lt;br /&gt;                       - had POLIGOV and eyed the teacher badly coz i felt like he was judging me coz i came from assumption. :T&lt;br /&gt;                             - had another long ass break. ate in the caf with my girl blockmates and hung out with rav after.&lt;br /&gt;                             - soon, i had to drop off rav at her classroom. by then my fellow female blockmates went off somewhere so i hung out with the guys. they're very fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho-god. i'm tired. seriously. i just got home from school and i'm dead tired. i'll continue tomorrow morning maybe hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikat the college student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, as promised, my continuation. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Right i was having lunch with the guys. And suddenly, our attention was caught by these upperclassmen who were fooling around. They were laughing and laughing at this girl [a frosh] who was approached by one of their friends. [i guessed they were playing some dare] We felt so bad coz it was so bastos. One by one they went to her and asked her something. She looked like she was abou to cry. So Kevin, my blockmate, told me to 'save' her. hahaha. I was like...wtf? but i did anyway. I wouldn't want to go through what she's going through anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, are you ok?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uhm, yeah."&lt;br /&gt;"Are those guys bothering you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I think it's just some dare."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, i know. But um, you know, you can always tell them to go away."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I can handle it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, funny shit right there. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- missed history coz there was no teacher...again. whoo!&lt;br /&gt;- had filipino. i did not understand ANYTHING. Our prof's name is Ms. KATAKUTAN. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;-commuted back home with my yaya [coz daddy said so O_O] rarr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Day- did my bibstud homework in the morning since i had class in the afternoon lang [whoo!]&lt;br /&gt;   - pop brought me to school&lt;br /&gt;   - walked to Kitaro to meet with Sabel, Loupo, and Arie.&lt;br /&gt;   - walked back to SDA with Arie and Sabel to tour them in the awesome caf haha [sabel was such a tourist. ''omg! let's have a picture!'']&lt;br /&gt;    - saw paula :D&lt;br /&gt;    - had Bibstud again&lt;br /&gt;    - had Genpsych finally with Ms. Fern. The guys went gaga. ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;    - got picked up by fajah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there you go! My first week as a college frosh. Time has got to slow down dammit haha. Before i know it, I'm taking my midterms! O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-4790023498948859668?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/4790023498948859668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=4790023498948859668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4790023498948859668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4790023498948859668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-officially-college-student.html' title='I&apos;m Officially a College Student'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-8384078067147233927</id><published>2008-05-20T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:43:07.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan Cabrera is NOT Ryan Cayabyab</title><content type='html'>Reminders:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ''Heartbroken'' not 'Sweetheart' by Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruthless does not mean 'walang ruth'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''No, it's a toothbrush, you idiot. You tooth your brush with it.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Deep breathe-ly''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i'll humiliate myself in college like this. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-8384078067147233927?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/8384078067147233927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=8384078067147233927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8384078067147233927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8384078067147233927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/05/ryan-cabrera-is-not-ryan-cayabyab.html' title='Ryan Cabrera is NOT Ryan Cayabyab'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-1784713817297320297</id><published>2008-05-19T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:52:26.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs that college is coming up</title><content type='html'>you shop for your college wardrobe &lt;br /&gt;    * thanks to analog and SM for my college clothes ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you commute&lt;br /&gt;    * i commuted to mart's house and back home from rockwell. [clap clap]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you trouble about everybody's schedules including yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you compare schedules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people start greeting each other ''see you in [insert name of college]!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have a countdown to your first day of school as your status in ym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you worry about what to exactly bring to school on the first day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wonder what to do during your breaks when everyone else has class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you daydream about walking on the streets of taft or katipunan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stock up on flats, sneakers, and jackets so people don't realize you wear the same oufit on certain days :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wish that you were back in highschool [this the winner right here. haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college in 2 days mother fricks XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-1784713817297320297?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/1784713817297320297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=1784713817297320297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/1784713817297320297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/1784713817297320297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/05/signs-that-college-is-coming-up.html' title='Signs that college is coming up'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-3782100675425293869</id><published>2008-05-18T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:13:51.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fisherman and The Fish</title><content type='html'>ikat gallardo: look at it this way&lt;br /&gt;ikat gallardo: he was a fisherman&lt;br /&gt;ikat gallardo: i was the fish&lt;br /&gt;ikat gallardo: he caught me, dragged me in&lt;br /&gt;ikat gallardo: and just when he was about to pull me out of the water&lt;br /&gt;ikat gallardo: he lets me go.&lt;br /&gt;ikat gallardo: and i swam away&lt;br /&gt;carlo bauza: well&lt;br /&gt;carlo bauza: i see it this way&lt;br /&gt;carlo bauza: when he was about to pull you out of the water&lt;br /&gt;carlo bauza: you struggled to get away&lt;br /&gt;carlo bauza: then he got tired of trying to get you to stop struggling&lt;br /&gt;carlo bauza: so he let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-3782100675425293869?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/3782100675425293869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=3782100675425293869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3782100675425293869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3782100675425293869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/05/fisherman-and-fish.html' title='The Fisherman and The Fish'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-4685415268485592732</id><published>2008-05-18T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:26:16.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relapse 2</title><content type='html'>omg omg omg omg omg. your online. shit. shit. puta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your stat is killing me. my gooooddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i'm going crazy. i don't think you'll ever get a different reaction from me soon. XD ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: 9:40 ok...you went offline. damn it. i had an im window open the whole time and not once could i type anything. darn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go online agaaaain :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit2: 9:53 TANGINA. GOD MUST LOVE ME. you're online again!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit3: 10: 10 we're talking right now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-4685415268485592732?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/4685415268485592732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=4685415268485592732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4685415268485592732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4685415268485592732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/05/relapse-2.html' title='Relapse 2'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-2471406664725155975</id><published>2008-05-17T23:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:14:36.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Friends In Red Uniform</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SC8ECAizKPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/te4PmVfDabE/s1600-h/Photo+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SC8ECAizKPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/te4PmVfDabE/s200/Photo+176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201380527188420850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SC8DvgizKOI/AAAAAAAAADs/j4vkLIUD5wE/s1600-h/Photo+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SC8DvgizKOI/AAAAAAAAADs/j4vkLIUD5wE/s200/Photo+175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201380209360840930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SC8DfgizKNI/AAAAAAAAADk/HmC86mMxfB8/s1600-h/Photo+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SC8DfgizKNI/AAAAAAAAADk/HmC86mMxfB8/s200/Photo+173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201379934482933970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Tetel, I still love you after posting those hilarious but embarrassing photobooth pictures of the Skittles + Abe. XD I swear, I couldn't stop laughing! [And it was sort of awkward coz I was like laughing by myself in my room.] :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how the group of us laughed like there was no tomorrow?:) Our silent laughs that lasted for minutes, our never ending slaps on our desks, cheska ''melting'' on the wall, sabel's sniffing, tetel's hard ass smacks on the wall, nica's pointing, and my chicken laugh? hahahaha!! those were REALLY good times.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys, i miss laughing with you!:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm looking forward to wearing our red uniform on Old Girls' Day XD [We're the youngest old girls around ahaha] I miss sitting on the floor, being dragged on the floor, lying on the floor, sleeping on the floor- dammit, our skirts have been there to protect us from germs! ahahaha! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highschool never ends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-2471406664725155975?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/2471406664725155975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=2471406664725155975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2471406664725155975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2471406664725155975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-woman-in-red-uniform.html' title='I Love Friends In Red Uniform'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SC8ECAizKPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/te4PmVfDabE/s72-c/Photo+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-9216114351365150293</id><published>2008-05-16T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:23:46.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bands That I Adore</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been into bands. I don't know why. Here's a random list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mae&lt;br /&gt;2. Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;3. Augustana&lt;br /&gt;4. Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;5. The Click Five [I want to watch them!! XD]&lt;br /&gt;6. The Kooks&lt;br /&gt;7. Mayday Parade&lt;br /&gt;8. The Rocketsummer&lt;br /&gt;9. HelloGoodbye&lt;br /&gt;10. Vertical Horizon [so old school :))]&lt;br /&gt;11. Jack's Mannequin&lt;br /&gt;12. Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;13. Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;14. The Fray&lt;br /&gt;15. Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;16. Monsters Are Waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So a number of the songs that they play have the overall sound of summer. For me, anyway. You can find them in my Roadtrip/Summer playlist. :) I'm going to listen to opm bands soon. MTV's been showing some good ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-9216114351365150293?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/9216114351365150293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=9216114351365150293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/9216114351365150293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/9216114351365150293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/05/bands-that-i-adore.html' title='Bands That I Adore'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-989156853968907831</id><published>2008-05-15T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:35:40.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relapse</title><content type='html'>At exactly 10:00pm. I've had a relapse.  You've ignited what you left in ashes a year ago. You probably won't see this coz you don't know i have a blog. But yeah, it was around this month too. you're my biggest regret yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, look at what we've done to each other. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: oh god, i thought i had a commitment to be happy. :| being happy is so not easy =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-989156853968907831?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/989156853968907831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=989156853968907831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/989156853968907831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/989156853968907831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/05/relapse.html' title='Relapse'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-8754945136914595850</id><published>2008-05-15T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:05:44.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Wow. I haven't updated in a while. I've been out. :) I read Auti's blog a few minutes ago and I have to say the i got inspired by her first entry. It's so admiring to feel another person's determination and dreams. It really affects me to the point that i start rethinking about my life and where i want to go. It's very refreshing i have to say. :) And it's so timely how just when my ears pick up some lines in the current song my itunes was playing, it summed up how i felt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sweet Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasting you and rain I walked down to the train&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to look down&lt;br /&gt;This day could someday be an anniversary&lt;br /&gt;Everything is light and sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facing forwards going slowly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wait for you to show me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where this train wants to go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living by the hour I stop for every flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is soft and slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all these tastes improve&lt;br /&gt;Through the view that comes with you&lt;br /&gt;Like they handed me my life&lt;br /&gt;For the first time it felt right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you for making me see there's a life in me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was dying to get out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding you we make two spoons&lt;br /&gt;Beneath an april moon&lt;br /&gt;Everything is soft and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cigarette it could seduce&lt;br /&gt;A nation with its smoke&lt;br /&gt;Crawling down my tired throat&lt;br /&gt;Scratches a part of me that's purring, softly stirring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a captain of industry&lt;br /&gt;Smoking famously&lt;br /&gt;Feet up on the window sill&lt;br /&gt;Looking at all these trees I feel affinity with&lt;br /&gt;Everything's all soft and still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Budding at my fingertips &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Touching you I start to bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive with trains and passing ships soft and sweet along your lips now I go AWOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you for taking me from my monastery&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I was dying to get out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears of gratitude&lt;br /&gt;I light my latitude&lt;br /&gt;Cross town train to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all these tastes improve with the view that comes with you&lt;br /&gt;Like they handed me my life for the first time like it was worth it&lt;br /&gt;Like I deserved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'll try to be a happier person. My friend once told me that my blog was so emo. XD haha. I didn't realize it. So yeah, join the bandwagon.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-8754945136914595850?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/8754945136914595850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=8754945136914595850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8754945136914595850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8754945136914595850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-4156543942206846989</id><published>2008-05-13T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:15:52.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>I am bored. Right now. Right at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Been tired for the past months. I've had it right at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with you. Not that far. Not even close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-4156543942206846989?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/4156543942206846989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=4156543942206846989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4156543942206846989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4156543942206846989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/05/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-4076183927637714232</id><published>2008-05-10T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T01:25:48.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Didn't Want To End</title><content type='html'>HAHA! It's true that i didn't want this day to end coz it was so...carefree and easy. Not at the start of the day though :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, i woke up at like 9 coz the phone started ringing CONTINUOUSLY. I'm not joking. I waited for my maid to get it but it.just.kept.on.damn.RINGING! Finally, it stopped. I thanked the lord and began to fall asleep again until-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IKAAT! MAMA MO NASA TELEPONO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.my.god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i trudged out of my bedroom and recieved the phone from her. Apparently, CSB didn't give us the complete papers to give to my plan holders so that they can process my payment for my tuition. And so to cut the long story short, i had to go to my mom's office to get my papers for enrollment, go to CSB, ask the lady for a xerox copy of my sched, fight with her, get the xerox copy from another lady who was so much kinder than the last lady, went back to my mom's office, returned my papers to her, and then HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, i finally know my schedule and it is my utmost pleasure to present to you my awesome schedule for my first term in CSB *curtains open with a flash of instrumental music in the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SCSFOLuYrPI/AAAAAAAAADM/cWJpd4_UOlw/s1600-h/sched.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SCSFOLuYrPI/AAAAAAAAADM/cWJpd4_UOlw/s320/sched.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198426348604402930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love my FRIDAYS. :)&lt;br /&gt;i hate my WEDNESDAY MORNING.:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And i love the fact that my classes end at 4:40 coz i's not too late and i have long ass breaks in between most of my classes.  FRIENDS. Are you on break when I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, when i got home, i made that schedule coz i was too excited haha. And then i had to ride with my sister at 3 to go to greenbelt to meet up with mart and alex. I was already late for the SUPPOSED SPEED RACER MOVIE but when i got there, Nelli, Mig, Mart, and Alex were watching "What Happens in Vegas.":|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoe-well. I enjoyed it anyway haha! ASHTON KUTCHER IS HOTT. 'kay, anyways haha. We hung out in Seattle's for awhile until Pat came. Welcome back, Pat! He was so sabaw. XD Each of us shared our handwritings and signatures and i tried to give nelli a decent signature for himself. haha! after, we left to "attempt" to shop for a green shirt for Patrick for his orientation in la salle. Mart, Alex, and I ended up admiring SHOES instead :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, the boys had to go so we girls roamed around greenbelt 5. We dreamed, wished, cried, and felt bad in Adora, browsed Powerbooks, bumped into Bel-air peeps, and decided to walk to Mart's house to watch DVD's and order Mcdo [Jumper! Hayden is cuuuute :))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we were all insanely full from the 'healthy' dinner and planned our next outfit the next time we go out because we got inspired by Hayden and his cute long-sleeved-shirt-over-a-hoodie style. In the end, alex and i got to compare schedules and plan out breaktime hangouts. In the end, we enjoyed and i wished that today won't end. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-4076183927637714232?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/4076183927637714232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=4076183927637714232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4076183927637714232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4076183927637714232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-i-didnt-want-to-end.html' title='The Day I Didn&apos;t Want To End'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SCSFOLuYrPI/AAAAAAAAADM/cWJpd4_UOlw/s72-c/sched.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-3742746476432798136</id><published>2008-05-07T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:28:53.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perks of Photoshoots</title><content type='html'>[] you get awesome facebook pictures XD&lt;br /&gt;[] you learn how to use a professional camera&lt;br /&gt;[] you look pretty because of the awesome make-up artist&lt;br /&gt;[] you get to be the reflector girl which makes you feel like you're part of the 'crew' XD&lt;br /&gt;[] the gc's :)&lt;br /&gt;[] you get to hear other people's life stories [like how they got really drunk in bora and made out with this stranger]&lt;br /&gt;[] you get to enjoy seeing the cute little kids in their oversized soccer shirts and shorts playing with a teensy soccer ball while their soccer moms and yayas watch from the sidelines&lt;br /&gt;[] kira the cute-not-smiling kid:D&lt;br /&gt;[] the numerous trips to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;[] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spending the whole day with BB and paulina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks mart! &lt;/span&gt;i had fun! well...i'm just worried about some of the pictures...WHERE I'M BESIDE YOU AND PAULINA [thin people] hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-3742746476432798136?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/3742746476432798136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=3742746476432798136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3742746476432798136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3742746476432798136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/05/perks-of-photoshoots.html' title='The Perks of Photoshoots'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-4823046428625630389</id><published>2008-05-05T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:56:10.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You only realize what you're missing when you're listening</title><content type='html'>Music: Bubble Toes by Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enrollment is tomorrow. Can't wait. :) I'll sort of be meeting some people who will be at the same building as I will be in a year. I wonder if I'll be okay all alone. I mean, classes start on the 21st and I'll be the first in the family to go to school- commuting and all. My sister and my brother are going to Taft  on a later day. School starts later for them. My older brother...well...I don't know his schedule haha. But man, me? alone? commuting? I can do it. I know i can. I've done it before. [late at night in fact] but I'm still worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i get off at the wrong stop?&lt;br /&gt;What if i get lost in school?&lt;br /&gt;What if i fall asleep on the LRT and end up...egad, i don't even want to think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nica, remember Guadalupe? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't believe I'm in COLLEGE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-4823046428625630389?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/4823046428625630389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=4823046428625630389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4823046428625630389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4823046428625630389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-only-realize-what-youre-missing.html' title='You only realize what you&apos;re missing when you&apos;re listening'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-8495134774188298913</id><published>2008-05-04T18:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:41:27.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got Tagged by Ju</title><content type='html'>[x] People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs &amp;amp; replace any question they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves. Tag 8 people. Those who are tagged cannot refuse.(watch them)&lt;br /&gt;[x] These 8 people must state who they were tagged by. You cannot tag the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover played a prank on you and you found out, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;I'd laugh but I'd get back at him bad haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you think of bulimia?&lt;br /&gt;This was part of my research paper. I can give you a copy XD but yeah, it's a serious eating disorder that shouldn't be taken lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One random thing about you?&lt;br /&gt;I suck at video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The one positive thing that happened to you today?&lt;br /&gt;I had a delicious lunch XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Truth or dare?&lt;br /&gt;Dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How many people know your deepest darkest secret?&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;wishful thinking...be bitter...then move on haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's the stupidest thing that you've done recently?&lt;br /&gt;doing the opposite haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you want to achieve when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;happiness and sucess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What/Who do you need right now?&lt;br /&gt;nica haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When was the last time you had a good cry?&lt;br /&gt;last last last month hahaha...or iono. i forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think about the guy who started this whole tagging thing?&lt;br /&gt;must be really bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Are you good at slapjack?&lt;br /&gt;yes :) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you good at poker?&lt;br /&gt;when luck is on my side haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you give your all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;never been in one haha how would i know? but maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who are you chatting with at the moment or last send an im to?&lt;br /&gt;paula :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;fun, optimistic, cheerful, spontaneous, genuine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Last words?&lt;br /&gt;you suck XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Nica, Karla, Mart, Tetel, Beo, Abe, Alex, and Paula!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-8495134774188298913?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/8495134774188298913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=8495134774188298913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8495134774188298913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8495134774188298913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-tagged-by-ju.html' title='I got Tagged by Ju'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-4056775923259489900</id><published>2008-05-04T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:28:31.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Went Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a monumental thing.&lt;/span&gt; It's also a monumental thing that I happen to be feeling sleepy at 12:00 am. Usually, it doesn't happen until a couple of hours later. Maybe it's coz ..I WENT OUT. woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i went out. wheee. it's so refreshing to be out of the house. i just hope it's all the time. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun in Pasinaya! Thanks to Paula for bringing me home and...'talking' to me. :P I'm glad that i got to catch up with my barkada. I haven't seen them for like weeks! Some for even months! And it's always nice to see some of the 21. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mart, i admire your will power and your courage. I wish i'd be like you but after talking to Paula, i think i have a different case.  I don't know anymore. I'm very confused. This is why i need to go out! So i can talk to you guys :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[wow, haven't done that in a while haha]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-4056775923259489900?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/4056775923259489900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=4056775923259489900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4056775923259489900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4056775923259489900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-went-out.html' title='I Went Out'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-2977472910639956069</id><published>2008-05-01T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:13:42.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me rest in pieces</title><content type='html'>an appropriate song. just a little bit of rest and i'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too emo for my life haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-2977472910639956069?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/2977472910639956069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=2977472910639956069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2977472910639956069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2977472910639956069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-me-rest-in-pieces.html' title='let me rest in pieces'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-6616698150391756342</id><published>2008-04-30T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:13:25.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWI:This Family Is Not An Autocracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STICK TO YOUR DAMN RULES, WOMAN. &lt;/span&gt;I've had it with you, you hypocrite. you procrastinator. Stop ruling my life! I'm goddamn legal and i will do every goddamn thing that i want. I'm not stupid enough to do shit that will bring shame to what's left of this family's reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw your favourites! All the more reason for you to just let me go run wild, isn't it?! i hate you and i hope you read this. it probably won't affect you since you've done nothing when you read my diaries when i was a kid. was it guilt? i hope it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:06 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i was REAL angry. don't judge me. that must have been maybe....5-6 years of bottled up anger. maybe less. pfff, whatever. there's more where that came from. but i'll save it for another day because there WILL be another day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's inevitable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm still grounded. no woot woot there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-6616698150391756342?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/6616698150391756342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=6616698150391756342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/6616698150391756342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/6616698150391756342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/wwithis-family-is-not-autocracy.html' title='WWI:This Family Is Not An Autocracy'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-5884043051579621282</id><published>2008-04-29T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:31:48.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Widget World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love Widgets!&lt;/span&gt; Because of them, my desktop is prettier. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's ungrounded tomorrow! woot woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-5884043051579621282?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/5884043051579621282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=5884043051579621282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5884043051579621282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/5884043051579621282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/widget-world.html' title='Widget World!'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-4338803857982177577</id><published>2008-04-28T05:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:53:19.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SBQspCQCtAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/D2QVq4kf7Jc/s200/DSC03121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SBQuQCQCtCI/AAAAAAAAACI/_cgEw4ODFEA/s200/IMG_5477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SBQvvyQCtDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kSFDRxdnpOQ/s200/boraday4+(30).JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SBQwTiQCtEI/AAAAAAAAACY/TLKUhL79rSw/s200/DSC_2015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Sundays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; It was that day of the week when we used to cram all our homework for the following day. It was that day when we used to, in the end anyway, not do the homework. Instead, we cram it first thing on Monday morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;But it doesn't go that way during the summer. Summer Sundays mark the end of the week that began, and the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; beginning of the week to come. They are the minutes on the clock counting down to the end of summer. And today, we're a minute closer to autumn- to those 'memorable' sundays we used to have cramming our asses off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Here's to summer. May we never hear or see the end of it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-4338803857982177577?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/4338803857982177577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=4338803857982177577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4338803857982177577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/4338803857982177577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer-sundays.html' title='Summer Sundays'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SBQspCQCtAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/D2QVq4kf7Jc/s72-c/DSC03121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-8137374912385131836</id><published>2008-04-27T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:13:17.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward to...</title><content type='html'>1. May 24- Nica comes home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wednesday- my ungrounded day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. May 2/3- earning 1k for eating hotdogs and talking about them haha! moolah is my friend. we tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. SDA frosh orientation (May 12)- I'm meeting my blockmates! New people, new friends. No one's getting replaced though. :) Just adding to the tight circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. May 6- enrollment day, I'm getting my flowchart! I wonder what subjects I have for the first term...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. GOING TO TETEL'S HOUSE! That pocketful of sunshine has guitar hero!! whoo! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. having my hair colored and cut :) new 'do for college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. photoshoot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. learning how to drive :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. getting my boots from the states!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-8137374912385131836?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/8137374912385131836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=8137374912385131836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8137374912385131836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8137374912385131836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/looking-forward-to.html' title='Looking Forward to...'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-7624597535397513875</id><published>2008-04-25T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:10:45.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 inuman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21+ inuman tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. haha. We'll be complete because we will have Nica and Gab on Skype! wuhooo. Forgive the slow connection though haha. Oh, Pat and Sevi will be missed :( awww. not complete after all. demmit:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad though that I'll be having it in my house...sorta haha. I've been under house arrest too long. It's just sorta sad that my house is so hidden and...secluded(?). I posted a map but I still think people will be calling me up. haha! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE PEOPLE FIND MY HOUSE. and I hope you guys have a way home:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-7624597535397513875?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/7624597535397513875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=7624597535397513875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7624597535397513875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7624597535397513875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/21-inuman.html' title='21 inuman'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-2433490187649583439</id><published>2008-04-25T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T14:04:52.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chest X-ray's, College, and Fetch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SBAbjCQCs-I/AAAAAAAAABo/vS_gc0Tos9k/s1600-h/DSC05722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SBAbjCQCs-I/AAAAAAAAABo/vS_gc0Tos9k/s200/DSC05722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192680659071710178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm playing fetch with my dog hence the 'Fetch' part. &lt;/span&gt;I couldn't think of anything else, haha. Let me introduce you to my dog, Timmy. He has Labrador genes and he loves spraying his saliva on me. He's one and a half years old-still a puppy- and he's already MADE puppies with my brother's dog, Kim. :| hahaha, he's looking at me now like he knows that I typed that XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hennywaay, I got the results of my chest x-ray this morning. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have mild scoliosis.&lt;/span&gt; What the crap! Not to be boastful but I have the close-to-best posture in this family. &gt;:| My twin has constantly been reprimanded for being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuba&lt;/span&gt; [my sister and my older brother too] and HE doesn't get to have "no significant chest findings save for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mild scoliosis&lt;/span&gt;" printed on his radiograph report! &gt;:| I'm really affected. I'd rather have mine say, "the visualized bones are unremarkable" than THAT *points*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well, I just thought of something. My back HAS been hurting and cracking more often than usual.haha. and I did fall on that last backwalk that i did during NCC training in Feb...and I did fall on my neck-which i heard crack- and on my back-oh, and that cracked too. And I remember I couldn't move them for like 2 minutes :)) maybe, just maybe, I brought this freakin mild scoliosis on myself. Demmit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what comes around, goes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fajah talked to me about college and how i should be observant during the first few months/weeks/days. He tells me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since you're in-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anong &lt;/span&gt;course&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mo&lt;/span&gt;?- ah, multimedia arts, you have to be very observant because it's a course that focuses on the audience. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parang&lt;/span&gt; advertising&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'yan&lt;/span&gt;. Just be yourself. Don't get scared."&lt;br /&gt;What if i tend to be introspective, Dad? hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-2433490187649583439?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/2433490187649583439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=2433490187649583439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2433490187649583439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2433490187649583439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/chest-x-rays-college-and-fetch.html' title='Chest X-ray&apos;s, College, and Fetch'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SBAbjCQCs-I/AAAAAAAAABo/vS_gc0Tos9k/s72-c/DSC05722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-7562331537238931262</id><published>2008-04-24T06:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:12:17.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Out of It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally.&lt;/span&gt; After days of being cooped up and wallowing in my own sadness, the sun has come out. Nica made me happy! We got to talk at last! We caught up on each other's lives and I'm glad to say that nothing has changed.:) I wish we could've watched the sneak peeks of Twilight together. Like i said, we could've jumped up and down, screaming at every scene like children being tortured. HAHA. You're are loved, bestfriend!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my angry episode last night, I realized how a lot of people can seem to make more sense than normal. Like with Julia, I swear, she is such a perceptive woman. She saw through everything. I even made her my editor-in-chief and my partner when I start a novel. haha!  Thank you, Ju! Miss you seatmate:) Another person who put sense into me late at night was Paula. It meant a lot to me that she was awake till 1:30 am or something just to talk to me.:) Especially when she said, "Sure. I'm your friend. It's what i do.:)" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kilig na&lt;/span&gt; me, Paula! haha! Thanks again:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH!&lt;/span&gt; ohmygod, funny thing happened this morning. I swear, i get the WEIRDEST dreams. XD I will not divulge it here because it's embarrassing. But just to give you a picture of how ABSOLUTELY BIZARRE they are, here's one that i had months ago but is still etched in my memory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was fucking pregnant with the spawn of evil. i gave birth in a pool. but before that, i had to do a RITUAL which entailed two "guardians" from hell to do somersaults with me UNDERWATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-7562331537238931262?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/7562331537238931262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=7562331537238931262' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7562331537238931262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7562331537238931262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/coming-out-of-it.html' title='Coming Out of It'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-7479563434100318461</id><published>2008-04-23T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:29:03.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just So Someone Is Happy</title><content type='html'>ikat gallardo: what did you want me to say?&lt;br /&gt;josh araullo: mean in a slightly entertaining way&lt;br /&gt;josh araullo: i dont know&lt;br /&gt;josh araullo: stuff&lt;br /&gt;ikat gallardo: josh is confusing?&lt;br /&gt;josh araullo: josh is very good looking&lt;br /&gt;josh araullo: i love that guy like a bitch&lt;br /&gt;josh araullo: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;josh araullo: cause everybody loves josh like a bitch&lt;br /&gt;josh araullo: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, thank you josh for listening. :) happy now? i'm too nice for my own good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-7479563434100318461?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/7479563434100318461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=7479563434100318461' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7479563434100318461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7479563434100318461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-so-someone-is-happy.html' title='Just So Someone Is Happy'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-616719479881016442</id><published>2008-04-23T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:06:03.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lost A Bet</title><content type='html'>I lost a bet in which the consequence is that i should write about Josh. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he only said that it should be long...soooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh studies in Ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes hot european women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I keep on pressing Enter? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I will keep my end of the bargain if you TRY to do what you said you're going to try to do. :P I'm evil that way. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-616719479881016442?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/616719479881016442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=616719479881016442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/616719479881016442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/616719479881016442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-lost-bet.html' title='I Lost A Bet'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-18534867825410672</id><published>2008-04-23T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:37:49.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Pop For My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; When destiny calls you&lt;br /&gt;You must be strong&lt;br /&gt;I may not be with you&lt;br /&gt;But you got to hold on&lt;br /&gt;They'll see in time&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;We'll show them together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you'll be in my heart (Believe me)&lt;br /&gt;You'll be in my heart (I'll be there)&lt;br /&gt;From this day on&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever more&lt;br /&gt;You'll be in my heart (you'll be here in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;You'll be in my heart (I'll be there)&lt;br /&gt;From this day on&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever more&lt;br /&gt;You'll be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you always&lt;br /&gt;Always and always&lt;br /&gt;Just look over your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-18534867825410672?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/18534867825410672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=18534867825410672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/18534867825410672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/18534867825410672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/disney-pop-for-my-best-friend.html' title='Disney Pop For My Best Friend'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-7813573784097333515</id><published>2008-04-23T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:06:11.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not apologizing to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is so sad.&lt;/span&gt; looking back at my past entries,  I've been very angry. And sad to say again, this entry will be another angry/furious outburst. Forgive me for being weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect me to apologize. You've done this numerous times to your friends. Why are you so dumb? Seriously, when are you ever going to stand up on your own two feet and think? You make things seem so big. You know why? Maybe it's guilt. I don't know, you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's fine to just say "Ok, I will." I accept my mistakes and I pay for them. You, you avoid them and blame it on someone else. And you know who that someone else is? Your friends. I really don't know what to do with you anymore. You might have lost two now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-7813573784097333515?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/7813573784097333515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=7813573784097333515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7813573784097333515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7813573784097333515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-not-apologizing-to-you.html' title='I am not apologizing to you'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-6365617129409609077</id><published>2008-04-23T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:09:07.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Loups!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SA3PiyQCs9I/AAAAAAAAABg/4wy2KvAKsQ8/s1600-h/DSC06412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SA3PiyQCs9I/AAAAAAAAABg/4wy2KvAKsQ8/s320/DSC06412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192034141939610578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my Lover, Louisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know things have been hard to handle but always know that you have friends around you. We'll always be here when the world seems to crash, when the sky seems to be falling, and when the ground seems to have disappeared under you. We'll be the world, the sky, and the ground just for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this opportunity to reinvent yourself. This is your time. Breathe and take it easy ok, love? I wish you all the best! God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-6365617129409609077?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/6365617129409609077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=6365617129409609077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/6365617129409609077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/6365617129409609077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-loups.html' title='Happy Birthday Loups!'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SA3PiyQCs9I/AAAAAAAAABg/4wy2KvAKsQ8/s72-c/DSC06412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-2357327587671380731</id><published>2008-04-23T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:15:11.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;dumbshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-2357327587671380731?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/2357327587671380731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=2357327587671380731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2357327587671380731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2357327587671380731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/dumbshit.html' title='Dumbshit'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-2662181546094943222</id><published>2008-04-21T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:38:20.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;jesus christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;. sorry for taking the lord's name in vain but DUDE- what the hell? get your stories right. Don't start blaming your friends. And don't you even DARE demand for something when you don't have the right to. What the hell are you trying to get at? I hope you fix yourself up. At this rate, everyone will be fed up with you. I don't know how you're going to survive college. I'm really worried. I'm saying this as your friend. Don't look at it the wrong way. I care enough to tell you this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-2662181546094943222?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/2662181546094943222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=2662181546094943222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2662181546094943222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/2662181546094943222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/suck-it-up.html' title='Suck It Up'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-3141461110590946040</id><published>2008-04-21T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:39:10.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Do This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;don't do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; That was the last thing i told You. Please come back. We haven't talked in days. It hasn't been normal you know. I hope you read this. I haven't told anyone and i hope i don't have to. You don't know how hard it is WAITING for your decision. Talk to me, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i wish you didn't tell me about your...hesitation. It made me feel like I didn't matter too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;your friend, Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-3141461110590946040?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/3141461110590946040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=3141461110590946040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3141461110590946040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/3141461110590946040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-do-this.html' title='Don&apos;t Do This'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-7437459910986650333</id><published>2008-04-20T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T17:14:07.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My very first post&lt;/span&gt;. To start this off, i made this blog so that i could get in touch with Nica. Also, it's a good way to blow off some steam once in a while. This way, Nica will be able to know what's up and i would be able to tell her, and the rest of You, what's up with my topsy-turvy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to give justice to what i just wrote, let me tell You what has happened so far post-bora. Forgive my vague-ness. I have privacy issues. Don't bother with the pronouns. It's part of the vague-ness too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My heart has been torn open just when it was plugged up.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm on lockdown for the next two weeks making me vulnerable to power trippers and commonplace familial injustices.&lt;br /&gt;-I've been thinking of You and how you'll be hurting me once you've made your decision.&lt;br /&gt;-And You, when will you get it? You really are slow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-7437459910986650333?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/7437459910986650333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=7437459910986650333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7437459910986650333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/7437459910986650333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/first.html' title='The First'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4159583835804095389.post-8021848824936393271</id><published>2008-04-19T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:04:21.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i can't go to outings, then outings shall come to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;. I was beginning to worry about how I'll be able to exhaust my summer with my precious friends. You see, I'm presently grounded for two weeks. Reason why? I'm going out too much. For the record, how many summers will i have before all my friends leave never to be seen again? my summers are numbered! Like everyone else's is! Geez. And they say that they've been teenagers. Time sure has changed. It's a manifestation that no matter how similar growing up may seem to the older generations, it's never the same. That's why they call it GENERATION. The number of letters in that word is proof enough of how far apart the differentiation gap is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have been graced by God with a cool grandmother. She has allowed me to have my friends over while she's out of the country. If it wasn't her house and it was my mother's, she'd do the opposite most likely. Sooooo, friends, pinoys, countrymen, lend me your calendars. You can crash my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4159583835804095389-8021848824936393271?l=lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/feeds/8021848824936393271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4159583835804095389&amp;postID=8021848824936393271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8021848824936393271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4159583835804095389/posts/default/8021848824936393271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromher-ikat.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-i-cant-go-to-outings-then-outings.html' title='If i can&apos;t go to outings, then outings shall come to me.'/><author><name>ikat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10419465080652636280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s2Xr7F8g4gg/SOg0X_ejTnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l0VBrfZ2lDM/S220/Punta-Fuego-090308-110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
