<?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-31614470</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:45:58.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two could be complete without the rest of the world</title><subtitle type='html'>when you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-116210984294986291</id><published>2006-10-29T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T17:18:35.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my masterpiece!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4049/3433/1600/finalmultifly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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masterpiece!!!'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-116001354290450644</id><published>2006-10-05T09:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T09:59:02.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running</title><content type='html'>oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, my body parts have been scattered everywhere: in the classroom, araneta center, shaw boulevard, tawi-tawi, train station in toledo, wisteria lane, one of the cr's nordstrom in san francisco, in our swimming pool, terriyaki boy in market market..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im as blasted as a cannon. i am so blasted that i could not even distinguish sunday from monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, as my long absence is concerned, these were the very insignificant things that happened to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ateneo lost to ust (!@#$%^&amp;* UST PA @#$%^&amp;*!@#$%^)&lt;br /&gt;2. i went to mich dulce and company's store: store for all seasons&lt;br /&gt;3. i am still failing economics big time&lt;br /&gt;4. i had my first oral exams in spanish&lt;br /&gt;5. we (our group) landed 4th place in the soccer finals&lt;br /&gt;6. ady already developed a sickness named: OBSESSIVE IMPULSIVE SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;7. effing history play is effing done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the one you always dreamed of &lt;br /&gt;You were the one I tried to draw &lt;br /&gt;How dare you say it's nothing to me &lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're the only light I ever saw &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make the most of all the sadness &lt;br /&gt;You'll be a bitch because you can &lt;br /&gt;You try to hit me just to hurt me &lt;br /&gt;So you leave me feeling dirty &lt;br /&gt;Because you can't understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going down &lt;br /&gt;And you can see it too &lt;br /&gt;We're going down &lt;br /&gt;And you know that we're doomed &lt;br /&gt;My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-116001354290450644?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/116001354290450644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=116001354290450644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/116001354290450644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/116001354290450644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/10/running_05.html' title='running'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115750359193832803</id><published>2006-09-06T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T08:46:31.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do it for me now</title><content type='html'>It's a frightening night, and the wind has a roar &lt;br /&gt;It seeps through the hall, and from under the door &lt;br /&gt;Like the shit that was said &lt;br /&gt;Can take it that well &lt;br /&gt;I give and i give and i give and i give and im still &lt;br /&gt;Hurtin from this, from the love that’s been starved &lt;br /&gt;I know I got close but I’m sure it’s to far &lt;br /&gt;From the point of suspense, we know it should be &lt;br /&gt;The end of the part, of our favorite movie &lt;br /&gt;When the guy grabs the girl and gives her his hand &lt;br /&gt;Says take me away from this torch in this land &lt;br /&gt;Cause the grave is set up, the hole that i dug &lt;br /&gt;I gave and i gave and i gave and i gave you my trust &lt;br /&gt;Like the time that we kissed, and you gave me a lie &lt;br /&gt;To act of this scene you pretended to cry &lt;br /&gt;But im here and I’m cool, the way that it is &lt;br /&gt;Just give me a chance and I’ll try to forgive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know &lt;br /&gt;And I cant guess &lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be OK &lt;br /&gt;But now, my last wish &lt;br /&gt;Is that you do this with me &lt;br /&gt;Kiss me here, and hold my hand &lt;br /&gt;Let me feel like I’m the only one &lt;br /&gt;I know you can &lt;br /&gt;Won’t you do if for me now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had it with the rain and the tears &lt;br /&gt;The predictable storm that has come every year &lt;br /&gt;And it sneaks from the shore with the bat in its hand &lt;br /&gt;I’m tryin I’m tryin I’m tryin I’m tryin I cant &lt;br /&gt;You’re a thief and a witch, but if love you to death &lt;br /&gt;You steal my heart and curse under your breath &lt;br /&gt;But the one thing that i will most willing prove &lt;br /&gt;That when you are gone I’ll be fine without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know &lt;br /&gt;And I can’t guess &lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be OK &lt;br /&gt;But now, my last wish &lt;br /&gt;Is that you do this with me &lt;br /&gt;Kiss me here, and hold my hand &lt;br /&gt;Let me feel like I’m the only one &lt;br /&gt;I know you can &lt;br /&gt;Won’t you do if for me now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just hold on, hold on to me &lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115750359193832803?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115750359193832803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115750359193832803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115750359193832803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115750359193832803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/09/do-it-for-me-now.html' title='do it for me now'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115745927609148674</id><published>2006-09-05T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T20:27:56.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meal or no meal?</title><content type='html'>obsession is like dark chocolate almond from btic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its addicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its an object of obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obsession pays a very high price (and risk too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;franky, i do not know what the hell i am typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been in the zombie mode lately...&lt;div 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meal?'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115738110196621646</id><published>2006-09-04T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:45:01.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JTA</title><content type='html'>whooo! jta! whooo!&lt;br /&gt;but economics is not cooperating for christ's sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115738110196621646?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115689277760599465</id><published>2006-08-30T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T07:06:17.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drop a whore</title><content type='html'>i am suffering from a disease named haggarditis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel my energy so used up that i committed a lot of mistakes upon typing this sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A D FOR ECONOMICS 102! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit hindi na ako mag-DL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sooo not going to be an economist in any of my lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115689277760599465?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115651292501301472</id><published>2006-08-25T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T21:35:25.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>estoy ausente</title><content type='html'>si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy ausente por cuatro dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if its your divine mission to annoy me, then ill make it mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy muy triste porque mi mama es muy enfadada con yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy muy trastorno con mi chicas en pandayan porque estan ausente para nuestra mitin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pienso que debes morir y ir a infierno porque molestas yo siempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo sueno ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si entiendes espanol y lees espanol, soy muerto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115619837354998582</id><published>2006-08-22T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:12:57.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pout</title><content type='html'>please remind me to shut my big mouth always. or whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ady whines: I WANNA WRITE EVIL STUFfFfFf! (in a child whiney voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, people for the lamb of god, i have been defaultly publicly kind. yeah. ill keep all those evil thoughts to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115619837354998582?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115619837354998582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115619837354998582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115619837354998582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115619837354998582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/pout.html' title='pout'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115615899852003062</id><published>2006-08-21T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T19:16:38.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain in the neck</title><content type='html'>writing can be fun or dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of now, it has cost me my neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW THIS IDIOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what, I WOULD NOT EVEN STOP WRITING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its for public consumption for god's sake. what the hell? im opinionated so what? well, for one thing, google has been very helpful to our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have stopped writing for about 4 days i guess. it's either no internet access or im just plain lazy. but nothing really important happened do not ever worry. what else? hmmm... oh yeah last saturday my face was swollen because we went to laguna and then the wildlife was very harsh. and some creatures infiltrated my system so there. whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im repeating this again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you got nothing nice to tell me... don't even say it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115615899852003062?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115615899852003062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115615899852003062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115615899852003062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115615899852003062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/pain-in-neck.html' title='pain in the neck'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115573226819445789</id><published>2006-08-16T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:44:28.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>katutubo in the city</title><content type='html'>live microorganisms... these are the creatures on your yogurt foods. so meaning, when you eat yogurt (and the like) there are squirming creatures in your spoon? i just do not want to imagine that either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its very funny when you are commuting (especially when going to school) and there is traffic suddenly... it's getting on your nerves and the more that you will get pissed off because the source of that damn traffic is A TRAFFIC ENFORCER. now i get it... a traffic enforcer basically enforces traffic. great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid intact! all i got to do is sit and write this blog. IS THIS WHAT I GET FOR AN HONORARIUM FOR GOD'S SAKE?!?!  sir chris said to wait for further developments. I CANNOT WAIT ANY LONGER! i mean you may think i am such a workaholic that i need something to do and instead of giving thanks for resting after a long trek from social sciences building. guys that is far by the way. well, my point is i need to do something because i chose to do this because i thought i was going to do something. i can do other things besides from sitting here like going home and experience a faster internet. or maybe go to gateway (when i have money that is) or sleep at home (I WANT SLEEP!) oh my gawd... the song being played here in intact is some religious song by some american idol contestant. and the funny part? my student knows the song (he sings it with actions). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to apple ipod. and apple ibook g4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sir dave explained awhile ago about how the spartans trained for war. and he also told about the story of the spartan trainee and the mongoose. do not ever ask me to tell the story. you would not even want to hear it. if you wanna hear it, tag me on my tag board (uh... duuh) if i lived on the spartan city state in the ancient period, i will be hurled off a cliff to die because i have poor eyesight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my black eye wannabe is itching so bad. everyone thinks i was punched by someone. i wish though, well at least i know who did this whateveritis to me. but no, some creature from the wildlife bit me in my upper cheek that resulted to this. and i think that the creature thought that the one he/she/it bit will not realize that she was bit but instead was punched. but sorry creature I KNOW YOU BIT ME! BECAUSE IT IS ITCHING! BLACK EYES DO NOT ITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:59. please let this finish. i need to talk to rissa hontiveros about our pos 100 project. pos100 DIE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want friday to come! alcoholic substances + terriyaki boy = F U N !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i AM bored. I am BORED i Am BoReD! I aM bOrEd! i am bored! I AM BORED! BORED AM I! derob ma i! I AM BORED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST ARRIVED NOW: party for cartess is cancelled. cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel so left out in my intact class. i mean i really wish there was a health science major intact student assistant for these little kids. I AM A EUROPEAN STUDIES MAJOR FOR PIZZA'S SAKE! i am unknowledgeable in those science stuff. and even if i am, i am not a worthy source. talk to me in espanol, we are fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had an educational discussion for matanglawin. FAURA 117 WAS FILLED WITH PEOPLE! sarcastically speaking. in fairview, the talk was really nice. i mean rockin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that those quote and quote jologs radio stations are for world domination. they are targetting the most vulnerable of the society. really... come to think of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115573226819445789?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115573226819445789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115573226819445789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115573226819445789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115573226819445789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/katutubo-in-city.html' title='katutubo in the city'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115573205073511130</id><published>2006-08-16T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:40:50.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wannabe</title><content type='html'>for the first time i understood sir pasimio's lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won! 4-2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a play practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that clover chips is addicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if your THEOLOGY professor named JESUS told you things about going to church and then eating out and doing your own rituals in a MOTEL?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115573205073511130?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115573205073511130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115573205073511130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115573205073511130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115573205073511130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/wannabe.html' title='wannabe'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115573192848447457</id><published>2006-08-16T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:38:48.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner</title><content type='html'>macaroni and cheese is too delicious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a very bad day today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115573192848447457?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115573192848447457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115573192848447457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115573192848447457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115573192848447457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/dinner.html' title='dinner'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115547262071861866</id><published>2006-08-13T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:37:00.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>claro que no</title><content type='html'>i am not going to rant today. i have enough of ranting today. or maybe rather i had enough of ranting forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my sister&lt;br /&gt;-she thinks she's RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;- she thinks she's very SUPER important&lt;br /&gt;- she wants people to listen to her adventures and misadventures alike. more like binibida niya yung sarili niya sa amin. which is very sick. i mean girl, get a real life. and when she asks for advices, she forcefully contradicts us. especially me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this applies to EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;if you really got nothing nice to tell me... SHUT YOUR MOUTH! &lt;br /&gt;and maybe do not even talk to me for that matter because you will be wasting your saliva on a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you really got nothing nice to tell me... SHUT YOUR MOUTH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115547262071861866?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115547262071861866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115547262071861866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115547262071861866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115547262071861866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/claro-que-no.html' title='claro que no'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115536863253305681</id><published>2006-08-12T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T05:59:50.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>son las siete de la manana</title><content type='html'>for your information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the entry grocery less was for friday august 11, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i commuted to school with my remaining 25 bucks. and after that i think i would have to steal money. &lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are having a field trip to villamor airbase for rotc today. and yes, call time is 7 am. so i am not late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, attendance, inspection, your usual chorva in the rotc happened. and punishment (which required push-ups) also occured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 am came. we are supposed to leave the ateneo already but the bus is not there yet. ady complains even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just cannot understand why we left 930 am in the ateneo. and we went to the philippine air force museum. wicked guns... nice uniforms and i think two of our comrades were stuck inside the glass because they were wearing the exact same goa as ours. chuckles. i hate old uncovered books. makes me sneeze and itch unceasantly. and we went to the thrilling and exciting part: the old replica planes. lucky me, i was able to ride the mini 747 plane, the helicopter and THE FIGHTER PLANE!!! yes, i was able to ride on the cockpit. WOW! it was old and moldy and it did not have the steering wheel. hopefully dom will be able to forward to me the pics of me in the cockpit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i also saw different swords there. there was a golden saber there that i was itching to steal away from the premises. laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two flights: alpha and bravo, gave ma'am pena and sir tecson santan garlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know now how to get money: il practice singing already for i will join the ATENEAN IDOL! i swear i will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i should start going to the chapel every before my class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4cJeMTVBnQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4cJeMTVBnQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I.. &lt;br /&gt;got out of bed at all &lt;br /&gt;The morning rain clouds up my window.. &lt;br /&gt;and I can't see at all &lt;br /&gt;And even if I could it'll all be gray, &lt;br /&gt;but your picture on my wall &lt;br /&gt;It reminds me, that it's not so bad, &lt;br /&gt;it's not so bad.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background &lt;br /&gt;2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eminem as 'Stan'] &lt;br /&gt;Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin &lt;br /&gt;I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom &lt;br /&gt;I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em &lt;br /&gt;There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em &lt;br /&gt;but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? &lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father &lt;br /&gt;If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? &lt;br /&gt;I'ma name her Bonnie &lt;br /&gt;I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry &lt;br /&gt;I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him &lt;br /&gt;I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan &lt;br /&gt;I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam &lt;br /&gt;I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man &lt;br /&gt;I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, &lt;br /&gt;just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan &lt;br /&gt;This is Stan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Chorus: Dido} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eminem as 'Stan'] &lt;br /&gt;Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance &lt;br /&gt;I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans &lt;br /&gt;If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert &lt;br /&gt;you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew &lt;br /&gt;That's my little brother man, he's only six years old &lt;br /&gt;We waited in the blistering cold for you, &lt;br /&gt;four hours and you just said, "No." &lt;br /&gt;That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol &lt;br /&gt;He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do &lt;br /&gt;I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to &lt;br /&gt;Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you &lt;br /&gt;you would write back - see I'm just like you in a way &lt;br /&gt;I never knew my father neither; &lt;br /&gt;he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her &lt;br /&gt;I can relate to what you're saying in your songs &lt;br /&gt;so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on &lt;br /&gt;cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed &lt;br /&gt;I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds &lt;br /&gt;It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me &lt;br /&gt;See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it &lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7 &lt;br /&gt;But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does &lt;br /&gt;She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up &lt;br /&gt;You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely yours, Stan -- P.S. &lt;br /&gt;We should be together too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Chorus: Dido} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eminem as 'Stan'] &lt;br /&gt;Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans, &lt;br /&gt;this'll be the last package I ever send your ass &lt;br /&gt;It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it? &lt;br /&gt;I know you got my last two letters; &lt;br /&gt;I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect &lt;br /&gt;So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it &lt;br /&gt;I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway &lt;br /&gt;Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? &lt;br /&gt;You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" &lt;br /&gt;about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning &lt;br /&gt;but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him? &lt;br /&gt;That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning &lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy &lt;br /&gt;and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call &lt;br /&gt;I hope you know I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off the wall &lt;br /&gt;I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it &lt;br /&gt;You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it &lt;br /&gt;And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it &lt;br /&gt;I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me &lt;br /&gt;See Slim; {*screaming*} Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk! &lt;br /&gt;Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk &lt;br /&gt;but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you &lt;br /&gt;cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too &lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now &lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out? &lt;br /&gt;{*car tires squeal*} {*CRASH*} &lt;br /&gt;.. {*brief silence*} .. {*LOUD splash*} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Chorus: Dido} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eminem] &lt;br /&gt;Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy &lt;br /&gt;You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? &lt;br /&gt;Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that &lt;br /&gt;and here's an autograph for your brother, &lt;br /&gt;I wrote it on the Starter cap &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you &lt;br /&gt;Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you &lt;br /&gt;But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? &lt;br /&gt;I say that shit just clownin dogg, &lt;br /&gt;c'mon - how fucked up is you? &lt;br /&gt;You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling &lt;br /&gt;to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some &lt;br /&gt;And what's this shit about us meant to be together? &lt;br /&gt;That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other &lt;br /&gt;I really think you and your girlfriend need each other &lt;br /&gt;or maybe you just need to treat her better &lt;br /&gt;I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time &lt;br /&gt;before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine &lt;br /&gt;if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan &lt;br /&gt;why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan &lt;br /&gt;I just don't want you to do some crazy shit &lt;br /&gt;I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick &lt;br /&gt;Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge &lt;br /&gt;and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid &lt;br /&gt;and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to &lt;br /&gt;Come to think about, his name was.. it was you &lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that my friends is the very raw and very modern arete we have in the present... that gone real sick...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115536863253305681?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115536863253305681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115536863253305681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115536863253305681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115536863253305681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/son-las-siete-de-la-manana.html' title='son las siete de la manana'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115536727959841442</id><published>2006-08-12T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T15:21:19.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grocery less</title><content type='html'>whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am starting to be SUPER lazy to write. as in. if i could have a wire connected between my brain and my laptop, i would be very glad to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing really very important happened today. &lt;br /&gt;nothing. &lt;br /&gt;nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah... i am in need of money. because i do not even have coins to commute home already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT NOTHING TO WRITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115536727959841442?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115536727959841442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115536727959841442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115536727959841442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115536727959841442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/grocery-less.html' title='grocery less'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115525038024641103</id><published>2006-08-11T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T06:53:00.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy daisy</title><content type='html'>thursday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was not able to write again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling lazy lately to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spanish is always fun. always.&lt;br /&gt;pe was worse. we lost. 2-6. partly because i was a stupid goalie today.&lt;br /&gt;eco IS FOREVER BORING and can you believe it... WE HAVE A QUIZ ON TUESDAY! what the hell do i know...&lt;br /&gt;theo... we only had a group activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... giggles and i gave pol a spongebob candy dispenser... =) and we are making it sing 'campfire song song' yeah with the patrick and squidward parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giggles made a video for pol because she cannot write. how cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept early again after picking up my sister and cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won’t say&lt;br /&gt;How the world can play&lt;br /&gt;She won’t say&lt;br /&gt;How you can stay&lt;br /&gt;She’s a lazy daisy…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115525038024641103?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115525038024641103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>feliz</title><content type='html'>wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo siento i was not able to write an entry for a very important day. whatever. i was so into neopets (nagpapayaman na naman ako for christ's sake). es el nuebe de agosto hoy. feliz monthsary to me and pol! tenemos nuebe mes! anyway, my high school friend mia and her friend went to ateneo today. weeee!i helped them with their research needs for their filipino class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really &lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you so much pol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115524942952121468?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115524942952121468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115524942952121468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115524942952121468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115524942952121468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/feliz.html' title='feliz'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115502399816528766</id><published>2006-08-08T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T07:23:10.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i would rather vomit my whole circulatory system</title><content type='html'>i got an 82 over a hundred for my spanish supertest. i am disappointed though because i was expecting a 90. oh, what a bitch am i. laughs. for the primera vez, dormo en la clase! watda?! tengo mucha verguenza! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, last night i saw my former high school classmate/seatmate on tv. what a shame, she is this bratty spoiled overaged high school girl who really hates st paul because one time when she was going to cut her class... again... she said she does not want to be identified as a paulinian because she is still a povedan. so, bitch why did you kick out yourself out of poveda in the first place... i mean that is poveda for god's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, she is one of those new recruits of viva or something. she is also one of the hosts in that s files show. guys you know who she is na. if you dont (and you are not updated in the local showbiz scene... and i advise you not to...) it is just so sad... my mom used to comment that was she's trying hard, really really hard to be famous. i mean, was not she even contented to the fact that her family owns gazillions and gazillions of money and other properties and she still inserts herself in this poor oh so poor showbiz industry. its just insane. i think her ambition is to rule the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta pag may: pilipino + camera = showbiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when i watch news programs and there are news about accidents, murder, calamities or any event that requires the mere, raw presence of countrymen, these hakot countrymen will always and always will come into the presence of the camera lens and do their 10-seconds of fame thing. the kind that they will wave their hand extensively as if they will be discovered by some maniac producer who will get them to be an extra or something. but even though they were just hired to be extras, they would definitely get or rather grab the opportunity to get their sorry asses on media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won in our soccer game awhile ago. applause. 4-3. we have a new import, this girl who kicks really hard. real hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that old guy is getting into my nerves. he forcefully kicked me out of the classroom awhile ago. 4 cuts for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesus is our savior. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we give in sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115502399816528766?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115502399816528766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115502399816528766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115502399816528766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115502399816528766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-would-rather-vomit-my-whole.html' title='i would rather vomit my whole circulatory system'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115493696338001953</id><published>2006-08-07T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T06:01:16.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gorilla warfare</title><content type='html'>do you remember this song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9g5xFbFiKew"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9g5xFbFiKew" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i really do. just about a few minutes ago before i typed my first sentence, i heard papercut by linkin park on my ipod. it exists pa pala. laughs. i can still remember my linkin park mania days. that was about first to second year. i bought the first album 'hybrid theory' for my birthday. i always watched mtv for their new videos. and if i get lucky, i get to so the 'making the video' edition of their videos. well, frankly they are a nice band. if i say no, my twin brother mikey will choke me. laughs again. well, hell yeah they are. but when they were fused with some kind of rnb flavor, i would rather puke them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commercials:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. no wifi in the ls (WATDAHELL!?)&lt;br /&gt;2. the smell of taho is hostaging my digestive system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sitting right now in the caf with a table full of pesky freshmen are seated in front of me. there is an afro guy in front and the girl (probably his blockmate or something) was telling him: "NAGPAGUPIT KA NO?!?" and the afro guy was denying it or something. i mean, in my own point of my sane mind, how can you tell if an afro had a haircut. i have no idea that's why i am asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are combat boots + warmers + schoolgirl skirt really attention-grabbing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me describe to you the typical freshman of the school year 2006-2007:&lt;br /&gt;1. rowdy&lt;br /&gt;2. MAINGAY!&lt;br /&gt;3. pa-porma&lt;br /&gt;4. feeling matagal na silang nag-aaral sa ateneo (daig pa yung mga tanders)&lt;br /&gt;5. feeling ulit&lt;br /&gt;6. MAINGAY!&lt;br /&gt;7. pa-cool (especially pertains to two people) &lt;br /&gt;8. irritating&lt;br /&gt;9. easy-go-lucky (they feel they will survive the ateneo, but let us just wait till second semester begins... let's just wait)&lt;br /&gt;10. a bunch of smart alecks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry my dear freshmen who will be able to read this. this is a general description. it does not point to each and every one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have badly painted nails. oh well, it will just stay for a week then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god my party is back to december 9 again. i mean if it was transfered to dec 20-22 (between not all the dates!) i wonder who the hell will go to my party. just my relatives. AGAIN?!?! i remembered my sister said, my relatives are important because they give many gifts. if it's just my relatives who are the priority, damn we can have a party every single &amp;!*!% day of our lives!  until we get very sick and tired of each others faces. she also said my friends cannot give me the quantity of gifts that my relatives can give. i really wanted to push my sister off a cliff that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottomline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SISTER IS SUCH A SMART ASS (100% TRUE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resourcefulness my ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is the practical application of military intelligence in our mundane everyday lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 10 things i want to get asap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. money&lt;br /&gt;2. saber&lt;br /&gt;3. m16 rifle (preferably with grenade launcher)&lt;br /&gt;4. tamagochi v3&lt;br /&gt;5. a canon dslr&lt;br /&gt;6. that very cute pink pda at toys r us&lt;br /&gt;7. lanyard ipod in-ear earprones&lt;br /&gt;8. dj headphones&lt;br /&gt;9. blue crv&lt;br /&gt;10. more money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to drive my own car already. its just starting to come into my senses that i REALLY need it. not just want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my writing juices stopped flowing. how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want a tamagotchi v3!!! por favor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115493696338001953?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115493696338001953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115493696338001953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115493696338001953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115493696338001953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/gorilla-warfare.html' title='gorilla warfare'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115487892495675548</id><published>2006-08-06T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T23:42:05.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kailangan may tumatalsik na laway</title><content type='html'>sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah humbug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate sundays. well it is supposed to be rest day but due to my sister's power trips and pasista tendencies, we are more than anything but forced to go to laguna. the house is really nice but being there makes me sick. and i really mean ill. awhile ago, my eyes were swollen and again and migraine and fever struck me again. as for that, i was wrongly accused of being muy peresoza by mi hermana muy estupida y gorda. i wonder where she draws her voice power for all the shouting, shrieking and screaming at the whole family. the guy who stays at laguna is either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. weird (whenever we talk to him, he does stupid things like biting a towel or tugging his shirt repeatedly)&lt;br /&gt;b. stoned (guys you know what i mean... and he looks like one)&lt;br /&gt;c. psychotic (he never looks at the person he's talking to)&lt;br /&gt;d. just plain nang-aasar (he told our maid "ikaw na lang kaya gumawa nito" when he was asked to do something)&lt;br /&gt;e. lazy (he never cleans the house)&lt;br /&gt;f. all of the above (he should go home. my mom takes out cash for laziness... go to hell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the ateneo vs. ust game. ateneo won of course. duh. i mean ust is A BIG LOSER SCHOOL. like what they say about what ust really means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u-p&lt;br /&gt;s-ana &lt;br /&gt;t-ayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. when i heard about this acronym i remembered someone fitting the description. he really wanted to go to up but unfortunately he was too dumb to be accpeted. poor him. now he is in ust. i believe that he fits there perfectly. ust is for losers. he is a big loser himself. oh i never told you guys about the hierarchy of THE schools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sky = ateneo&lt;br /&gt;trees = la salle&lt;br /&gt;humps = ust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughs out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was eating turon, my tooth suddenly chipped off. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect songs for different moods when you want to break up with someone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. if you are feeling rnb-ish&lt;br /&gt;mikaila - the art of letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put away the pictures&lt;br /&gt;Put away the memories&lt;br /&gt;I've poured over &amp; over through my tears&lt;br /&gt;I've held them till i'm blind&lt;br /&gt;They kept my hope alive&lt;br /&gt;As if somehow that might keep you here&lt;br /&gt;Once you believed in a love forever more&lt;br /&gt;How do you leave it in a drawer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here it comes&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part of all&lt;br /&gt;Unchain my heart that's holding on&lt;br /&gt;How do I start to live my life alone&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'm just learning&lt;br /&gt;Learning the art of letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Say the word goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But each time it catches in my throat&lt;br /&gt;You're still here in me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't set you free&lt;br /&gt;So I hold on to what I wanted most&lt;br /&gt;Baby someday we'll be friends forever more&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could open up that door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here it comes&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part of all&lt;br /&gt;Unchain my heart that's holding on&lt;br /&gt;How do I start to live my life alone&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'm just learning&lt;br /&gt;Learning the art of letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching us fade&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;But try to make it through the pain&lt;br /&gt;Not one more day without you&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start to live my life alone&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm learning&lt;br /&gt;Only learning&lt;br /&gt;Learning the art of letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. if you are feeling rebellious&lt;br /&gt;the vines  - get free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlcWkbxEQbk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlcWkbxEQbk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get free &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get free &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get free &lt;br /&gt;Ride into the sun &lt;br /&gt;She never loved me &lt;br /&gt;She never loved me &lt;br /&gt;She never loved me &lt;br /&gt;Why should anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Come in, come in, come in) &lt;br /&gt;I'll take a bullet for ya &lt;br /&gt;(Come in, come in, come in) &lt;br /&gt;Drag you around the corner &lt;br /&gt;(Come in, come in, come in) &lt;br /&gt;You know you really oughta &lt;br /&gt;(Come in, come in, come in) &lt;br /&gt;Move outta California &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get (get) &lt;br /&gt;Me (me) &lt;br /&gt;Far (far) &lt;br /&gt;When I'm alive again &lt;br /&gt;Save (save) &lt;br /&gt;Me (me) &lt;br /&gt;From (from) &lt;br /&gt;It! (it!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's breeding time &lt;br /&gt;Look into your eyes away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get free &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get free &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get free &lt;br /&gt;Ride into the sun &lt;br /&gt;She never loved me &lt;br /&gt;She never loved me &lt;br /&gt;She never loved me &lt;br /&gt;Why should anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Come in, come in, come in) &lt;br /&gt;I'll make it better for ya &lt;br /&gt;(Come in, come in, come in) &lt;br /&gt;Drag you around the corner &lt;br /&gt;(Come in, come in, come in) &lt;br /&gt;You know you really oughta &lt;br /&gt;(Come in, come in, come in) &lt;br /&gt;Move outta California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. if you are feeling trip hop/techno&lt;br /&gt;moby  - porcelain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ELzKl_Gbf_M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ELzKl_Gbf_M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams I'm dying all the time&lt;br /&gt;As I wake its kaleidoscopic mind&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to lie&lt;br /&gt;So this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;This is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell the truth you never wanted me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams I'm jealous all the time&lt;br /&gt;As I wake I'm going out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Going out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giggles keeps on asking me when will we buy her a care bear. oh baby, how i wish we also knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch this video. shirley manson is the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvDABi6hAsI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvDABi6hAsI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115487892495675548?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115487892495675548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115487892495675548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115487892495675548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115487892495675548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/kailangan-may-tumatalsik-na-laway.html' title='kailangan may tumatalsik na laway'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115486544152251942</id><published>2006-08-05T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T19:57:21.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boy abunda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4049/3433/1600/05-08-06_1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4049/3433/400/05-08-06_1158.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dios mio! ady muy muy bonito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to school today wearing my oh so puhretty goa uniform. with my harry potter glasses, i look oh so gwapo. omg. as usual, borinf saturday morning. thank god pol is present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 1 pm came, rotc met at ss avr. we discussed about proper goa bearing and the like and military intelligence. thanks god again (although i want to say heaven forbid) tecson was discussing the topic. as the topic is discussed, i see a great and bright future in my life as a military intelligence officer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a game afterwards. military intelligence in the form of amazing race. mission: to catch the terrorists (in the persona of the cocc's gelo and carlo) oh so funny game. well, as usual our flight won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were dismissed early for some strange reasons. although we were dismissed early, i was able to get home about son las otso menos quarto. waah. what a trip back home! thank goodness for rainey who was there for all the chorva. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so obviously i went to mass in my goa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115486544152251942?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115486544152251942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115486544152251942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115486544152251942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115486544152251942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/boy-abunda.html' title='boy abunda'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115469767824225923</id><published>2006-08-04T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T06:09:47.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>placebo</title><content type='html'>i had a bad sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have been having bad dreams lately. thankfully i cannot remember them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept in the jeep again upon going to ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history was fun as usual. thank goodness for people like sir dave... classes have never been so much stand-up comedy-ish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ady's top 10 best teachers in the ateneo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. jethro tenorio! - filipino 14&lt;br /&gt;2. dave lozada - history 18.1&lt;br /&gt;3. alexi alunan - spanish 1&lt;br /&gt;4. joie austria - english 11&lt;br /&gt;5. rene macahig - chemistry 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;6. jesus dacillo - theology 121&lt;br /&gt;7. yol jamendang - filipino 14&lt;br /&gt;8. bernardo bonoan - pe 101&lt;br /&gt;9.walter torres - fencing&lt;br /&gt;10. karen villarante- biology 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pol and i got my glasses in gateway vision express. much to my horror, when i was claiming my glasses (oh yeah it's harry potter!) i saw an old lady who was A CONO! i therefore conclude that cono-ness is not a phase in your teenage years. much worse that you can have it until you are old, gray and filthy rich. good lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watch an i-witness documentary 'dekada setenta'. thank lord it was not boring. howie severino was not bad in telling his story. or else i could not have understand a word he said. but the documentary focused on the missing people during the marcos regime until the present. too bad at present, people do not only get missing but they also get their lives lost. tsk. tsk. oh yeah these things happened in polsci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ady's top 10 people that should get their lives lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sam milby&lt;br /&gt;2. carlos agassi&lt;br /&gt;3. you know who you are and you are like okra!&lt;br /&gt;4. christian arcilla&lt;br /&gt;5. shaina magdayo&lt;br /&gt;6. jay-r&lt;br /&gt;7. britney spears&lt;br /&gt;8. mark herras&lt;br /&gt;9. jennylin mercado&lt;br /&gt;10. the guy with the nakakaasiwang fes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was not surprising that little amount of people showed up for the SA21 class. i was not surprised either. before the class, the classroom was locked, so we were taunting ma'am hiroko to give us a free cut (otra vez). hahaha. tough luck for us. however, even though ma'am hiroko saw that i was playing neopets during her class... she did not even dared to stop me. oh god. nahiya ako dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ady's top 10 i will never eat these foods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. okra&lt;br /&gt;2. pakbet&lt;br /&gt;3. shrimp&lt;br /&gt;4. bagoong&lt;br /&gt;5. betamax&lt;br /&gt;6. eggplant&lt;br /&gt;7. raw egg&lt;br /&gt;8. dinuguan&lt;br /&gt;9. brazo de mercedes&lt;br /&gt;10. ensaimada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph and i went back to crame to buy another patch. believe it or not, time flies very very MUY MUY fast in crame. we got off the bus and we went to the military supplies place and we bought the patch and we got in another bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it only took us about 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. time flies fast in camp crame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's rotc tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad we are not dissambling and assembling rifles tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4049/3433/1600/04-08-06_2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4049/3433/400/04-08-06_2031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goa... oh so pretty! muy muy bonita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115469767824225923?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115469767824225923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115469767824225923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115469767824225923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115469767824225923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/placebo.html' title='placebo'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115469578595940695</id><published>2006-08-04T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:49:45.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tamagochi ver. 3</title><content type='html'>oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my very first spanish long exams today. AND IT LOOKS LIKE I DID NOT STUDY FOR IT! what a loser ady. the only things i remebered were madera and cristal. what the?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despues, i went to ateneo high school to get albert application form. thank god he was transferring schools already. and dios mio! the application form for high school is 600 BUCKS! (faint) so basically it vacuumed my allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had free cut for pe. but my classmates and i decided to practice. it was good though. i remembered my classmates saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ayan na si sir o! naka-shades!&lt;br /&gt;- oo nga! free cut na yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lost again. stupid ball that went to my shoulder! 2-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spared myself from economics again. for the holy love of god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pol and i went to megamall to watch nacho libre. it was too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i don't believe in god. i believe in science... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack black is the man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally bought a mrs. field's cookie! to satisfy my cookie desires!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to robinson's to eat in piadina. heaven's goodness in a plate. pesto penne and mushroom piadina and fried mozzarella was digested by my stomach acids. burp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew pol would love it there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally went to toys r us again. oh dear. we wanna live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pol and i desperately needs tamagochi version 3. one each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if anyone can donate 2000 bucks to us... please do so... you can post your intent in the tag board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valle? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115469578595940695?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115469578595940695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115469578595940695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115469578595940695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115469578595940695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/tamagochi-ver-3.html' title='tamagochi ver. 3'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115452665897390978</id><published>2006-08-02T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:50:58.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late grades</title><content type='html'>sir lozada is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perform your civic duty BEFORE YOU SPILL YOUR COMPLAINTS YOU BASTARDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. i feeling so mucho perezoso hoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong grammer to the nth level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got stuck in the jeep on my way home. i mean for an hour we were stuck in the same position. oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also experienced being a politician awhile ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just so utterly scared by religious nonsensical apparitions. dont ask me why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking for more events today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intact was as usual a time to be a living accessory. how sad. i got a really big blooper. their intact class was supposed to be a free cut because dr, sio was in bohol for a seminar/talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo siento mi xx2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115452665897390978?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115452665897390978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115452665897390978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115452665897390978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115452665897390978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/late-grades.html' title='late grades'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115444111666941778</id><published>2006-08-01T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T03:28:33.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rnig also</title><content type='html'>oh gawd why do i have to see mr. almighty power again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its such a frustrating spanish day. i REALLY thought we are having our long test today. and I STUDIED (applause). yes i did. but we are gonna have it on thursday. well at least i studied already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE SPARE ME FROM ECONOMICS. I BEG YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no theo today. awww. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes... pe is always fun. especially if its soccer. huwahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate waffles again after a year after that waffle gastrointestinal breakout. sad life. waffles still tatse good though. its just that sweet and hot equals toothache. ouch. ouch. ouch. it was really bad that i have to denounce waffles  + egg + salad + franks forever. it hurts sooo bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer.&lt;br /&gt;TENGO MUCHO FUN! i played all positions for the game. defender, forward and goalie claro =) our team only had 7 players and we had to play every round. waah. but nevertheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won! 2-1 nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break.&lt;br /&gt;its flooding in ateneo. oh gawd. upon reaching the pub room, guidon was watching... (cringes) HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL! very gay. and the gay-est part there, the guys of guidon was watching it. spare me lord. por favor. terrible equation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guidon + high school musical + guy na nakakaasiwa ang fes = ady's nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you only saw the guys on how they watch... oh dear they were like lttle kids who were soo excited to watch tv. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;economics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what eco?&lt;br /&gt;i spared myself from economics. for the love of jesus. &lt;br /&gt;meaning: i cut economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cut class for the VERY FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE HISTORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no theo today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so by 1230 or 1 or so... steph and i went straight to camp crame to purchase me a patch for my goa uniform. but there were a lot of stopovers and misadventures before the patch was purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4049/3433/1600/01-08-06_1257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4049/3433/400/01-08-06_1257.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead cat freezing under the rain... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. stop 1: LRT2 station&lt;br /&gt;- three lady guards were stationed at the inspection section at the time we arrived. they were literally harrassing my bags! i mean if they want to take charge of my possessions, they can ask me nicely for god's loving sake! do i look like a funky fucked-up terrorist?!?! those bitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. stop 2: gateway&lt;br /&gt;- we passed by odyssey to look for a neat headphone because my ipod earphones broke. sobs. there was one phillips uber big headphones which are too cool to be true. the problem: 1,100.00 we also saw a pair of chucks: pink, gliterry, lace (as in yung pangregalo) for shoelace and hi-cut. what more can i ask for!!! another problem: 2,950.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. stop 3: farmer's plaza&lt;br /&gt;- we just passed by literally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. stop 4: camp crame - soldier's mall&lt;br /&gt;- it was literally before the flyover, so it helped us. we looked for a shop that sells and makes patches. so we saw one. and bought one. and the patch was made before our very eyes. oh dears. it looked lIke the guy was sewing patches for centuries already. he finished patch in 2 minutes or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. stop 5: robinson's galeria&lt;br /&gt;- steph had lunch first at kfc and i had my dose of sago gulaman. heaven! we planned to watch just my luck but the time did not permit it. so we went to toys r us instead. and upon reacHing it... we felt like seven year old kids again!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOYS R US IS HEAVEN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4049/3433/1600/01-08-06_1508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4049/3433/400/01-08-06_1508.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph and i are fencing with foam swords... saber division. wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gawd... lots of toyssss.... plus an animaland... oh puhleeze santa please give me toys r us for my birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barbie + vtech + tamagotchi + pokemon + bratz + stuffed animals! + gameboys + ipod + foam swords + cars + barney + care bears + squeeze balls + watches + kiddie gadgets... I WANT THEM ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4049/3433/1600/01-08-06_1520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4049/3433/400/01-08-06_1520.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in an attempt to catch one of the patricks in the crane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear... we went to find a mrs. fields kiosk in galeria but steph said its in megamall only. hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that my right foot and my right hand hurts soo bad now because of the soccer game awhile ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait til thursday. there are a lot of things i want to do with my pol =) i am sooo sure he will love galeria with me =)&lt;br /&gt;i love you baby =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleepy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115444111666941778?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115444111666941778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115444111666941778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115444111666941778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115444111666941778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/rnig-also.html' title='rnig also'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115439489500888088</id><published>2006-08-01T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T06:07:51.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spare me</title><content type='html'>oh gawd why do i have to see mr. almighty power again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its such a frustrating spanish day. i REALLY thought we are having our long test today. and I STUDIED (applause). yes i did. but we are gonna have it on thursday. well at least i studied already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE SPARE ME FROM ECONOMICS. I BEG YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115439489500888088?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115439489500888088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115439489500888088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115439489500888088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115439489500888088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/08/spare-me.html' title='spare me'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115435147305674138</id><published>2006-07-31T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:45:15.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i constantly thank god for esteban</title><content type='html'>how sweet. a tribute to my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no classes today. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DCE8FF" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Spanish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupass8thgradespanishquiz/passed.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you got 6/8 correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupass8thgradespanishquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Spanish?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slumberfest again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pol visited me at the house. had a wonderful time with him again. i love you baby... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;america's next top model cycle 4 is on again on channel v again! more catfights. more bitches. more backbiting. more photos. gran britania! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/paris.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why people are caring TOO TOO TOO TOO much about our country. yes, you can deduce from that, that im 100% pure apathetic. juice ko... matanglawin pa man din ako. wala lang... sometimes it irks me big time. make that always. it just makes me sick and tired of this country even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a brand new spanking rock band: panic! at the disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Alice, tell me something that's true.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Lying's the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off - but it's better if you do.&lt;br /&gt;- closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, is it still me that makes you sweat?&lt;br /&gt;Am I who you think about in bed?&lt;br /&gt;When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?&lt;br /&gt;Well, then think of what you did&lt;br /&gt;And how I hope to God he was worth it&lt;br /&gt;When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got more wit&lt;br /&gt;A better kiss&lt;br /&gt;A hotter touch&lt;br /&gt;A better fuck&lt;br /&gt;Than any boy you'll ever meet&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie you had me&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I was it, look past the sweat&lt;br /&gt;A better love deserving of&lt;br /&gt;Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, you know it will always just be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get these teen hearts beating&lt;br /&gt;Faster, faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So testosterone boys and harlequin girls&lt;br /&gt;Will you dance to this beat&lt;br /&gt;And hold a lover close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we're back to us&lt;br /&gt;Oh, cameraman, swing the focus&lt;br /&gt;In case I lost my train of thought&lt;br /&gt;Where was it that we last left off?&lt;br /&gt;(Let's pick up, pick up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now I do recall&lt;br /&gt;We just were getting to the part&lt;br /&gt;Where the shock sets in&lt;br /&gt;And the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope you didn't expect to get all of the attention&lt;br /&gt;Let's not get selfish&lt;br /&gt;Did you really think I'd let you kill this chorus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJm_77U9g2s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJm_77U9g2s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. nice video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really got nothing to write today. my mind's battery power is about 6% or so. oh please god spare me from economics. please please. i would rather be 'okray-ed' by sir jesus for 6 straight hours than listen to sir pasimio from 1.5 hours. sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is the concrete example of a PASISTA IN ACTION. you are very much cordially welcome to visit my house and witness a pasista in action. thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You May Be a Bit Borderline...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpersonalitydisorderareyouquiz/courtney-love.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mood swings make a roller coaster look tame!&lt;br /&gt;When you're up, you're a little bit crazy...&lt;br /&gt;And when you're down, your whole world is crashing&lt;br /&gt;Scary thing is, these moods can change by the minute!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpersonalitydisorderareyouquiz/"&gt;What Personality Disorder Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dears... i may be not have borderline personality disorder because I HAVE borderline personality disorder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115435147305674138?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115435147305674138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115435147305674138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115435147305674138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115435147305674138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-constantly-thank-god-for-esteban.html' title='i constantly thank god for esteban'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115435023672211906</id><published>2006-07-31T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:50:36.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lo siento</title><content type='html'>this post is late. meaning i was absent from thw world wide web last sunday. whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we went to laguna. laguna = boring. there was a world meeting of hairballs there. eww. i slept there. i was supposed to finish paperworks but i slept. how productive. when i woke up, my left eye's eyeball was swollen. and i mean SWOLLEN. joane said my immune system was at work. i say that it hinders my vision. my sister (that fat bastard) laughs at my misfortune. that bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went home. watched the buzz. snooky serna is one crazy bitch. make that psycho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta luego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115435023672211906?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115435023672211906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115435023672211906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otra vez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cannot ever believe that we are still on our FIFTH! training day... about 10 more to go. and that is not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are having field stripping today. again my friends, that is not ever funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the record: i do not even have a clear idea on what field stripping is. yes my dears, i know what is on your mind but it is not what you are thinking. and what the hell you are thinking is not socially acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to redeem my points in neopets so i played before i ate lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wifi in adast. loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many people are telling me that i can withdraw my rotc if i am ever suffering already. but honestly, i would rather suffer than be plastic in nstp. those brats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 1300 came. flag ceremony, attendance, inspection, yada yada yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my corps commander made me fall out the flight to fix the audio visuals in ctc and as well as fix the chairs with ma'am de mesa. easy? yes. i was able to relax though but i missed the quiz. omg. but i can take it next week. oh noo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIELD STRIPPING 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Definition of terms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liberatorcrew.com/15_Gunnery/Training/03_ANM2Blindfolded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.liberatorcrew.com/15_Gunnery/Training/03_ANM2Blindfolded.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lufet (picture above)&lt;br /&gt;1. Field Stripping&lt;br /&gt;- Denotes a stage in disassembling a weapon which permits normal maintenance and cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/0f/M16-Rifle-Magazine-LineDraw.png/250px-M16-Rifle-Magazine-LineDraw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/0f/M16-Rifle-Magazine-LineDraw.png/250px-M16-Rifle-Magazine-LineDraw.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Magazine&lt;br /&gt;- The operating assembly holding a number of cartridges to facilitate loading for successive discharges. In a rifle the magazine may be an intrigal part of the weapon or a separate device attached to the weapons action. On most selfloading handguns the magazine is removable, a metal box with a spring operated feeding device. The cylinder of a revolver is a magazine, though the term is never applied. There are many different types of magazine including drum, rotary-box, tubular and box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.au.af.mil/au/awc/systems/dvic534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.au.af.mil/au/awc/systems/dvic534.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. M 16 rifle&lt;br /&gt;- a lightweight, 5.56 mm caliber, air-cooled, gas-operated, magazine-fed rifle, with a rotating bolt, actuated by direct impingement gas operation. It is constructed of steel, aluminum and composite plastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://world.guns.ru/assault/t37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://world.guns.ru/assault/t37.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. M 14 rifle&lt;br /&gt;- is an American selective fire battle rifle firing 7.62 × 51 mm NATO ammunition. Although largely superseded in military use by the M16 rifle, it remains in limited front line service with the United States Army, Marine Corps, and Navy. The M14 also provides the basis for the M21 and XM25 sniper rifles (not to be confused with the XM25 grenade launcher).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.impactguns.com/store/media/spr_m1_side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.impactguns.com/store/media/spr_m1_side.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. M1 garand&lt;br /&gt;- was the first semi-automatic rifle in the world to be generally issued to infantry. It officially replaced the Springfield M1903 rifle as the standard service rifle of the United States military in 1936, and was in turn replaced by the M14 (which was derived from the M1) in 1957.&lt;br /&gt;The M1 was used heavily in World War II, the Korean War, and, to a limited extent, in the Vietnam War. The majority of M1 rifles were issued to American troops, though many were loaned to other nations. It is still used by various drill teams and is a popular civilian firearm. The word "Garand" is pronounced variably as [gûr-ǎnd'] and [gâr'-ənd], although descendants (and close friend Julian Hatcher) of the rifle's designer, John Garand, generally agree it should be the latter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sightm1911.com/lib/history/M1911_450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.sightm1911.com/lib/history/M1911_450.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. .45 Caliber&lt;br /&gt;- The .45 ACP (Automatic Colt Pistol) pistol cartridge was designed by firearms designer John Browning. The .45 ACP was developed in 1905 for a prototype Colt pistol, which evolved into the M1911 pistol adopted by the US Army in 1911. The round would become one of the most successful cartridges of all time, among both military and civilian users. It has been used in innumerable handguns and submachine guns since its introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the boring part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ady loves the m16 gun in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had field stripping. we basically were able to assemble and disassemble the m14 rifle and the m16 rifle. i can say that the m14 rifle was pretty easy to assemble and disassemble but it requires much MUCH MUCH MUSCLE POWER which ironically i do not have. the m16 was a dream come true. AND I WANNA HAVE ONE!! i love to assemble and disassemble the m16. in fact it only took me a minute to assemble and disassemble the m16. BEAT THAT?!! not bad for a first timer though. but still that would not make me join field artillery or other deceptive special flight. anyway. it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish can assemble and disassemble m16 rifles for the rest of my life. it is the most wonderful job at the moment. oh yeah, that guy from air force told us that after our rotc graduation, we can have licenses for our guns. yes we can own guns already, wink wink. hahaha. i know you know what i am thinking. but i wanna get my digital camera first before the m16 rifle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.army.mil/cmh/books/Vietnam/tactical/images/f11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.army.mil/cmh/books/Vietnam/tactical/images/f11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is unfair. i want to have my own m16 rifle too! so i can shoot down my enemies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to my dearest enemies... beware when you see me holding my pretty pretty m16 rifle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there... nothing really special happened after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pol told me about their worker who died today because of swelling of the heart with water inside. okay i do not know how to word that. anyway. its shocking. minus one life in this planet earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to smile and point that m16 to my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i am a masochist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am troubled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115417210623707741?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115417210623707741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115417210623707741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115417210623707741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115417210623707741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/07/field-stripping.html' title='field stripping'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115409554316265078</id><published>2006-07-28T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T06:05:05.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tarantado (used to be: you hit me. we hit you)</title><content type='html'>just love nikki's avatar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYOKO NA MAGTYPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was literally FRY-day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYOKO NA MAGTYPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the sun is scorching hot.&lt;br /&gt;2. my brain cells were fried by my polsci long test&lt;br /&gt;3. we ate ultra-hot fries from nyfd &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP TALKING TO ME JOANE!!! if you do not want me to eat you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYOKO NA MAGTYPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no powerpoint again. but thank god i was not able to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sir dave: oh no you got the cable pa telle...&lt;br /&gt;telle: ok lang sir&lt;br /&gt;sir dave: if i say sir dave is a complete idiot, would that make you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;(laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate and slept. passed by my polsci notes before the killing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;polsci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got totally burned and toasted (my brain that is...) big time. oh dear. it really pays to read, study and understand your lessons. serves as a kick in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what sa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph and i went to iso area so we can check out the venue for the super bongga tbs. it was fine. we set it on september 8-9. great. now i have to crunch myself for the super arte 28 day project proposal for osa. those bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went back to the civilization for me to dispense some moolah. and then i got an aegis application form. pol warned me not to get one and apply for that because i am part of the ed board of matanglawin and aegis is another 'publication.' but it is not like im joining heights (weee!) or guidon (HEAVEN FORBID!) anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYOKO NA MAGTYPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went straight to gateway after that. it was steph's first time to ride the lrt2 train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clap clap clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we approached gateway, we went first to watson's for me to purchase a black nail polish. after that, we went to that appliance showroom beside taco bell. those digital cameras were horribly pretty and expensive. what a combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity those people who have fucked up delicious digital cameras (especially the dslr variety) but lacked talent big time. they better be image models of their gadgets anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4049/3433/1600/28-07-06_1515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4049/3433/400/28-07-06_1515.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our dose of dairy queen and nyfd. moolatte is totally addicting, steph attests to it! we went straight to body shop because steph has to buy a gift for her blockmate who is having her debut tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am terribly bored. oh no... not again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. there will be no excuse my spanish portion today because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYOKO NA MAGTYPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horribly ugly day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rotc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urbandub is starting to annoy me, and so is reggae. joane thinks they are cool. i think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept on listening to like a star by corrine bailey rae (about seven times already). i cannot help it. the song is too pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KDJ2M3WljyM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KDJ2M3WljyM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to understand the way it is &lt;br /&gt;Its not a secret anymore &lt;br /&gt;Cos we've been through that before &lt;br /&gt;From tonight I know that you're the only one &lt;br /&gt;I've been confused and in the dark &lt;br /&gt;Now I understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do it all the time &lt;br /&gt;Blowing out my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- like a star&lt;br /&gt;   corrine bailey rae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i gotta sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115409554316265078?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115409554316265078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115409554316265078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115409554316265078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115409554316265078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/07/tarantado-used-to-be-you-hit-me-we-hit.html' title='tarantado (used to be: you hit me. we hit you)'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115408863989331478</id><published>2006-07-28T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:10:39.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bomba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/refer.phtml?username=adygiggles"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.neopets.com/creatives/faerie_magic_468x60.gif" width=468 height=60 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outfit&lt;br /&gt;1. pink bolero&lt;br /&gt;2. black boho shirt&lt;br /&gt;3. blue raggy sleeveless&lt;br /&gt;4. red havaianas&lt;br /&gt;5. beadssss&lt;br /&gt;6. banglessss&lt;br /&gt;7. beret&lt;br /&gt;8. beady necklace&lt;br /&gt;9. blue headband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang... funky eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in theo class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sir jesus: o! ady what costume is that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;ady: sir i love costumes eh!&lt;br /&gt;sir jesus: o... ady loves costumes pala... =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;economics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;economics long test is very depressing. yes i studied (yes, she studied) but sir pasimio's wordings were soooo confusing. as christa said, the answer was on your head, but as soon as you were bombarded with those highly academic words, you forget all that you have studied. what a bummer. multiple choice pa naman yung exam. and there was one item for the graphing part (which i really duped on big time!) there was an unusually large harvest of bananas which offered stiff competition to bananas. WHAT?!?!?! i do not get it. duh... obviously. that was really moronic. thank goodness he change the last banana word to mangoes. sanity restored at the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pe. errfggffghf. i wanted so bad to play futsal. but then stupid mass at the gesu. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spanish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spanish is always fun. and since we are on the spanish part.... itsss EXCUSE MY SPANISH! time! --&gt; perdon mi espanol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy es hueves. es el veintesiete de julio dos mil seis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pol and i went to gateway to satisfy my dairy queen craving. he bought me chocolate chip 12 oz blizzard. yummmmmmy!  and i bought him large nyfd fries because he cannot eat ice cream. awww. poor baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that, as pol and i were riding the lrt2, i ran so fast that i left pol. when i was inside the train, i pushed the two sliding doors to pull pol in. how stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guard: nabuksan mo yun?&lt;br /&gt;ady: oo. ang gaan ng pinto e&lt;br /&gt;guard: anim na taon na ako dito, di ko pa nagagawa yun e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gawd. let me vanish that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 7 pm, we watched (pol and i) the tanghalang ateneo's play 'ang aksidenteng pagkamatay ng isang anarkista' we had reserved seats, so what a nice life then. haha. the play is excellent. there was a live jazz band. most of the actors were my teachers (sir tenorio and ms. maramara). my abdomen is totally hurting from laughing too hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some strange thing happened. all the things i typed were gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... the play was homosexual. yes, if you know what i mean. and what the heck, ms maramara DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE DID PUSH UPS ON HEELS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS A BIG LIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but more or less she gave me a motherfuckerly wonderful idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wear stilletos on rotc training days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired. and this post is super delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115408863989331478?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115408863989331478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115408863989331478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115408863989331478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115408863989331478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/07/bomba.html' title='bomba'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115391957992151888</id><published>2006-07-26T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T03:26:56.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wicked...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4049/3433/1600/26-07-06_1005.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4049/3433/400/26-07-06_1005.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dysmenorrhea |ˌdismenəˈrēə| ( Brit. dysmenorrhoea) noun Medicine painful menstruation, typically involving abdominal cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch. i had menstrual cramps since last saturday. yes, during my rotc training. i fainted last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my menstrual cramps was so bad. curling up and lying down in a couch was not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what did i do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;2. ate caramello con pastillas ice cream&lt;br /&gt;3. played ice cream machine&lt;br /&gt;4. arboring the couch outside the matanglawin cubicle to lie down in&lt;br /&gt;5. ate chunky mint and chips better than ice cream&lt;br /&gt;6. drank large kiwi strawberry from country style (i love!)&lt;br /&gt;7. write in a blog&lt;br /&gt;8. ate pecan cluster ice cream blizzard from dairy queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... you can deduce from that that i craved, needed, craved, needed, craved and craved for ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately i was not able to go to gateway because of sudden rainshower. unlucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iceeeee creaaaammmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still a living accessory. i wonder when will i ever be alive here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wicked... swords! fencing! european martial arts in the flesh. it seemed like a wake up call for me that i should get up and buy a sword. as soon as now. i just love swordsmanship. too bad its just too manly that's why its getting toooo boring. it just gets exciting when the female species get into the scene already. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;political science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulations adeline claire! i was not able to sleep in my polsci 100 class today. good job for me. i better be because i am having my first long exam on friday. oh gawd. i wonder what the heck i would write in my beloved bluebook on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my intact class, the guidance lady asked who is responsible for the increase of the oil prices. and then my student said 'papa lord.' oh dear god. please please lower down the prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, while my mom, my ninang and i were eating breakfast, my mom just blurted out that i will start to have my driving lessons on semestral break. yay! and after my eighteenth birthday, i will drive my way to school already. yay! i mean duh... we will be moving to taguig/makati next year and i am studying in quezon city. for crying out loud. i better be driving myself already. and besides, i am getting older. too bad for my sister, she is such a scaredy cat; she does not want to drive alone. and the clincher: SHE IS ALREADY 22 YEARS OLD. poor creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what is important... i will have my wheels na. =)) lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could not connect to Blogger.com. Saving and publishing may fail. Test connection now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i want to end this entry now, obviously... there is no internet connection at bellarmine. bellarmine is like the province of ateneo. far far away from the civilization. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will i still do... (by the way it is 303 pm at the time i am writing or rather typing this)&lt;br /&gt;1. pandayan meeting&lt;br /&gt;2. withdraw moolah&lt;br /&gt;3. buy prepaid cards&lt;br /&gt;4. study for (heaven forbid) economics&lt;br /&gt;5. get tickets for tomorrow's play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EXCUSE MY SPANISH!* --&gt; perdon mi espanol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy es miercules. veinteseis de julio. hace nublado. estoy en bellarmine hoy para la clase intact. tengo menstrual cramps hoy. mis estudiantes son muy divertido. tengo un mitin para matanglawin. tengo ganas de comer helado de dairy queen. hahaha! tengo que comer mucho helado hoy! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after intact, i had my first meeting with my pandayan friends namely steph, krista, danna and lilac. oh yeah... lilac was absent. i was making a complete fool of myself. imagine me laughing while speaking; unable to finish my statements. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after meeting, i dropped baby giggles to the dry cleaners to have her washed after 6 months. oh dear i am going to miss her so much! i am going to get her by august one pa. sobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buena suerte para economicas! woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115391957992151888?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115391957992151888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115391957992151888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115391957992151888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115391957992151888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/07/wicked.html' title='wicked...'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31614470.post-115381118617907332</id><published>2006-07-25T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T17:10:48.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry sa may-ari...</title><content type='html'>2:45 pm tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach complained and i rushed downstairs to get a munch. &lt;br /&gt;what did i find in the pantry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cornicks&lt;br /&gt;2. stuffins chocolate - mocha&lt;br /&gt;3. sumo cotton candy flavor &lt;br /&gt;4. garlic bread&lt;br /&gt;5. chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;6. tomato sauce&lt;br /&gt;7. toasted bread&lt;br /&gt;8. tobi honey roated peanuts (with free tobi sweet and creamy peanut butter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i chose number 8. it has been 3 months since i first saw that item on the pantry. and i am dying to open it. oh well, i did. i don't even know who owns it. oh well... sorry na lang. gutom ako eh. if he/she wants a replacement for the nuts, i will gladly do so. its only 25.25 bucks. wala nga lang free tobi sweet and creamy peanut butter. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we did not have class. hooraay!&lt;br /&gt;today, is yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooraay for economics! no long test today! suppose we had the long test today, i would not even get 3/4 of the exam. sad life... mr. pasimio is &lt;heaven forbid&gt; boring to death. but kuya mike said that he is an easy-a professor. &lt;huwatda?!&gt; anyway... every economics time is sleeping time. ZZzZzzzzzzZzzz &lt;and knowing ady... *wink wink*&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another blog... blah blah. frankly, i lost interest in writing ever since college due to college. whatever. i did not get that either. base from that statement, i have completely lost my reason and intellect. internet can really fry your brain cells. huwahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. have to charge my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. i also have to charge my laptop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is my &lt;counts...&gt; fourth blog. great. so in this *new and improved* blog. or i would rather call it online intellect garbage can. i swear not to type the following words in my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. damn/demn&lt;br /&gt;2. fuck&lt;br /&gt;3. fucked up&lt;br /&gt;4. oh shit&lt;br /&gt;5. stuff&lt;br /&gt;6. thingy&lt;br /&gt;7. damn &lt;again for emphasis&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. chorva &lt;this is hard to do!!!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. avoid the usage of multiple exclamation points&lt;br /&gt;10. huhuhu &lt;it is very lame&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. i remember my bull sessions in my high school debate club. &lt;forensics - speech and debate&gt; we we're given a list of topics to talk about. a list of words not to be uttered during the speech. and we we're given 3 minutes or so to complete the task. knowing me, i had a difficulty completing it. i do not remember making any sense during any of the speeches i made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes, i really do not prohibit myself to curse. it is just there are other pleasant-sounding curses in the english &lt;or even spanish&gt; language. and more un-mainstream too. and i have decided to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's already 437 in my watch. i am nearly finishing the honey roated peanuts. and as we all know, the effect of peanuts in our digestive system is horrible. and it's happening now. sick and sad. i am now emitting strange smells in our room. shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not even plan to watch superman and pirates of the carribean. ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you Shiver? Shiver, Shiver&lt;br /&gt;- Shiver&lt;br /&gt;   Colplay&lt;br /&gt;   Parachutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for the new addition to ady's blog... *EXCUSE MY SPANISH!* --&gt;perdon mi espanol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy es martes. son la cinco menos diez de la tarde. hace mucho frio y lluve. tengo mucho frio hoy. tengo que repasar para el examen en Economicas y escribir en mi blog. tengo que lavar el coche y ropas pero llueve! tengo que ayudar mi hermano menor hace sus tareas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! a paragraph is spanish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw hamtaro is qtv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg... raymond gutierrez is super gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta luego =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31614470-115381118617907332?l=misadventuresofady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/feeds/115381118617907332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31614470&amp;postID=115381118617907332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115381118617907332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31614470/posts/default/115381118617907332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misadventuresofady.blogspot.com/2006/07/sorry-sa-may-ari.html' title='sorry sa may-ari...'/><author><name>adykins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00911519822242027306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/11/96/2366911/150923879m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
