<?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-11682022</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:39:21.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walang maisip na title ng blog</title><subtitle type='html'>care to read the thoughts of a precocious literary genius? read jessica zafra. but if you insist, read my blog entries. haha, i don't know about the "precocious literary genius" part. How I wish!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111436429837078378</id><published>2005-04-24T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T10:38:18.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO. 18: A DISSERTATION ON WHY AIKIDO SHOULD NOT BE LIKENED TO DANCING...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Warning: This is an extremely long post but bear with me. If you’re not the least bit interested in Aikido, skip this part.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, a pleasant day to all. It is an honor for me to present a stand that deviates from what Sensei told Aikido beginners last April 7. I am here to disprove the claim that Aikido is similar to dancing, particularly ballet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me state first a few necessary facts that will attest to my credibility as the author of this exposition. (Mind you, this is just a briefing and not mere boasts) My first exposure to dancing was at the age 3 ½ when I performed an impromptu number onstage at Nayong Filipino. (Imagine a toddler suddenly grooving to music before a huge crowd!) At the age 4, I started formal ballet lessons under a former CCP ballet teacher. By the time I reached kindergarten, I continued my lessons at CCP until I reached CB I (Children’s Ballet I, sort of Grade IV in school---an intermediate class prerequisite to advanced classes). At the age 9, I was attending TThF classes that started at 5:30 pm and ended at 7:00 pm apart from the required Saturday morning class from 7:00 until 8:30 am.  I even became a half scholar at the age of 10 but I had to stop to concentrate on my studies. (Being a half scholar at age 9 or 10 is an achievement. Half scholars back then were usually 12 or 13.) And contrary to popular belief, I did not, I repeat, I DID NOT “study” gymnastics. I gained flexibility entirely through 6 years of ballet. On the other hand, I had only survived 7 Aikido sessions but it is sufficient for me to surmise where the resemblance of the two lies and ends. It appears to me that I have some sort of authority to shed light on this issue.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let us start with the origin of the matter brought upon us. It is difficult to define where and when dancing exactly began. However, ballet is a good benchmark for formal dancing, being one of the oldest and most exacting of arts. Ballet cannot be farther from Aikido in terms of its history since the former rooted in Italy but matured in France in the 17th century while the latter first flourished in the Land of the Rising Sun. Ballet was popularized by King Louis XIV (if I’m not mistaken), patterned after the royal court dances performed by noblemen. In this light, we see that ballet uses French terms while Aikido utilizes Japanese terminology. Again, this is the classic case of East and West incongruity, ladies and gentlemen.        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let us probe further the primary functions of both. Dancing may mean a lot of things to a number of people---to some, it may mean only an effective form of exercise or maybe a vehicle to meet new people. Others take it to a higher level by viewing it as a prospective career. Sometimes, it is a part of ancient rituals or a sacrifice to the Supreme Being. A few, though, consider dancing as a sublime expression of the human soul’s current state, transcending race, religion and color in order to become one with the music and rhythm that pulsates to life with every step and gyration. (Shucks, am I waxing poetic about dancing too much? The phrase “becoming one with the music and rhythm” sounds lifted from “Sophie’s World”.) To put it bluntly, Aikido is mainly for self-defense, unless you harbor illusions of winning a medal in the Olympics someday. But then again, I think it’s really a non-competitive sport so you’ll have to gratify yourself with visions of black skirts in the future. Ladies and gentlemen, doesn’t that clearly illustrate a major discrepancy?    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How can we forget the differences in “costumes” or proper attire? Dancers generally use costumes that will display their curves and muscles to great advantage and it varies depending on the type of dance. Needless to say, my fellow Aikidokas, including yours truly, look like chef/doctor/medical attendant wannabes when we don those starched-stiff, cardboard-like uniforms.        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In dancing, it is imperative to set the steps to music (although you may do without). You may shake your booty wherever and whenever you want, either solo, with a partner or a group, regardless of the presence of mats. On the other hand, Aikido must be practiced in silence within the perimeter of the dojo or “Place of Enlightenment”. Furthermore, dancing does not really require you to bow before someone superior---rather, you bow to your partner as a sign of acknowledgement perhaps.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dances and ballets usually weave a beautiful story or that requires some mime acting occasionally. Aikido tells you a realistic yarn of someone trying to grab your wrist or stab you at the side. So much for a happy ending. (Right, Punk Poser Avril?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I heard Sensei rattling off words such as concentric circle, square and stuff, I knew it was so different from ballet training. Yeah, my ballet teacher always reminded us to have round arms and square shoulders but the geometry class ends there, unlike in Aikido.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has also been emphasized to us newbies that the center of the body is located two inches below the navel and two inches deep down because it is where life begins and thrives first. In contrast, ballet dictates that the abdominal area is the center of equilibrium because it is where a person is most stable (the counterpart of this in Aikido is the head).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As a beginner in the world of Aikido, you will be taught one basic comfortable stance---in ballet, you get five basic feet positions and varying hand positions, depending on the syllabus (I’m familiar only with Vaganova). You will notice that ballet dancers turn out their feet (which may look odd and funny for an outsider) for greater extension and a longer leg line. The last time I checked, Aikido is concerned with the natural way of things so I don’t suppose we’ll be turning out like penguins any time soon.           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, Aikido and dancing may possess similarities in the sense that both are grounded on fluidity, geometric principles and invaluable virtues (patience and discipline among others) but ultimately, the two arts are poles apart. Moreover, to ever think of them in the same vein is a total desecration to both arts. It is a thought uttered in gross disrespect, especially to a once avid dancer like me. Shame, shame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bottomline is, the two are distinct entities; otherwise, Aikido and dancing would be spelled and called the same way. (Right, Katherine Pasigan?)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And with that, I rest my case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. Cosio, there’s no need to fret about your non-existent dancing skills. I just debunked the concept that’s bothering you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Wanna say “Hear hear!” to this account? Feel free to post a comment.Ü I hope you appreciate this because I spent like more than an hour formulating my arguments and constructing paragraphs. And a clarification to the nonbelievers: Being able to write an article under 30 minutes is not the SOLE basis of a writer’s magnanimity for me. Your ability to infuse high-falutin words (I hope my spelling is correct) pulled out from thesauruses into your work to fake a scholarly style is also not a mark of a great writer. For what good are mind-boggling sentences if there is no verifiable substance? GOOD writers are humble enough to NOT assume that their first draft is perfect. Any journalist, professional writer or lecturer will tell you before a writing contest that it’s advisable to rewrite and revise before handing in your composition. Apparently, you should spend some time to check your grammar, spelling, tenses, facts, etc after you have done your essay. I’m not implying that I’m a good writer (I want my work to speak for me) but I just want to dispel shallow notions.           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111436429837078378?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111436429837078378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111436429837078378' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111436429837078378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111436429837078378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-18-dissertation-on-why-aikido.html' title='NO. 18: A DISSERTATION ON WHY AIKIDO SHOULD NOT BE LIKENED TO DANCING...'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111436381514627400</id><published>2005-04-24T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T10:30:15.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO. 17: SECTION DESCRIPTIONS FOR THE YEARBOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;These game sa lahat cowgirls sure do know how to groove all night! Their inquisitive sides might question authority; however, they usually welcome commands from anybody with open minds and humble hearts. It’s not hard to see why they easily endear themselves to the rest of the batch.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Helena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What section can be described with the adjectives well-mannered, jovial and intact? What section strictly abides by deadlines? What section held the “Cleanest Classroom” banner for the longest time under the tutelage of a neatfreak adviser? The answer to all the above-mentioned queries is St. Helena. And yes, their motherly mentor, whom they fondly call “Chocolate Chip”, is the wind beneath their wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Hedwig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Otherwise known as the “Higads”, this class may be described in five words: pasaway, makulit, intelligent, crazy and united. Everybody perceives them to be the cream of the crop but they do pull off zany pranks occasionally, which prove that they are über-cool geeks behind virtuous fronts. Together with their darling adviser-slash-second Mama (pronounced as /muh-ma/), they conquered the arduous task of putting up a delightful Hand Mime presentation for the Gratitude Night with a lot of TLC, hugs, kisses and concern in between.            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;An everyday setting at St. Jane seems to be a small-scale version of typical scenarios at UP Diliman---the elements of noise, music, gaiety, deadlines, and stark statements are all present in their little nook at St. Paul Parañaque. Infamous for those petty clashes, they work on class problems by being very vocal and cognizant of their flaws.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Monica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As St. Hedwig’s beloved twin section, it is no doubt that these two pull-out classes share the same spirit of determination when it comes to studies and extra-curricular activities. However, members of St. Hedwig are the silent accomplishers while Monicans go about in a more flamboyant and independent fashion. Their cozy classroom at the far end of the corridor is forever filled with laughter as provided by the resident jesters after an exhausting day of school.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Rita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If there is one class who spawned the most number of dancers, this section would be it. Although they party hard, they do know how to balance time for leisure and academics, being the most diligent among the regular sections. Their class is a riotous mix of class clowns, all-around performers, posers, smart-alecks, the popular girls, Maria Claras, “explorers” and weirdos. The siguristas in them persist¾they analyze, investigate and weigh matters before taking orders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Toto, something tells me we’re not in Kansas anymore and we’re in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Undoubtedly, if we transport to the magical world of Harry Potter, Teresians will share the same characteristics as Hufflepuff House members: loyal, simple, responsible, cheerful and quiet workers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TITLE PAGE FOR HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;United we stand,&lt;br /&gt;Divided we fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;‘Tis the mark of Katotos ‘05&lt;br /&gt;‘Tis what made our batch remarkable among all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111436381514627400?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111436381514627400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111436381514627400' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111436381514627400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111436381514627400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-17-section-descriptions-for.html' title='NO. 17: SECTION DESCRIPTIONS FOR THE YEARBOOK'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111367120858675988</id><published>2005-04-17T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T10:14:45.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO. 16: SARBEY...YOKO I-POST SA PRENSTER E...</title><content type='html'>1. WHAT IS YOUR NICK NAME?&lt;br /&gt;» cima, cima_beibeh, cima_beybs [maraming variations ‘yan! refer to post #6]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT kind of PANTS ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;» Pants? What pants? White shorts gamit ko ngayon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;» silence [Yes, poetic kunwari!;D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT ARE THE LAST 4 DIGITS OF YOUR PHONE ?&lt;br /&gt;» Why the hell are you asking?!?! Can you predict the rest of my cellphone’s # if I gave you the last 4 digits?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;» polvoron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;» Purple, apple green and pink! No, I changed my mind. I’ll be the colors of the rainbow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;» What else? Super init!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;» Cosio [Uyy, nabanggit kita ulit dito!=D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE&lt;br /&gt;SEX?&lt;br /&gt;» Haha, the face. Always the face and height, of course. Everything else just follows.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS?&lt;br /&gt;» I got this from Friendster and I normally accept the invites of the people I’m familiar with so I guess I do like the person who sent me this. [Platonic, of course.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;» Medyo bad trip. Right, Cosio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. FAVORITE DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;» water, sago’t gulaman, Rhumba Frappucino or Zagu’s Creme Brulee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;» I don’t drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. FAVORITE SPORTS?&lt;br /&gt;» Unfortunately, I’m not athletic.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;» black w/ brown hair strands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;» brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;» Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. SIBLINGS AND THEIR AGES?&lt;br /&gt;» 2 older brothers---19 and 24, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. FAVORITE MONTH?&lt;br /&gt;» December and Arpil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;» sweets!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;» Van Helsing? Haha, pathetic movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. FAVORITE DAY Of ANY YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;» my birthday and Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?&lt;br /&gt;» Yeah, like hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. DO YOU LIKE SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING?&lt;br /&gt;» Hmmm..I don’t watch scary movies so I’d go with the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;» spring in LA!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;» a combination of both!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?&lt;br /&gt;» Any of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;» Angels&amp;Demons [Thanks, Angie! What’s your blog URL?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT'S ON YOUR WALLPAPER?&lt;br /&gt;baby slyvester [As always. I haven’t changed it for a year, I think.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?&lt;br /&gt;» I’m not into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;» I stayed up until 3:30 am, reading Angels&amp;amp;Demons which explains why I almost came late for Aikido class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;» Haha, can’t think of anything at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;» I check my phone for the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FAVORITE ALBUM TITLE?&lt;br /&gt;» Maroon 5’s Songs About Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. EVER BROKE SOMEONE'S HEART?&lt;br /&gt;» Haha, I don’t think she’d appreciate seeing her name here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. DO YOU SMOKE? IF YES, PLEASE ELABORATE:&lt;br /&gt;» Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY?&lt;br /&gt;» procrastination, low self-esteem, KATAMARAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY?&lt;br /&gt;» Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. HAVE ANY PETS?&lt;br /&gt;» We have a dog named Chubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. ARE YOU HAPPY?&lt;br /&gt;» Yes? No? Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. ALBUM U COULD LISTEN TO FOREVER?&lt;br /&gt;»Silence is better...haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. CELEB CRUSH?&lt;br /&gt;» I don’t harbor illusions of that anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111367120858675988?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111367120858675988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111367120858675988' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111367120858675988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111367120858675988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-16-sarbeyyoko-i-post-sa-prenster-e.html' title='NO. 16: SARBEY...YOKO I-POST SA PRENSTER E...'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111307166287346849</id><published>2005-04-10T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T02:57:39.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO.  15: INTELLECTUAL HUH? TALAGA LANG!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Try niyo siya! The results are pretty accurate and you just need some arithmetic skills. I’m an intellectual daw! You be the judge.=P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My birthday: April 22, 1988&lt;/strong&gt; (Really soon!Ü)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 + 22 +1988 = 2014&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 + 0 + 1+ 4 = 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 = Intellectual &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   Your birth date describes who we are, what we are good at and what our inborn abilities are. It also points to what we have to learn and the challenges we are facing.To figure out your Birth Number, add all the numbers in the birth date together, like in the example, until there is only one digit. A Birth Number does not prevent you from being anything you want to be, it will just color your choice differently and give you a little insight.Example March 20, 19503 + 20 + 1950 = 19731 + 9 + 7 + 3 = 202 + 0 = 22 is the Birth Number to read for the birth date in the example..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 THE ORIGINATOR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 THE PEACEMAKER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 THE LIFE OF THE PARTY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4 THE CONSERVATIVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5 THE NONCONFORMIST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6 THE ROMANTIC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7 THE INTELLECTUAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8 THE BIG SHOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9 THE PERFORMER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 - &lt;strong&gt;THE ORIGINATOR&lt;/strong&gt; 1 's are originals. Coming up with new ideas and executing them is natural. Having things their own way is another trait that gets them as being Stubborn and arrogant. 1's are extremely honest and do well to learn some diplomacy skills. They like to take the initiative and are oftenleaders or bosses, as they like to be the best. Being self-employed is definitely helpful for them.Lesson to learn Others' ideas might be just as good or better and to stay open minded. Famous 1's: Tom Hanks, Robert Redford, Hulk Hogan, Carol Burnett, Wynonna Judd, Nancy Reagan, Raquel Welch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 - &lt;strong&gt;THE PEACEMAKER&lt;/strong&gt; 2's are the born diplomats. They are aware of others' needs and moods and often think of others before themselves. Naturally analytical and very intuitive they don't like to be alone. Friendship and companionship is very important and can lead them to be successful in life, but on the otherhand they'd rather be alone than in an uncomfortable relationship.Being naturally shy they should learn to boost their self-esteem and express themselves freely and seize the moment and not put things off. Famous 2's: Madonna, Whoopee Goldberg, Thomas Edison, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 - &lt;strong&gt;THE LIFE OF THE PARTY&lt;/strong&gt; 3's are idealists. They are very creative, social, charming, romantic, and easygoing. They start many things, but don't always see themthrough. They like others to be happy and go to great lengths to achieve it. They are very popular and idealistic. They should learn to see the world from a more realistic point of view. Famous 3's: Alan Alda, Ann Landers, Bill Cosby, Melanie Griffith, Salvador Dali, Jodi Foster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4 - &lt;strong&gt;THE CONSERVATIVE&lt;/strong&gt; 4's are sensible and traditional. They like order and routine. They only act when they fully understand what they are expected to do. They like getting their hands dirty and working hard. They are attracted to the outdoors and feel an affinity with nature. They are prepared to wait and can be stubborn and persistent. They should learn to be more flexible and to be nice to themselves. Famous 4's: Neil Diamond, Margaret Thatcher, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Tina Turner, Paul Hogan, Oprah Winfrey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5 - &lt;strong&gt;THE NONCONFORMIST&lt;/strong&gt; 5's are the explorers. Their natural curiosity, risk taking, andenthusiasm often land them in hot water. They need diversity, and don'tlike to be stuck in a rut. The whole world is their school and they see a learningpossibility in every situation. The questions never stop. They are welladvised to look before they take action and make sure they have all thefacts before jumping to conclusions. Famous 5's: Abraham Lincoln, Charlotte Bronte,Jessica Walter, Vincent Van Gogh, Bette Midler, Helen Keller and MarkHamil.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6 - &lt;strong&gt;THE ROMANTIC&lt;/strong&gt; 6's are idealistic and need to feel useful to be happy. A strong family connection is important to them. Their actions influence theirdecisions. They have a strong urge to take care of others and to help. They are very loyal And make great teachers. They like art or music. They make loyal friends who Take the friendship seriously. 6's should learn to differentiate between what they can change and what they cannot. Famous 6's: AlbertEinstein, Jane Seymour, John Denver, Meryl Streep, Christopher Columbus, Goldie Hawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7 -&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE INTELLECTUAL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;7's are the searchers. Always probing for hidden information, they find it difficult to accept things at face value. Emotions don't sway their decisions. Questioning everything in life, they don't like to be questioned themselves. They're never off to a fast start, and their motto is slow and steady wins the race. They come across as philosophers and beingvery knowledgeable, and sometimes as loners. They are technically inclined and make great researchers uncovering information. They like secrets. They live in their own world and should learn what is acceptable and what not in the world at large. &lt;/em&gt;Famous 7's: William Shakespeare, Lucille Ball, Michael Jackson, Joan Baez, Princess Diana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8 - &lt;strong&gt;THE BIG SHOT&lt;/strong&gt; 8's are the problem solvers. They are professional, blunt and to thepoint, have good judgment and are decisive. They have grand plans andlike to live the good life. They take charge of people. They viewpeople objectively. They let you know in no uncertain terms that they are the boss. Famous8's:Edgar Cayce, Barbra Streisand, George Harrison, Jane Fonda, PabloPicasso, Aretha Franklin, Nostrodamus .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9 - &lt;strong&gt;THE PERFORMER&lt;/strong&gt; 9's are natural entertainers. They are very caring and generous, givingaway their last dollar to help. With their charm, they have no problemmaking friends and nobody is a stranger to them. They have so manydifferent personalities that people around them have a hard timeunderstanding them.They are like chameleons, ever changing and blending in. They havetremendous luck, But also can suffer from extremes in fortune and mood. To besuccessful, they need to build a loving foundation. Famous 9's: AlbertSchweitzer, Shirley MacLaine, Harrison Ford, Jimmy Carter, Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111307166287346849?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111307166287346849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111307166287346849' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111307166287346849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111307166287346849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-15-intellectual-huh-talaga-lang.html' title='NO.  15: INTELLECTUAL HUH? TALAGA LANG!!!'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111307132391432916</id><published>2005-04-10T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T03:03:04.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO. 14: STARSTRUCK AT A SEARCH FOR A STAR IN A MILLION QUEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Note: I submitted this article to mrs bueno because she asked me to last tuesday and surprisingly, I did it for an hour and a half last wednesday morning. I do hope this gets published in a youth magazine or what. *fingers crossed* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CLICK! (Cue Michael V.’s voice) “J-O-Y down in my heart, deep deep down in my heart...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK! “Lagi na lang ako...ako...ako”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK! (Cue Jolina Magdangal’s voice) Dream. Believe. Survive. Starstruck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK! “And the Star Circle Grand Questor is......Hero Angeles!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Starstruck, Star Circle Quest, Star in a Million, Stardance, Search for a Star---practically every &lt;em&gt;artista search&lt;/em&gt; in all Pinoy channels has the word “star” in the title. Indeed, Juan Dela Cruz revels in the unfolding of yet another American Idol copycat, only in Tagalog. Poor ‘ol RP. They’re buying into the concept that you’ve got to be seen on TV to be loved and followed by adulating fans, young and old alike. The question today’s youth faces is inquired so simply in that annoying, LSS-inducing song that was recorded by Star Circle Quest favorite Sandara Park (Who doesn’t know that &lt;em&gt;pacute&lt;/em&gt; Korean? If you don’t, then you’re probably living under a rock!): Are you IN or OUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, we see magazines, newspapers, TV programs and MTVs proclaiming what’s hot and what’s not. Statements like, “Happy Feet and Havaianas are in, Birks are out!” and “Crochet capelets are the newest cover-ups you should wear in Boracay” often find their way into fashion-forward periodicals. Similarly, we are asked to make that conscious choice whether to go along with the trend or buck the tides of popular demand. Most often than not, teenagers will be pressured by their friends to conform to what they think is cool, hip and popular. Sadly, we crave and salivate for the chance to be on the limelight, failing to see that pursuing fads has its pitfalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the craze may not suit your tried-and-tested personal preferences or it’s not appropriate for our climate. Well, I’ve seen people cursing bangs a few years ago and they’ve been swallowing their words because it’s all the rage in humid Manila. Yeah, what’s with the Che Guevara and Mao Zedong shirts? Did you purchase them as a sign of support for those famous leaders/pioneers or are you merely a clueless acolyte? Do you even know what the roles these guys performed in forming history? And for practicality’s sake, please ditch that mink coat! A coat that reeks of political indecency is only acceptable within a 5-m distance to a country with below zero temperature. Carry the trend with panache if you wish but don’t blame us if you sweat buckets under the heat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, we are moving towards a world that accepts the freaks, geeks, dorks, rebels and outcasts of society. We don’t care as much if we stick out like a sore thumb in a sea of clones because we all have the “eccentric artist” tendencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend asked if I would consider being queer as a sin if I would become God for a day. The answer is a resounding NO. In fact, I admire people, particularly women, who go out of their conventions and prove themselves to the world. Queerness is not a sin. Conforming blindly to what society dictates is a MAJOR sin. So is denying your true nature to please everybody else. I guess, I’m not perfect in any aspect but I appreciate perfectly the imperfect me. I can always upgrade myself to Kristine Version 2.0 but I’ll do the improvement part when I think it’s vital. What appeals to me may not necessarily be copied by the rest of the planet. I’m comfortable being a weirdo, clad in a statement tee, jeans and white sneaks. It’s all about embracing your individuality and respecting our diversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of being a follower, why don’t you start the hype? Be a trendsetter. Be a star and shine in your own way. Wear your defiance well; take pride in the qualities that make you stand out in a crowd. Even the most gorgeous supermodels are flawed beings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Warhol, a fantastic artist, once postulated: “The day will come when we will all have our 15 minutes of fame.” And now, my 15 minutes of fame in this periodical is officially over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CLICK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111307132391432916?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111307132391432916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111307132391432916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111307132391432916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111307132391432916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-14-starstruck-at-search-for-star-in.html' title='NO. 14: STARSTRUCK AT A SEARCH FOR A STAR IN A MILLION QUEST'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111307060011884225</id><published>2005-04-10T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T10:16:26.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO. 13: RANDOM THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Recently, I’ve read a post from another blogger and I pondered on the gravity of her statements that’s why I would like to extend my sincerest apologies to all the people I may have offended with my posts. As a “campus journalist”, I have been trained to follow the 7 Canons of Journalism which are as follows (in no particular order): Truth, Freedom of the Press, Objectivity/Impartiality, Fair Play, Responsibility, Decency and Independence. But this is not journalism---this is blogging so I have the right to reveal my innermost feelings whatsoever. However, I was compelled by my conscience to beg pardon for those who find Post # 7 revolting. (It’s about certain flaws of the top 3 universities in the Philippines.) I’M SORRY I have offended your sensibilities but I will not take it back nor erase it. I have given that entry a great deal of thought and I stand by my opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if you think I need a shot of humility (with good reason, that is), do say so. I’ll submit myself wholeheartedly.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cosio, thanks for the advertisement on your blog. It was really touching.Ü Do give me that html code for marquees, if you please. Give me a call if you need help ha?;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Who else joined the blogging bandwagon from the St. Hedwig and Monica ‘05? I’ll be adding them to my list. So far, I’ve visited the blogs of Cosio, Dastine, Kat Pasigan, Marychelle (pearlychelle!), Ninin, Angeli (Monmon), Neobie, Twila, Lapiz, Tavs, Jenirose, Bing, and Benix. Who else is missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A day will not pass by without me hearing that LSS-inducing cheeseball of a song “Langit ka, lupa ako...” That theme song of GMA 7’s Stairway to Heaven is just so overplayed in radio stations right now so everywhere I go, I’m assured I’ll hear it blaring on the stereo. Apparently, our uncouth neighbors think the ditty is cool too so now they have permanently adjusted the station to Love Radio (which I think plays that number every 10 minutes) in full volume (which I can perfectly hear once I step on my bedroom or terrace). Arrrrrrgggggh!!! Stop the “Langit ka, lupa ako” overkill! Ugh!=S (Haha. Cosio's gonna kill me for saying this!=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I don’t have the luxury of time to write my thoughts daily (especially now since I was able to borrow some books) so I’ll probably be updating once a week. I’m sorry but I assure you that once I post, it’ll be a week’s worth of posts. Like what I’m doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kainis ang Sun Cellular! Lagi na lang nila akong pinapadalhan ng message na nagsasabing hanggang April 14 na lang valid ‘yung load ko. Hello! Alam ko na ‘yon noh! Hindi naman nila kailangan ipagduldulan sa mukha ko na matatapos na maliligayang araw ng unlimited texting ko.=S Tapos minsan ang tagal tagal tagal tagal talagang umabot saken ng mga messages. Alam ko laging kasing puno ‘yung inbox ko pero ang bagal namang dumating ng new messages pag nagbura na ako. Para kayang timang minsan kasi may signal naman pero hindi nagsesend agad ‘yung message. Ano gusto nilang mangyari?! Nabasa ko sa dyaryo nung February (early February nagfile ng complaints ang Globe and Smart against Digitel---the company owning of Sun Cellular) na ang Sun ay may mababang rating na 38% efficiency rate kapag tumatawag ka. Gumawa sila ng experiment at napag-alaman na 38 out of 100 calls lang ‘yung pumasok ‘nung 1st time nilang idial. Dapat kaya 93 or 97% (not sure about the figure) efficiency rate according to normal standards. Oo, dinudugas tayo ng Sun sa kanilang substandard services!=S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111307060011884225?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111307060011884225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111307060011884225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111307060011884225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111307060011884225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-13-random-thoughts.html' title='NO. 13: RANDOM THOUGHTS'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111306865671018429</id><published>2005-04-10T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T10:27:02.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO. 12: SANDALING PAGSESENTI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hayy, bakit kaya ako nagsenti habang naghuhugas ng pinggan nung isang araw? Meron kayang psychological effect ang nasabing gawain na nagiging dahilan upang mapakanta ang tagahugas? (Nagets niyo ba point ko? Tama kaya sentence construction ko?=P) Haha. Napaisip lang ako. Ewan ko ba. Feeling ko kasi balladeer din ako nung Wednesday. Mala-Nina ba or Kyla ba. (Yaak. Tama na ng ilusyon!) Eto hit list ko ‘nun: Cry by Mandy Moore, Hanggang Ngayon by Kyla and Love Moves..by Nina. Kaso tamad na akong hanapin sa internet 'yung lyrics ng Cry at Hanggang Ngayon kaya Love Moves na lang. Nakaka-LSS siya..kinanta lang ni Mico sa newsroom, hanggng pag-uwi yn pa rin kanta sa utak ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legend:&lt;br /&gt;italicized-lines which I can really relate to&lt;br /&gt;bold-lines which have struck me or left me thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE MOVES IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS&lt;br /&gt;-Nina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'd have thought&lt;br /&gt;This is how the pieces fit?&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shouldn't even try making sense of it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How we ever came this far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe we had reasons but I don't know what they are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blame it on my heart, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's always so surprising &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love appears over the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for the rest of my days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But still, it's a mystery &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How you ever came to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which only proves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is just a chance we take&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We make plans &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But then love demands a leap of faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close&lt;br /&gt;And never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause even though we think we know which way the river flows &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's not the way love goes, no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like the ticking of the clock &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two hearts beat as one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'll never understand the ways it's done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111306865671018429?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111306865671018429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111306865671018429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111306865671018429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111306865671018429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-12-sandaling-pagsesenti.html' title='NO. 12: SANDALING PAGSESENTI'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111306382985878670</id><published>2005-04-10T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T10:35:22.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO.11: MGA PANAWAGAN! PLEASE...MAHABAG NA KAYO SAKEN!=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Mga katoto, listen up! Kung sino man sa inyo ang may pictures ng mga activities natin this school year, please please paki donate naman sa staffers ng yearbook ‘05. Kung meron kayong kapitbahay or kaclose sa mga taong ‘to, sa kanila niyo na ibigay ‘yung mga pics: Tricia Elamparo, Kristine Cimafranca, Kristina Cosio, Ninin Sampiano, Mico Fabian, Mina Untalan, Marychelle Mendoza, Karen Zoleta, and Cristina Lapiz. Kung pwede sana, action pictures (meaning hindi na ka posing...parang stolen shot) taken from a regular point-and-shoot camera. Kung digicam naman gamit niyo, paki print naman sa photo paper at idaan niyo sa school or kahit isave na lang sa diskette or CD. Actually, kahit anong klaseng picture, pwede na rin...lahit siguro barkada pic, basta picture! Importante na makakalap kami ng mga pictures by next week para magkaroon ng isa pang photo collage para sa yearbook. Maawa na kayo, mga seniors! Para rin naman ‘to sa ikagaganda ng yearbook natin e. Lalo na sa mga non-pullout dyan, please magbigay na kayo. Wag niyo kaming sisihin kung feeling niyo dinodominate namin ‘yung yearbook. We actually welcome any input from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of yearbook, ipagdasal niyo na matapos namin lahat ng kailangan by April 15 para maipadala lahat sa press. Kung makumpleto namin ‘yun by our target date, baka may proof na by April 30. Pero definitely this year ‘yung yearbook irerelease. Isasama na rin namin kopya niyo ng last issue ng PL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sa mga lower years na nagbabasa ng post na ito, please get your copy of the last issue on your enrollment day. Thank you!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Guys, it’s pathetic but I’m still clueless about this blogging thingy. Ok, Ninin took the time to explain to me how to put links (Thanks, Ghost!) and Cosio promised to give me the html code for marquees (soon, I hope) but I still don’t have a tagboard. Honestly, I downloaded this Hello Picasa program but I don’t understand how to use it for me to upload my pictures. I currently have this totally boring lay-out and blogskin. I’ve been told that there are really good blogskins in blogskin.com but I don’t know how to tinker with html codes!!!=’( If you have excellent computer skills and have nothing to do this summer, please help me out! I’ll gladly give you a kiss and a hug after. Promise. Except if you’re a f*cked-up pervert. I’ll have to kick you in the groins or pin you down using that cool Aikido technique I learned today. Haha.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Who wants to swap books with me? Come on, I’m bored to death and I need some diversion from the usual movie marathons we have at home. It’s a win-win situation because you get to read other books as well for free! I’ve already lent my Twisted 1 to Lapiz, Tuesdays with Morrie to Ninin (in exchange for Bob Ong’s Abnkkbsnplko?), Archie comics to Cosio (in exchange for The Da Vinci Code), and Doomsday Conspiracy by Sidney Sheldon to Angie (in exchange for Angels and Demons). If you wanna join in the fun, lend me a book. If possible, lend me a book from Bob Ong or Jessica Zafra or Jostein Gaardner or Paulo Coelho or Danton Remoto or Nick Joaquin or Roald Dahl or Jose “Butch” Dalisay or any Pinoy prose writer for that matter. I prefer compilations of essays rather than poems with highfaluting words. (I hope my spelling is correct.) Who has Youngblood 2.0? Jolography? Sophie’s World and other books by Jostein Gaardner? By the River Piedra, I sat down and cried by Paulo Coelho? A Walk To Remember, Message in a Bottle and The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks? Joy Luck Club and Hundred Secret Senses by Amy Tan? Princess Diaries series by Meg Cabot? Shopaholic series? Vince’s Life? Almost Married? No Boyfried Since Birth? Picture of Dorian Gray? Well, I don’t have much books to lend but I’m sure we can negotiate. I have Sweet Valley University, Twisted 1-3 and 6, Tom Clancy books (we have them in our mini library), tons of Archie comics, The Testament by John Grisham, Kitchen God’s Wife by Amy Tan, Matilda by Roald Dahl, Charlie and the Glass Elevator by Roald Dahl (sequel to Charlie and Willy Wonka’s Factory), Charlotte’s Web by E.B.White, English version ng Noli Me Tangere, Animal Farm by George Orwell, Shakespearean classics, A Pocketbook of Short Stories, Mythology by Edith Hamilton, Lord of the Rings and Chronicles of Narnia. (Technically, the last five are my brother’s books but I can fix that little detail.) I realized also that I’ve been spending too much time watching DVDs and talking on the phone that I missed out on writing my thoughts (for this blog) and reading pocketbooks. So I encourage you to contact me in whatever way possible if you’re interested. I shall wait for your replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;P.S. Forgive my loooooooooong post. I get pretty excited about swapping books.Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111306382985878670?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111306382985878670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111306382985878670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111306382985878670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111306382985878670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/04/no11-mga-panawagan-pleasemahabag-na.html' title='NO.11: MGA PANAWAGAN! PLEASE...MAHABAG NA KAYO SAKEN!=('/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111255339085868404</id><published>2005-04-04T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T12:08:58.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nakaka-adeeek magbloghopping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huwaw! umulan. matapos kong magpawis ng isang balde papuntang Quezon City, ngayon lang umulan. Huwaw talaga. =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hindi pala ako kumain ng dinner. Isang Pan de Pugon lang na may palaman na cheese ang nakain ko ngayong gabi. Pati pala yung strawberry gelatin na may banana bits. Huwaw! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pupunta ulet akong UPD bukas. Magdedesisyon na ako kung&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;sa&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; talaga ako titira. Sa loob lang siya ng UP e at mura pa ang boarding fee. Five minutes lang na paglalakad sa &lt;em&gt;Cooperative&lt;/em&gt; (really &lt;em&gt;masa &lt;/em&gt;University Mall...well, sort of. Virtually everything you need is there. Lots of point squared restos!Ü) Kaso maraming rules and curfew is 8:30 pm. Ayos lang naman din kasi I'm not a party person. Yun lang, I have to clean a certain part of the house every month. Kasama sa rules nila yun e. Bottomline is, I have to pick up for myself. No more Auntie to clean up the room for me. Excuse me. I have some growing-up to do. =S (Ugh!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111255339085868404?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111255339085868404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111255339085868404' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111255339085868404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111255339085868404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/04/nakaka-adeeek-magbloghopping.html' title='nakaka-adeeek magbloghopping.'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111254187337493886</id><published>2005-04-04T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T10:52:33.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO. 9: YEARBOOK DESCRIPTIONS NG ST. MONICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Note: Forgive me if the other descriptions are brief and uninspired. I personally don't know some of you and I have to resort to cliches just to finish your descriptions. I'm sorry. If your description is grossly inaccurate, send me a message through Friendster so I can edit it.Ü &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abad, Shara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her brief spell as a volleyball player for the Lavender team is a far cry from the “glamour girl” demeanor we’re so used to. For her, a smile is the only solution to any problem. Take this maxim to heart and you’ll see what keeps this text addict forever bubbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andres, Yasmin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, Yam not only has the height, intellect, courteous nature, and pulchritude---she has a remarkable set of vocal chords to match! When she’s not putting those pipes to use, she surfs the information superhighway like an incorruptible Internet hound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel, Kitchie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sporty headturners have a charm of their own and boy, does she have charm in abundance! This BAPPSA Badminton champ can play basketball, volleyball, and softball with equal intensity. Let’s drink to that...cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Añonuevo, Noelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she opens her mouth to talk, prepare to banish all thoughts of “social butterfly” flitting across your mind although she’s a really gregarious creature. In truth, this petite looker has loads to debate upon and many more walls to conquer. Her preppy clothes land her in the sophisticated list as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Araneta, Frances Joyce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast one look at her magnificent drawings, and you’ll agree that this quiet and eccentric girl has overflowing talent. She is famous for her loopy penmanship, singing savvy, British accent, huge collection of books and controversial blood letting activities---proofs that she is one rocking artist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barrion, Jennilyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Bullock, move over! The real Ms. Congeniality has come to town and she comes in the form of Jennilyn! The math whiz takes everything with a tender laugh or two, not minding the petty things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bayona, Sarah Jane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s not your typical high school achiever; the stereotype of a nerd with inch thick glasses, unruly hair, a huge backpack and tons of books in hand does not apply to her. If she could wield a weapon, it would likely be her roller brush and cellphone but trust me, she hits the books. She may not look like it because of her carefree stance, but this talented piano player and singer is a consistent honor student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buluran, Benica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would’ve thought phoenixes could sing so well? “Benix the Fenix”, as we all call her, is a certified Potterhead, grade-conscious top student, and Glee Club member rolled into one. Once you hear her infectiously unique laugh, you can’t help but giggle along and have a grand time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cosio, Anna Kristina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re looking at the picture of the future Ms. Universe---a capable writer, butterfly fanatic, creative entrepreneur, bargain huntress, reliable student, tried and tested speaker/emcee, oldies music junkie, flustered choreographer, and frustrated singer in one sweet package! Her colorful nature is highlighted in her many one-of-a-kind beaded masterpieces that she sells for a very affordable price. Yes, she is one in a million!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Datu, Jeddylynne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her flair for art and music will remain as a lasting contribution in her anime-inhabited world. Perhaps, her small voice will soon reverberate through the stage when she comes out of her cocoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delas Alas, Abigail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only have to tell any amusing anecdote to this easy-to-please girl and she’ll start laughing uncontrollably. Maybe she’ll reward you with another corny joke. But really, this reed-thin doll knows when to be serious about her studies, as proven by her top scores in Chemistry and Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De Leon, Sabrina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well. Ms. Talented Drummer may be late again for school but she’ll never be tardy for her volleyball and basketball practices. Neither will she be absent in the hearts of the Monicans ‘05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dilig, Katrina Margarita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, she is one of the best dancers Batch 2005 boasts of. Make no mistake about it---this happy-go-lucky gal can disarm you with her pretty looks. Smart, simple, warm and active---she is a true Paulinian at heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dimagiba, Karmi Anne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you’re not hallucinating---she is one half of the sometimes temperamental Dimagiba twins. Behind the quiet facade is a mathematical whiz waiting to be tapped and she manifests her inclinations in her desire to become a CPA in the future. Like any teen, she enjoys in sound-tripping and wishes to dabble in interior designing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dionisio, Ria Fe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This fair-complexioned gal is incredibly sweet to her special someone. Ah, words just fail to describe this boyish fellow. You have to meet her to judge her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estopace, Camille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She’s not your ordinary girl. Camille, with an adorable bedimpled smile, shares that education and family hog top spot in her priorities. Spend a day with this petite and intelligent gal and you’ll see her sweet and wacky side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fabian, Michelle Arianne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chubby, chinita Voice Specialization student is the typical definition of a crybaby. Although she sheds tears easily, she has provided a shoulder to cry on for others. Communication rules her life and she proves this in her stint as Literary Editor of the school paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ferma, Valerie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the stage as her second home, this comical girl may soon receive a Famas Best Actress Award. She still manages to maintain her high grades despite having many extracurricular activities. Aside from her outstanding skills in academics and acting, she also shows great promise in the field of cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando, Angelica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Cyndi Lauper from a monster 80’s hit, “Girls just wanna have fun”. Indeed, Angie just intends to drift through life with rainbow-colored shades. Strip away the braces and cheek tint, and you’ll see a sensitive lady, ready to be everybody’s pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ferrera, Katrina Concepcion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby is now a lady---and how well Kaye bloomed into maturity! Even if she’s vertically-challenged, she proves to the world that she is a force to reckon with, especially in Math. Don’t be fooled by her virginal second name---she’s very &lt;em&gt;makulit &lt;/em&gt;in nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonzalez, Maria Neobie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is J.K. Rowling and Stan Lee all rolled into one. And take note, she’s only 15! Her much-awaited sequel to the current comic series is a verification of her immense potential as a future top animator for Pixar Company. “Louise’s Life” cartoons, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goto, Rina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prophesied to be the future “Catwoman” during our sophomore year, this music lover electrifies the stage with her melodious voice. A mathematical genius with an affinity for Avril Lavigne songs, half-Japanese Rina bears a striking resemblance to Meteor Garden’s Shan Cai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guevara, Angela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn’t be nominated “Best in Long Gown” in our Graduation Ball if she didn’t possess effortless grace and sophistication. This ex-Scholastican just oozes classic beauty whether she’s delivering a speech or running through the corridors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaramillo, Jiji Jane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count on Jiji, the charming mommy of her barkada, to give you the best advice on practically every aspect in life. An expert bigkaser and counselor, she looks like she had an overdose of Cherifer in her early childhood. This “Sunod sa Galaw, Girl” contestant is truly somebody we can look up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junio, Kzackarina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she starts singing a song, she pours all emotions appropriate, reminiscent of American Idol hopefuls recording their favorite ditties. Grant us a favor and give her a Magic Sing microphone so the music junkie in her will be satiated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lagleva, Micca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her hazel-colored eyes, virtually poreless skin, slender figure, excellent diction and up-to-the-minute style, she is often mistaken as Nancy Castiliogne. Despite being gifted with gorgeous looks that would make any girl envious, she keeps her feet firmly on the ground. This aggressive and family-oriented lady also dreams of becoming a renowned doctor someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Legaspi, Venus Joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus, in Roman mythology, may be the goddess of love and beauty but our Venus offers more than beauty. She can actually be nicknamed “Amazing Brain” because of her well-rounded intellect and memory power. Armed with singing abilities and a drive to succeed, it’s no wonder this ambitious girl will reach places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lauron, Ana Leafarah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Size doesn’t matter,” states ‘Killer smile’ Ana when conversations about height crop up. Indeed, her cute size doesn’t hinder her from eliciting laughter from her audience, and participating in sports like swimming and softball. Perhaps, it would be best if you ask the secret to her picture-perfect smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memorando, Joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take heed of Mega Mole’s side-splitting pieces of advice---if it doesn’t work, at least it made you smirk. This levelheaded student-leader is a crowd-drawer and crowd-pleaser at the same time. Once she steps onstage, she captures your attention with her spontaneous spiels and acting talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moncupa, Anna Karla Michaela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna defies definition---her unconventional takes on music, fashion, friendship, relationships, and life make her a real stand-out. But she is no rebel without a cause---her cryptic comments stated out of nowhere do make sense in a funny way. She won’t dispense big bucks for trendy clothes but expect her to blow her savings on Coach luxury items and techie toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nones, Teresa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endowed with shampoo commercial-worthy locks and rare musicality, she is definitely pop star material. Ask her a rendition of Tamia’s “Officially Missing You” and you’ll see why we’re going to miss Thets’ incredible voice, along with her vibrant personality and huge notebook-cum-scrapbook. Well, that’s Thetski, your not-so-average sane psycho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oliveros, Elizabeth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy stunner Beth gyrates and grooves to her own beat, defying regulations at times. Though she may look like a rule breaker, expect her to remain true to her friends infinitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pasigan, Katherine Marie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can assume so many roles and juggle them with great dexterity---bigkaser, class representative, debater, student leader, obedient daughter and occasionally, dancer. Kat just defies normal standards of society with her sarcastic sense of humor as an aid. When she retreats from throwing hilarious punch lines, she expresses herself in poetic verses of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pescones, Kristerine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 S’s (serious, snobbish and silent) would probably be your first impression of Kristerine but throw that notion aside because she can tell unpredictable jokes. Besides sharing her great drawing talent, Bing is here to fulfill a nobler mission: to be the greatest miracle worker in the lives of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riñosa, Joanna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re going to lend a book to this voracious reader, make sure it’s entitled “A Guide to Taming Your Hair”. Even if she has hair issues, she’ll drop anything in a heartbeat for a friend. She tends to space out a lot in class but she’s either daydreaming or recalling lines from her favorite books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sampiano, Ninin Joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table tennis MVP, News Editor of the Paulinian Link, girl-next-door, lucky recipient of front row tickets to rock concerts, modern-day Rapunzel with Chinese doll features, and a motherly figure to her friends. What more can you ask for? Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;San Miguel, Joyce Ann&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whiff of her perfume, a shadow of her alluring stare and a flash of her pearly whites are enough to make guys go ga-ga over her. However, this beauty-queen material is no angel in disguise---in fact, she’s a daredevil ready to get loose. Moreover, this aspiring model never runs out of fashion know-how and confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santiago, Sabrina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute, she’s quiet; another minute, she’s blabbing the afternoon away with her seatmate. Intoxicated with her personal experiences, 30 minutes of nonstop talking just seems like an eternity. Being the animated storyteller that she is, she demonstrates everything with a rare slap on the shoulder. Right, Sab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simon, Florissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The terms &lt;em&gt;Duo Maxwell&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Kite&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Ragnarok&lt;/em&gt; never fail to excite the rabid animé fan in her. Despite having indecipherable states of mind occasionally, this perfectionist is highly motivated in achieving her goals. Whatever she does, she leaves a neat first impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun, Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Silent waters run deep”---this line best depicts our Jen. She may seem reserved at first glance but you’ll be surprised that she’s a sensible chatterbox. You will notice that she pursues tasks with overwhelming determination, just like her search for perfection in Math-related subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tela, Marlene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Len never runs out of stories to share and neither will her enthralled crowd tire of her witty tongue. Her “Queen of Talk” aura belies her mathematical prowess, a good pair of dancing feet, a flexible body and a fiery spirit. Indeed, this adaptable and street smart lass proves to be a true blue pal until the very end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tolentino, Krisha Jay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deadringer for a certain graduate last year, Krisha or KJ just blows your mind away with her early morning song performances. Her sunshiny disposition leaves a cheerful vibe with the people she meets, whether young or old. Furthermore, her trustworthy and open personality makes her a true diamond in the rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tubiera, Crislyn Joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulet, as we call her, starts the day with a bedimpled smile and ends it with a bigger grin. Expect her chinita eyes to turn into slits at the corniest jokes and anticipate her genuine offer of help. Hailed as the Euclid of the batch, it will not be long before her high-pitched voice rings through the hallowed corridors of St. Paul and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turingan, Arwen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malakas mang-asar&lt;/em&gt; but easily gets &lt;em&gt;pikon&lt;/em&gt;, our Arwen is also super addicted to UAAP basketball. She may not be the Queen of the Elves but she radiates a distinct morena beauty and a simple outlook in life. A silent worker at heart, it’s not hard to imagine her being successful someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umali, Caselyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceleration? Diffraction? Doppler’s effect? No way will these terms figure prominently in Ate Casey’s life. One thing is for sure though: this patient bigkaser will laugh with you when she’s resting her text-weary thumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Untalan, Carmina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would one describe thee? Let me count the ways: 1. über-talented artist; 2. superb debater and speaker; 3. fabulous friend; 4. devoted bigkaser; 5. born leader; 6. classical music enthusiast; 7. best cheerleader; and 8. the next Vivaldi. Need we say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victoria, Jazm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can forget this uniquely-named fashionista? From being class vice president to being club president, this girl has the word “leader” plastered over her and I’m sure her constituents will attest to her responsible nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zabala, Danica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani’s sky-high eyebrows may scare you but once you’re past the initial taray look she gives, you’ll surely enjoy her entertaining presence. Give her a pen and paper, and she’ll prove to you her literary prowess. Give her books, hankies, and coins and she’ll turn these ordinary objects into instruments of magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoleta, Karen Shiela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amusing is an understatement to describe Karen---she’s simply humor personified. Her charming antics (evident in the countless Sabayan pieces she has directed), Martin-ish (of Lovers in Paris fame) looks, and bentang jokes have endeared her to all the SPCP staff, teachers and students. As the Year IV Level Representative, she exudes that businesslike image and makes sure that things are done without a glitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111254187337493886?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111254187337493886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111254187337493886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111254187337493886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111254187337493886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-9-yearbook-descriptions-ng-st.html' title='NO. 9: YEARBOOK DESCRIPTIONS NG ST. MONICA'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111254100646757076</id><published>2005-04-03T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T11:03:33.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO. 8: THURSDAYS WITH TRICIA</title><content type='html'>I knew it. Thursday is really my special day with Tricia Ma. Celine Matias Elamparo. My DMCs (Deep Meaningful Conversations) with her always happen on Thursdays. Why on Thursdays? Why not on Tuesdays like Morrie and Mitch Albom? It could be because of the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;We have club meetings every Thursday and we always stay behind to talk about the paper, among other girl things.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;We are highly emotional by the time Thursday rolls in because of the mounting pressure so we always end up releasing anger about losers and shitty circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;We promised to meet once a week in college and write about anything under the sun. After that, we’ll be critiquing each other’s work. Surprise! It will fall on a Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;There's something so magical about Thursdays.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, she was waiting for her mom to pick her up in school after our painfully sloooooooooooooooow yearbook meeting and I stuck around for awhile. (Then again, we have always proved to be unproductive in the PL newsroom. That deserves another entry.) Then, we got around to talking about universities, about where whoever is going to study---the usual crap everybody is talking about. I remember her telling me that Ateneo was the right school for her since she sees herself focusing and thriving in that environment. According to her, she’ll never turn into an elitist because “mahirap makipagsabayan sa kanila”. (Believe it or not, in St. Paul College of Parañaque, it’s so easy to act like you’re somebody even if you’re a nobody. In the words of Trish, “mag-exert lang ng konting effort”. Haha...just act like a certain ex-Paulinian I know. Guessing game again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also discussed what kind of campus would best suit Marianne Naria. We both agreed that Marianne wouldn’t look right in UP Diliman because we thought she’s better off in a school that’s very sheltered, exclusive, proper and Catholic. Very much like St. Paul College of Parañaque. My top bet for her is UST. Wala lang. I just thought it jibes with her personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I got to thinking if I made the correct decision about entering Peyups. The answer is a resounding YES. Is it because of my &lt;em&gt;palaban kuno&lt;/em&gt; nature? I have no idea. The concept just felt right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, people are warning me to steer away from demonstrations and rallies. They (including my aunt, mom, Mrs. Soliman and Ms. Rhiana Reyes) admonished me to utilize my privilege instead of wasting my education to live a life of a fleeing revolutionary. Is there something about my personality that may indicate rebellion? Haha. Ninin retorted last Thursday, “&lt;em&gt;e ngayon pa nga lang sa Tipol, sutil na. Pano ba kaya sa UP?&lt;/em&gt;” Something to that effect. Oh God. It’s time for major soul-searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my DMC with Tricia was cut short by the sight of their maroon car. Game over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111254100646757076?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111254100646757076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111254100646757076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111254100646757076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111254100646757076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-8-thursdays-with-tricia.html' title='NO. 8: THURSDAYS WITH TRICIA'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111254076299523632</id><published>2005-04-03T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T11:13:02.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO. 7: ISKUL BUKOL...ANG PABORITO KONG TITLE NG ARTICLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, I’m a UP Dilimaner by next semester. I’ll be rubbing elbows with my fellow &lt;em&gt;iskolars ng bayan&lt;/em&gt; and hopefully, I won’t die in my first year. Not yet anyway. &lt;em&gt;Pero kahit pumasa na ko sa dati ko pang dream school, parang iba pa rin e. Para ngang mas gusto ko na sa pinagpipitagang &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ateneo de Manila University. Ewan ko ba sa sarili ko. Hinain na nga saken ang oportunidad para makapag-aral sa premyado unibersidad pero parang naghahanap pa ako ng mas exclusive.&lt;/em&gt; Yaaaak. (This reminds me so much of a certain Atenean whom I shall not name. Guessing game!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. This is probably just a phase I’m going through. Apologies to all my would-be Green Archer friends but I’ve always rooted for the Blue Eagles. Even if the UAAP basketball players from La Salle are obviously superior in talent, I’ve been an Ateneo supporter through and through. There’s something about La Salle that I never really liked. Don’t get me wrong...La Salle has produced really great alumni but it has this bad reputation of being so commercialized. Remember the jokes implying that you only need money to pass in La Salle? Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were condo-hunting along Katipunan (we were looking for a supposedly new condo located in La Vista), my brothers were exchanging some jokes about the famed “kahanginan” of Ateneans. He said that if you want to let go of a balloon near the said campus, you don’t need the wind to do so. The hot air in their school, according to him, is sufficient to elevate balloons and more. I know this is done in bad taste but you can’t deny that some Ateneans are really so boastful and coño. (It’s funny but coño is the Spanish term for the female genitalia. And yeah, it's a bit rich of my BIG brother to joke about Ateneo's legendary coños from the &lt;em&gt;tisoy&lt;/em&gt; benches. His school---University of Asia and the Pacific---is also breeding ground for pampered brats.=P) The “coño bug” must be acquired in the environment because everyone there is privileged and well-off. (Their tuition fee for one semester depletes one’s bank account.) Half of them probably have not tried commuting because they have their daddies and chauffeurs to drive them anywhere. Plus, Starbucks coffee is most likely a regular thing for them, just like clothes from Mango. But look at their impressive alumni: Jose Rizal, Juan Luna and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In UP &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt;, I think it’s very &lt;em&gt;masa&lt;/em&gt;. You will learn to deal with people from various walks of life in the State University, which will prove to be invaluable once you step out of fantasy world. Okay, safety in UPD is something that cannot be assured. Certainly, killings, demonstrations, frat brawls, and rallies are ordinary occurrences. But it is exactly these things which make Peyups oh-so-unique. That and the antique buildings dotting the humongous campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Reality sure is sinking in. I’m going to be a true-blue freshman at UPD in a matter of months. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111254076299523632?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111254076299523632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111254076299523632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111254076299523632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111254076299523632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-7-iskul-bukolang-paborito-kong_03.html' title='NO. 7: ISKUL BUKOL...ANG PABORITO KONG TITLE NG ARTICLE'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111254024596069960</id><published>2005-04-03T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T07:57:25.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO. 6: TO BE OR NOT TO BE CIMA. THAT IS THE QUESTION.</title><content type='html'>Bakit nga &lt;a href="http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; ang url address ng blog ko? Malay ko. Tanong niyo sa buwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Dyok lang. Nagsimula ang mahiwagang kwento na ‘yan sa aming klasrum. Naglalaro kasi sila Lapiz (my everderest ex-seatmate!) ng chuva chuchu. Basta hindi ko alam kung anong title ng kaeklatan na pinauso nila. Nag-iisip sila noon ng adjective na nagsisimula sa first letter ng name ng tao. Gets niyo ba? Example: Kinky Karen, Vanishing Vynette (mga Monicans, kilala niyo ‘to!), etc. Bigla na lang ako naging si Sizzling Cima. Weird ‘noh? Hayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, andame ko ng naging katawagan sa buong hayskul layp ko. Dati kasi, nung second year pa lang ako, tawag pa saken ng mga klasmeyts ko Kristine. Pero sa kasamaang palad, tatlo kaming lilingon sa ‘yo sa St. Gertrude: si Kristin Angela Castañeda, Christine Tavera at ako. Idagdag mo pa si Crislyn Tubiera sa mga lilingon kapag Geometry at Algebra II. Kaya simula noon, si Kristin Angela ay naging Casti at si Christine Mae ay naging Tavs. Nung una, mga kabarkada ko lang tumatawag saken ng “Cima”. Nangunguna doon si Gail (Hi! I miss you na...magparamdam ka naman, loka!) tapos nung teyrd yir na nagsimulang mauso ang “Cima” sa pull-out. At maraming na rin naging reincarnations ang pangalan ko na ‘yan. May tumatawag na rin saken ng cimababy, cimabeibs, cima_boy (courtesy of Brij! Miss you na!), cimafrankie, frankie (dahil kay marj claricia) at sandamakmak pa! Meron pa ngang nangahas na tumawag saken ng baby boy matapos ang kahindik-hindik na rhythmic gymnastics na hindi ko alam kung bakit ko sinalihan last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ko nga ba kinukwento ‘to sa inyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebs niyo ba e blog ko naman ‘to?! Walang kokontra. Ang kumontra, panget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. (Akin ang huling halakhak!!! *evil laughter*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabaliwan! Bilog ba ang buwan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama na! Wala ng katuturan ‘to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawa na lang tayo...hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111254024596069960?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111254024596069960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111254024596069960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111254024596069960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111254024596069960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-6-to-be-or-not-to-be-cima-that-is.html' title='NO. 6: TO BE OR NOT TO BE CIMA. THAT IS THE QUESTION.'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111219783858397173</id><published>2005-03-30T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T07:50:38.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO. 5: WHAT WILL I DO? THINK! THINK!</title><content type='html'>It’s funny but the year book is the only official activity I have for this summer. And that would mean a life sentence in front of the TV or the computer in between eating and sleeping duties. At least that’s my would-be lifestyle for two months. Actually, I have started exercising my couch potato skills last week. It’s only a matter of time before I achieve the “Veg Out Master” status. Excuse me but my butt is permanently parked within 10m distance from the telly. Throw in my pillows, comfy blankie, cellphones, food and trusty green towel and I’m all set. (I have this weird, weird practice of hoarding my bath towel everywhere I go. I picked that habit from my brother.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this hell. Saaaaaaaaaaaave meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee from eternal damnation. Chuck some activities to this side of the planet. It’ll be greatly appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111219783858397173?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111219783858397173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111219783858397173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111219783858397173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111219783858397173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-5-what-will-i-do-think-think_30.html' title='NO. 5: WHAT WILL I DO? THINK! THINK!'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111219745025425746</id><published>2005-03-30T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T07:44:10.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO. 4: CURRENTLY BUSY BUT NOT REALLY</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I hate doing the yearbook descriptions. People expect me to produce the most astounding descriptions for morons who state a host of cliches in their ¼ piece of pad paper. Adjectives like nice, beautiful, good, and talented always manage to find their way to almost all the stuff I have to do. Spare me from the immortal lines “she’s always there for you when you need her” and “she’ll never leave you” because it drives me crazy! Can’t you be more original/creative in describing yourself? C’mon! Tell us your talent. State your hobbies. Narrate to us why you’re not just another face in a sea of faces. Explain to us what makes you stand out from the crowd. Surprise us with a fun fact! Just don’t kill me with the cutesy shmuck! &gt;=S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be maarte din. If I make a description for you, take it take it take it. Don’t ask me to make another one when I’ve done a completely accurate masterpiece. If you want another one, compose it yourself. Be a little considerate of the li’l underdog who took the time to make yours. Especially if you didn’t pass a sheet of paper listing your finer qualities. Hindi ka na nga nagpasa sa amin, magrereklamo ka pa. Screw you. That’s like saying I’m inept at describing people. Which is absolutely not true. (Yuck, yabang ba? Eto na lang mapagmamalaki ko. Pagbigyan niyo na.) Tamaan na dapat matamaan. Die, batman, die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow! I have to make 22 descriptions tonight. Good luck to me! It’s now 10:46 pm and I have to get these done by tomorrow because we have a meeting. Worse, I just left the sheaf of papers they passed in school. It’s going to be a long night. I wish I have a Rhumba frappucino to keep me company. Bummer bummer bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111219745025425746?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111219745025425746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111219745025425746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111219745025425746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111219745025425746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-4-currently-busy-but-not-really.html' title='NO. 4: CURRENTLY BUSY BUT NOT REALLY'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111219730790459326</id><published>2005-03-30T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T07:41:47.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO. 3: WALA LANG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*To keep track of things, I’ll be numbering my entries from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever notice the sheer number of people who tell you this phrase? Don’t you wonder why people, especially the male specie, never get through a day without uttering this line? (FYI: It’s also my 2nd time to use “wala lang” as a title of my blog entries. Just imagine how many times I used it as a title in my Friendster posts.) Well, I’ve given it some thought and arrived with some “intelligent” guesses. (I would have called it hypotheses but the term just reminds me of Research class with Mrs. Bernido. Ugh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, two of my friends told me that “wala lang” is the subconscious mind’s way of saying “I love you.” Puh-leaz! Ok, so I shouldn’t really debunk the idea at face value. It might have some truth to it, you know. However, you can’t deny it reeks so much of sappy mush overload. (Ugh!) So maybe you do love that person and yes, you’d like to say 143 to them. But don’t you ever stop for awhile and think that maybe it’s all there is to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to my theory. People, there exist a breed of people who mean what they say. Wake up and smell the coffee. Wala lang talaga. No irony. Ever. Plain and simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you’re like me who have hidden agenda. The hidden agenda behind the Mona Lisa smiles is a BIG secret so don’t go prying your way through. Basta, take my word for it: wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people want to say “I love you”, they will. Trust me. Just wait for them to reveal it aloud. But DON’T ALWAYS ASSUME THAT THEY WANT TO SAY “I LOVE YOU!” EVERY TIME THEY SAY “WALA LANG...” That’s assuming too much, dude. Screw you.   &lt;br /&gt; Why am I telling you this??? Wala lang!;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111219730790459326?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111219730790459326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111219730790459326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111219730790459326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111219730790459326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-3-wala-lang.html' title='NO. 3: WALA LANG...'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111188730879759781</id><published>2005-03-27T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T17:35:08.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Week na naman.</title><content type='html'>Ewan ko. I never really liked Holy Week.=P There's something about Holy Week that is so stifling, so so so so so so so...ah, words fail me. [yuck, drama! I just lack the proper term for it.Ü] maybe i need to log out now. ive been staring at this computer screen for 2 hours and 56 minutes. it's pathetic but i have to run now. Happy Easter to all!;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111188730879759781?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111188730879759781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111188730879759781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111188730879759781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111188730879759781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/03/holy-week-na-naman.html' title='Holy Week na naman.'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11682022.post-111188480388170168</id><published>2005-03-26T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T16:55:07.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wala lang. Nainggit lang ako kay cosio, kat, dastine, cristina, kitt at sa iba pang may blog na. It seems that everybody has joined the blogging bandwagon even though this thing has been around for like years. I remember reading something about blogs back then in my sophie year. man, i'm way way way way way way behind civilization.=P oh bummer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11682022-111188480388170168?l=sizzlingcima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/feeds/111188480388170168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11682022&amp;postID=111188480388170168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111188480388170168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11682022/posts/default/111188480388170168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzlingcima.blogspot.com/2005/03/wala-lang.html' title='wala lang.'/><author><name>cimabeibs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16879776418309126784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
