<?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-11159882</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:01:27.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSED</title><subtitle type='html'>Is this the real life,
Is this just fantasy,
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality,
Open your eyes and see...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-115366765026457060</id><published>2006-01-05T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:14:10.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSED</title><content type='html'>just check out my blog on multiply. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-115366765026457060?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/115366765026457060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/115366765026457060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2006/01/closed.html' title='CLOSED'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-113188424031127809</id><published>2005-11-13T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T20:23:20.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>write ups galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;it's not fair... 150 words aren't enough for a write-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;here are the raw parts of my write up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The girl has the biggest heart, backed up with her effortless beauty. She’s more than just an intoxicating dancer and her depth may be discovered once you get to know her. She’s more than 32 flavors and seventeen smiles combined. - Ashlo ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Little-miss overachiever, she’s got the looks, the brains and the talent. Oh did I mention that she likes pink marshmallows? – Kat Angeles&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What’s behind Char’s oh-so-popular smile? A graceful mix of beauty, brains, talent and character. No wonder she cant stop smiling. – Pat Bautista&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;Char just overflows with talent. She’s a singer, dancer, genius and ever reliable friend. What more could you ask for? – Mel Cotaoco&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;Brilliance and passion that comes gift-wrapped and bow tied in shades of scarlet, ivory and ebony. One of the rare and beautiful creatures to grace the dancefloor and the hard court. – Kristine Caguiat&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Char is one of the most OC people I know! (Who numbers their pens?) But I love Char for her neatness! This sweet little lady has been with me since 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; grade and has evolved into one of my closest friends. – Pia Rivera &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;Char is the OC queen of Kahuna land. Obsessed with the colors red, black and white, she’s an awesome dancer and passionate cheerleader. She’s a smarty pants and a great friend. – Robin Aguila&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;A fastidious perfectonist with the unique ability to keep her silky smooth hair intact. – Pat Ocampo &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;From one-on-one sessions in Baguio to *ahem* in Hardcourt trainings, Char never fails to spread her genius genes! – Cam Sugay &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;My neurotic, perfectionist friend!- Gayle De Leon &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My Lovely and kikay cheerful and brilliant buddy! – Lia Albano &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Such a lovely lady with the brains to match her beautiful face. – Colleen Mijares&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A natural born genius! – Lara Martirez&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Char - a name that the word 'well-roundedness' is so often associated with. She balances brains and talent with such poise, and she carries herself with grace that can only be encompassed with her stunningly bright smile.- Camille Himala&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Char and I have gone through the whole jungle together, ridden a magic carpet, rowed down the riverbend, and ran through hedgehog drive. She and I have shared so much together and what excites me is the adventure continues. - Pasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Char, in ALL WAYS a charm and ALWAYS radiating with beauty. – Ana Reyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;* I LOVE MY FRIENDS *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-113188424031127809?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/113188424031127809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/113188424031127809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/11/write-ups-galore.html' title='write ups galore'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-113127808548530693</id><published>2005-11-06T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T19:54:45.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Censhorship</title><content type='html'>You wont find anything here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-113127808548530693?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/113127808548530693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/113127808548530693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/11/censhorship.html' title='Censhorship'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-112885216779436540</id><published>2005-10-09T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:20:27.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the mountain of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 days spent in isolation... cut off from civilization, the noise, the pollution, school and sadly, my bathroom. Nevertheless... everything felt right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside... hatred is a curved blade... the harm we do, we do to ourselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tight crappy bus ride.mcdo.falling star.yummy food.zen garden.grotto.fog.pretty curly hair.dark hallways.the gardener.bad vibes.bratty quarrels.milo everyday.7 stars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;interconnectedness.sacrifice.forgiveness.LOVE.faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;live shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;epidemics and mosquito bites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.pusoy dos.heart attack.speed.bullshit.never ever have i ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When you fall asleep, you sometimes dream your heaven and those help to form it" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;39 stars that make up the KAHUNA constellation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; i love you guys with all my heart and you will never be forgotten! thanks for all the fun and laughter. this was definitely a retreat to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Strangers are just family you have yet to come to know..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"No one gets left behind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-112885216779436540?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112885216779436540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112885216779436540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-mountain-of-god.html' title='on the mountain of God'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-112580619182734880</id><published>2005-09-04T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T19:40:20.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melodramatic nonsense....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;out of boredom and pure misery, i went through my sister's blogrings and found this in some random xanga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i want to be someone's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;last call of the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; and they're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; thought in the morning.. i want those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;five hour&lt;/span&gt; conversations that end in  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;no you hang up first...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i want the heart racing, palm sweating, what's gonna happen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: normal;"&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; moments..i want the hugs that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; want to let go of and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stolen kisses&lt;/span&gt; that are always the sweetest..but most importantly, i want someone to think of me as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;theirs&lt;/em&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/11159882-112580619182734880?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112580619182734880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112580619182734880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/09/melodramatic-nonsense.html' title='melodramatic nonsense....'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-112540552305035079</id><published>2005-08-31T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T21:06:27.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>envious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I envied the mediocre man. He is not compelled to stand out and be better.He's satisfied with being average, with being ok. He sees no light in being great and exerts no effort. No great accomplishments. No awards or recognitions. No expectations. No disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envied the stupid man. Devoid of intellect, he believes that everyone is as stupid as he is. He feels no drive to pursue new ideas or to make sense of life. He is blind to reality. He is happy and comfortable knowing what he knows. He knows no better. No worries. No responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;wouldn't life be so much simpler if we knew less and wanted less out of it?&lt;br /&gt;as meer mediocre and ignorant men they never do get to solve the greatest of all enigmas that is life. content with what they know, what they have and what they do, it just seems as though life would just simply waste away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy the dreamer, with his head in the clouds. Thinking big never hurt anyone...&lt;br /&gt;I envy the artist and the writer, with their ability to capture reality and the surreal. Creativity is wealth.&lt;br /&gt;I envy the bohemian and his strange ways. To see the world in whole new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i repeatedly fail to accept is that there's no such thing as a carefree life... at least one that's worth living. there'll always be something that'll bug you along the way but it's all part of the ride. how can there be any ups when there are no downs right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"life is a beautiful tragedy" - monsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-112540552305035079?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112540552305035079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112540552305035079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/08/envious.html' title='envious'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-112410802488726648</id><published>2005-08-15T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:44:48.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just got home and here i am typing... i should have known from the anxiety welling up inside of me that it was going to be a bumpy ride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i refuse to refer to the vigil performance as a "performance." Sad to say... i didnt put much heart into it. I wanted to. I wanted to finally be able to truly dance for God, but in the end, it was heartless routine. i love hardcourt... i'm sure everyone knows that. but all THAT was to me was an effortless, meaningless, half-hearted dance and a plastered smile. disappointment... it sums up everything. I could choose to blame the slippery wooden floors, fatigue or the lack of preparation but i know that i could have still made it work. i was simply dancing, not performing. No passion, no emotions, no heart. for the first time, amidst the muscle pains and disappointment, i felt empty and almost numb. No excitment, no adrenaline rush... nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the plastered smile... otherwise known as the cheerleader smile, the plastic smile, the "it's fine" smile, it's the i-dont-know-what-the-hell-i'm-doing smile... the empty smile, the cover-up smile. last night, my smile embodied all of those. a part of me just wasnt there for me that time and i guess it made all the difference. facing the crowd... what else is there to do but smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;in those times i need you most, you never fail to disappoint me...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-112410802488726648?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112410802488726648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112410802488726648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/08/disappointed.html' title='disappointed'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-112299420257309892</id><published>2005-08-02T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:03:39.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insanity beckons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes, PatO… God is a genius. Creating 6 billon unique individuals, mapping out a plan for each and every one and everyday, watching as their lives pass them by. It’s funny though how everyday, these same 6 billion do something, whether big or small, to please God and in return are they pleased as well? Is it possible that in reality, God gives us what we need and even more and yet we neglect these hence, are not pleased and therefore blame God for what, in reality, we have done to ourselves? Is it not our own choices, decisions and lapses in judgment that cause our downfall? So, in the end, who’s there to blame but ourselves? Could this idea be the origin of over-achievers, obsessive compulsives and perfectionists… namely me? Sadly, I fear, I will never be satisfied. How messed up can I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days 13 hours 50 minutes to go till the UPCAT! Oh joy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here I am… unsure of what course to take, surprisingly apathetic to fact that I haven’t completely studied any of the science and english subjects for the UPCAT, too lazy to finish my pinoy project (which I have to give on Thursday), lacking inspiration to even start on my Ateneo essay and too engrossed in Harry Potter that I have neglected every other task I have to do… some kind of over-achiever.. luckily, i have been blessed with the gift of procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a world where mediocrity is failure and perfection is the only option. But perfection is non-existent and "good" is relative. In the near future, I may just go mad…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one moment you're here and in a split second you're gone... cant you stay still? in a world full of chaos... can't you, for once, stay constant? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-112299420257309892?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112299420257309892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112299420257309892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/08/insanity-beckons.html' title='insanity beckons...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-112157104723939082</id><published>2005-07-17T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T16:55:45.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peace.delirium.the half blood prince.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;another tag reply...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rallying for peace? i think it's something good... provided it's intention is to gain peace and that alone. i think rallies are helpful in a way that it's how the people can express injustices or just voice out what they have to say. BUT excessive rallies are just an implication of the people complaining too much. filipinos tend to rally about every single thing that somethng that's supposed to be great and demostrate people power has become something redundant and almost routine. It's kinda sad that we find it normal nowadays to hear of rallies and strikes happening almost every week, every month complaining bout low wages or high prices... like it's gonna help much. With our economy, there's not much the government or firms can do. and they should be happy that they even earn minimum wage. anyway, back to peace rallies... i think those type of rallies still have their integrity intact. No complaining... just a clamor for peace.. which i think is badly needed not only in the Philipppines but all over the world. BUT i think our government is too corrupt and self absorbed that their cries may go unheard. thing is, for rallies like those to work... they have to be big and they have to last. a day just wont do sometimes. but with what's happening in our country now... is peace really the answer? not to sound ruthless... but i think we should be rallying for a change of government rather than peace... coz if you look at it, to gain peace, that's what we need, a change in government. i'm sure ashlo will disagree with me on that... haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the long wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after the torment of Physics, Eco and all the other UT's, after the first class lunch of the year, after many "HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROBIN!" 's, after the last hardcourt try-outs i'll ever have as a member, the only one i'll have as a core member, after dancing and teaching the try-out dance pauline, cam and i made... with some help from lian and ericka, after all the sweat, bruises and laughter, after being all girly in robin's house with Pat, Mic and Cam (hahaha!), after being restricted for more than a month... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DELIRIUM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;intoxication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.hallucination. cigarettes, flasked vodka and tequilla, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;DANCING&lt;/span&gt; or should i say bumping and grinding the night away (with megz! who i must say is so fun to grind with.. what has she been doing in the states? ;p) and, sadly, another missed sexy inuman. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BITIN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I WANT HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so close... argh...why does it have to be hard bound? why do the rest of my books have to be soft bound? why do i have to be so OC! why cant i just have it now? why? haaaay... oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-112157104723939082?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112157104723939082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112157104723939082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/07/peacedeliriumthe-half-blood-prince.html' title='peace.delirium.the half blood prince.'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-112073714599359448</id><published>2005-07-07T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T20:18:16.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take action...</title><content type='html'>I've just put by name behind a global call for&lt;br /&gt;the leaders of the world's richest nations -&lt;br /&gt;the G8 - to take action to end poverty. They&lt;br /&gt;have the power to do it and only need the will,&lt;br /&gt;and by joining this call you can also help&lt;br /&gt;convince them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply add your details at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whiteband.org/Actions/g8/en/takeaction"&gt;http://www.whiteband.org/Actions/g8/en/takeaction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes less than a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Mandela said early this year that&lt;br /&gt;'Sometimes it falls upon a generation to&lt;br /&gt;be great. You can be that great generation.&lt;br /&gt;Let your greatness blossom. Of course the&lt;br /&gt;task will not be easy. But not to do this&lt;br /&gt;would be a crime against humanity, against&lt;br /&gt;which I ask all humanity now to rise up.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whiteband.org/Actions/g8/en/takeaction"&gt;http://www.whiteband.org/Actions/g8/en/takeaction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makepovertyhistory.org/index.shtml?entry=bannerhtml01" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makepovertyhistory.org/images/banners/banner-234x60.gif" width="234" height="60" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-112073714599359448?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112073714599359448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112073714599359448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/07/take-action_07.html' title='take action...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-112065154208386424</id><published>2005-07-06T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:55:21.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anonymous...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmmm... whoever you are, anonymous, this is a reply to your tag... well, sort of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes, i have seen the light... and yet i am doing nothing. but then again, there is only so much someone my age can do. i've heard it so many times before that we can do anything if we put our hearts into it, young and old. but changing our system of government and the state of our country is out of the question. Making posters and writing to newspapers are such gradeschool essay question answers... something written just to "make bola". i actually thought of taking up law before and becoming a public official! haha! but then... if i do, my citizenship wouldnt allow me to practice here anyway... and being a public official is just some acting job nowadays. and i cant say i'll vote wisely, when i'm eligible, because i wouldnt be allowed to vote anyway! so what is there to do? petitions? rallies? who would hear? apparently, everyone's forgotten the purpose for the edsa revolution coz here we are again. what good can it do when our corrupt government serves an even more corrupt and deceitful leader who serves, other than herself, greedy, money-hungry, businessmen. frankly... i think there's not very much hope left. so right now... all i can really do is study. and hopefully, when it's our turn to take over the country... we're not mindless creatures in search for money and we can actually make a difference... and i'd be part of it. or atleast excell in something to prove not all filpinos are ignorant asses. the only thing actually that'll help our country is a whole new government. i cant really do that now, can i? well, that's my opinion. there... and i think voicing out opinions helps too... like what gayle said, at least we should have an opinion, a stand... and of our own! not some idea dictated by old folks or by schools, usually biased ones. &lt;em&gt;Opinons are like assholes. Everybody has got one.(Clint Eastwood).&lt;/em&gt; a new leader, a disciplinarian, one who would take DRASTIC measures to save the country... that's the kind of leader we need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so... i didnt really answer your question... because there really is nothing to answer, at least in my light. pessimism? no... i'm just being realistic. honestly... can you actually tell me something i can do that will directly change our country? save our country even? i'd be happy to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i hate blogging bout the government... ima stop now... hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I HATE PHYSICS! she makes my blood boil... murder is tempting, dont you think? ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-112065154208386424?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112065154208386424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112065154208386424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/07/anonymous.html' title='anonymous...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-112022969212011853</id><published>2005-07-01T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:54:52.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bwahahahaha!</title><content type='html'>wahaha! talk about laugh trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i dont want to talk to you, i just want BANG BANG BANG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's peanut butter jelly time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my IQ! Schfiftyfive!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! go &lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/flash"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-112022969212011853?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112022969212011853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112022969212011853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/07/bwahahahaha.html' title='Bwahahahaha!'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-112014015592772912</id><published>2005-06-30T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:02:35.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our country is in shambles and knowing that we have those kind of people in power worries me even more. just a while ago, i was watching the news showing the voting of the committee of public information on whether the oh so controversial tape should be played or not. "The yes votes have it!" thank god! i think it should be played... just to get it done and over with. whether it has been altered or not, what's important is what the president said, whether it proves that she cheated or not. maybe it was spliced and maybe there was some voice overs... but the little bit of information found could unfathom a lot of dirty little secrets and the voice overs did not affect the president's statements either. how dramatic can our government get? i watched both speeches, that of our president and of susan roces and frankly, none made sense. GMA's was just confusing and misleading and did not really do anything to clear her name. it just got her into deeper trouble. why apologize so much for talking to the comelec chairman? makes you think... and susan roces... haaay, antics of an actress. tears? GMA didnt directly cause FPJ's death. And it was kind of anti-feminist for her to imply the philippines needs a male president? what difference will it make? corrupt is corrupt regardless of gender. i'm sick of our government... and in every branch, province, city, district and baranggay, there is corruption and greed. what hope of salvation do the people have against the insatiable greed for wealth and power?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aside from our government.... i hate physics with a passion! well, actually it's mainly the teacher. she is going so slow... i cant take it. every physics period is pure agony. i'm not exaggerating. gayle would know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"You came to me like a dream, you held me in reality and will leave me gasping for your loving breath when you are gone...."&lt;/span&gt; -Paul Acquasanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="author" href="http://www.worldofquotes.com/author/Paul-Acquasanta/1/index.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-112014015592772912?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112014015592772912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/112014015592772912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/06/hope.html' title='hope?'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111978075351358664</id><published>2005-06-26T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:42:05.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>release the divine desire within to be more selfless than before...</title><content type='html'>On the second evening of July, something different, something divine will transcend. A gathering of young spirits will fall into a sweet dream and live their subconscious.It will make them realize their inner selves,discover their subconscious desire to be selfless and experience touching other people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUBCONSCIOUS - The Event - is a joint effort by high school and college students to raise awareness for the needs of our differently-abled brothers and sisters to the youth of today. It is on July 2 2005,Fernwood gardens 71 cenacle drive sanville subdivision quezon city,cocktails will be served at 6pm, and tickets are priced at Php 200evening includes:Art exhibit by UP fine arts alumni and special children,Fashion show by young designers of the Fashion Institute of The Philippines and modeled by high school and college students from different schools.Special performance by KAPATIDand music by Absinthe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the audience awakens at night's end, all that is held to be true is the memory of the generosity given to THE CHILD'S WORLD - a Growing Center for Special Children, and the Adolescent Pavilion of the NATIONAL CENTER FOR MENTAL HEALTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;release the divine desire within to be more selfless than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**get tickets from ysa! :D if you cant go, at least buy a ticket! it's for a good cause! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-111978075351358664?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111978075351358664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111978075351358664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/06/release-divine-desire-within-to-be.html' title='release the divine desire within to be more selfless than before...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111953555157064459</id><published>2005-06-23T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T10:22:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thought provoking thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;funny... while researching for jose rizal on google, i came across the blog of this old man, Poch Suzara, entitled Thoughts to Provoke Your Thoughts. he's an athiest who writes extemely well about everything, from Jose Rizal to God to our rotten political system. now, i cant stop reading all his entries... they really are thought provoking and i cant get enough! it's got my mind working and all of a sudden, i'm opinionated about everything. my sister and i are discussing our political system... yes, i'm a dork... and how our country will never improve unless the system is changed and laws are actually imposed. i think what our country really needs are education and discipline. we cannot merely rely on divine providence for the improvement of our country as our dear president keeps saying in her speeches. i think she's an incompetent leader and has only led our country to a worse state. we also have to learn from our past... we cant keep gathering in edsa and ousting our president. it's getting redundant. maybe once or twice it's something great... but more than twice and it's plain stupid. we need leaders with actual credentials instead of clueless celebrities. i really dont believe in the interferance of the Church in government affairs either. really... justice cannot be obtained through morality. Death penalty for example, though morally wrong, for me, should be put into action. criminals should get what they deserve. our law has lost its integrity and credibility. the philippine society no longer believes in our legal system... there is no longer respect for the law. really... we need a disciplinarian for a leader and stricter imposition of the law that will lead to maintaining peace and order, economic prosperity and political stability (world history... shiyet! haha!)! same thing goes for the two-child policy. sure, most filipino households only have one child but at least would stop majority of filipino couples out there from humping like bunnies and having a dozen children that they cant provide for... stupid. and the worst thing is... filipinos, apathetic and fatalistic, settle for this mediocrity. we've accepted our sad fate and do nothing to stop it from happening. instead, we just add to the problem. &lt;em&gt;ignorance is not an excuse!&lt;/em&gt; democracy... by the government, for the government, of the government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;argh... now i'm all worked up. i am such a dork! wahaha! now i'm actually considering taking up law again.... haay... confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-111953555157064459?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111953555157064459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111953555157064459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/06/thought-provoking-thoughts.html' title='thought provoking thoughts...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111917706370515629</id><published>2005-06-19T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T18:33:24.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we can make poverty history...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;friends! visit the following sites, sign up and make a difference! woohoo! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.live8live.com/live8/petition.do"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LIVE 8 LIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.one.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whiteband.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GCAP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-111917706370515629?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111917706370515629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111917706370515629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-can-make-poverty-history.html' title='we can make poverty history...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111875966945336608</id><published>2005-06-14T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T22:39:57.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look through my looking glass...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;funny how what you see isnt exactly real... sometimes it's the exact opposite. more often, what you see is only that which you want to see. &lt;em&gt;to see is to believe&lt;/em&gt;... sure. nothing is what it seems... it's life's way of keeping you on your toes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Masquerade..Seething shadows breathing lies.You can fool any friend who ever knew you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;a well kept secret. deception at its best. reality lies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;aaah... the overwhelming feeling of not being trusted. you have to explain yourself for almost everything, everything has to have a reason... a valid one too. to justify everything is a necessity. defense is inadequate. alienated, we're all just strangers... who happen to live under the same roof. to earn that most coveted trust... a hopeless aspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;deception and the clamor for trust... how ironic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-111875966945336608?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111875966945336608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111875966945336608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/06/look-through-my-looking-glass.html' title='look through my looking glass...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111820994780059419</id><published>2005-06-08T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:57:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for those brave, bored souls out there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for those bored out of their wits and in the mood for a challenge...&lt;br /&gt;try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zestriddle.fanzine.pl/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got it from Camille...&lt;br /&gt;it's extremely hard... and the eerie spine tingling music doesn't help at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zestriddle.fanzine.pl/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TRY IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least you'll have something to keep you busy for quite a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-111820994780059419?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111820994780059419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111820994780059419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-those-brave-bored-souls-out-there.html' title='for those brave, bored souls out there...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111814894384280818</id><published>2005-06-07T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:59:18.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love counterpart of the never ending chicken and egg, which came first queston care of PatO's xanga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which comes first, right guy [who makes it feel like the right time], or the right time [which can make any guy feel like the right one]?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-111814894384280818?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111814894384280818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111814894384280818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/06/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111813044337815885</id><published>2005-06-07T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T15:47:23.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7 more days... 7 days till senior year, till the year of college applicatons and entrance exams. and then there's the fact that summer has more or less ended... and here comes the rain. it didnt even feel like summer at all... there just had to be 3 weeks of review classes. 3 out of 4 years of high school... gone. and what do i have to show for it? almost nothing. i thought 3 years was a very long time... how wrong was i. college has always been just around the corner. college... supposedly the most crucial part of your life. it supposedly dictates your future... whether you're gonna be a successful career woman or some good-for-nothing bum. but then there's gotta be something more to life and success other than college... more than outstanding grades and all that jazz. everything can't be based on educational attainment.. right? in the end, what good does knowing all these useless, extraneous information do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haaay... worrying makes me sick and all the pressure makes me nauseous. it's useless bickering over something that's supposedly necessary to achieve success... usually equated to happiness... or so we're led to believe by those who seem accomplished or even our peers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;there's gotta be more to life than learning and pushing for success... so why all the pressure? ease up... i'm only human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-111813044337815885?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111813044337815885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111813044337815885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/06/end-of-days.html' title='end of days...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111797497921937782</id><published>2005-06-05T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:36:19.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>currently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;paralyzed by restrictions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;denied my freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;realizing the security a technicality could bring about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;completely lost in daydreams and delusions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;contemplating murder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;waiting still for something more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just an optimist who's become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a little cynical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;under gloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dont be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;love is stronger than it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stronger than this soul divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I-You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bamboo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-111797497921937782?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111797497921937782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111797497921937782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/06/currently.html' title='currently...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111790055772273090</id><published>2005-06-04T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T12:56:03.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To see you when I wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is a gift I didn't think could be real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To know that you feel the same as I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You do something to me that I can't explain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So would I be out of line if I said,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"I miss you"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your picture, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I smell your skin onThe empty pillow next to mine.&lt;br /&gt;You have only been gone ten days,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But already I'm wasting away.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll see you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whether far or soon.&lt;br /&gt;But I need you to know that I care,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Incubus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-111790055772273090?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111790055772273090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111790055772273090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111770021378690140</id><published>2005-06-02T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T22:20:35.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caught red handed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when out drinking, prepare for the worse, eat before drinking and dont run down to the car... things i should have known and done last night... last night, nothing but a loud blur that ended in confinement. house arrest... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to strive for perfection is demanding... to hide your flaws and imperfections. to be the best you could possibly be... especially in their light. nothing is ever enough and overprotection, intimidation and pressure doesnt exactly help. sure... they were blinded and misled, only shown that which would at the very least, satisfy them and meet their expectations, their standards. betrayal? abuse of their trust? maybe... but is it entirely my fault? the pressure to prove myself over and over again... no fulfillment whatsoever. and now revelations were made and there's no longer hope for perfection in your light. why strive for perfection? why be the best? why have to prove myself? acceptance? not really... pride? most probably. it was how i was brought up, what i was taught. never settle for less. but then... nothing is ever worth settling for. everything has to work for them, for their benefit. their rules. their standards. and now they've taken the one thing i really did want. time out... freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;plans were made... the perfect escape. a whole day of bliss awaited me... gone in a flash... nothing more but a dream, a delusion. regret takes hold, it overcomes me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sigh... incoherent ranting and rambling. boredom and anger... haaay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;murder is tempting? dont you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-111770021378690140?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111770021378690140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111770021378690140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/06/caught-red-handed.html' title='caught red handed...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111657981624685794</id><published>2005-06-02T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T10:23:31.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>classroom humor and greenbelt birthday nights...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;an edited version to fit all of the weird and hilarious moments that made up our days of review classes... cousin skeeter, fallen mangoes, stolen munchkins, "molality!!", the AMOEBA DANCE, bitching around (only when their hair's down) and everything else in between! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sigh.. school came a bit too early this time around. i hate taking review classes... getting up at 8 in the morning and having to go through 9 hours of just one subject... it's a killer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again it can be a whole lot of fun! having a math teacher who looks like cousin skeeter... hilarious! having a teacher who "looks like a troll (forgot who said that!)" and have nanerz flirt with him... even more hilarious! "I like your class sir, do you like my mango? touch it, feel it, caress it!" hahaha! i love you nanerz!of course she didnt really say that! and then of course, there's "molality!" which only a few have the honor of doing "molality!" also known as "FURY!" and mind you, i'm not one of them. haha! lunch in the serenity garden, Pasia being accused of stealing munchkins and eating fallen mangoes... haha! so i guess review classes can be fun... somehow. then there's sir amoeba and his famous AMOEBA dance that had the class screaming! as in SCREAMING! haha! and then of course, there's the constant bitching... at least only when our hair's down... "someone needs beauty products!" "i swear, no one's listening anymore!!! (right next to sir amoeba... pasia talaga!)" haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again... there are those greenbelt nights which are just the best kinda fun... drinking, smoking and laughing the night away... first was pia's birthday, may 19. dinner at krocodile (chipipay...) then to absinth for strawberry flavored shisha! and of course... lucky stike menthols. then, pasia's birthday. SIN CITY with pat, joben and nanerz! it is absolutely the weirdest, most demented movie i've seen... and it's so gory (spelling?). "your my angel, my mother theresa, MY ELVIS!" bwahahaha! it's such a guy movie... half naked girls wth guns, fishnet everything, guns ablazing and a whole lotta blood! i just dont get it... then we were off to absinth! a complete barkada plus joben, carlo, josh, mikepan, claudia and our new found friend bugoy! haha! drinks everywhere... ADIOS MOTHERFUCKER (pasia, now we know why it's called that) and a whole lot of west ice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but then that's where all the fun ends... sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-111657981624685794?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111657981624685794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111657981624685794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/06/classroom-humor-and-greenbelt-birthday.html' title='classroom humor and greenbelt birthday nights...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111521755426794829</id><published>2005-05-04T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T18:24:11.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing but a close call...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;close calls... you dont exactly get the full blast of the consequences you have to face but you catch a glimpse of it. for a moment, you can actually feel the regret and anxiety. you succumb to anger and sometimes even hatred. everything around you seems to fall apart. then you wake up, you're jolted back into reality, to the realization that nothing's happened or that the problem was solved. then you breathe a sigh of relief...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;"I’ve come to find I may never know Your changing mind Is it friend or foe?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;one day a crazy thought, the next a reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;then, nothing but a thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;nothing but a close call.&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/11159882-111521755426794829?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111521755426794829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111521755426794829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/05/nothing-but-close-call.html' title='nothing but a close call...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111513529841491542</id><published>2005-05-03T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:41:37.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suspicion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you're stuck in a world where skepticism, paranoia and SUSPICION overrule. you're running in circles, you've been here before. same conversation, same arguments. it's all familiar to you... but nothing sticks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;everything seems fine, almost normal... untouched by the SUSPICION that surrounds me, you cant escape it. lurking shadows are always on watch, waiting for the moment when you are most vulnerable, when you least expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;murder is tempting... dontcha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;think? ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-111513529841491542?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111513529841491542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111513529841491542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/05/suspicion.html' title='suspicion...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111502270726831210</id><published>2005-05-02T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T16:31:47.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#66CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/found-in-diaper.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/rejectedcrayonquiz/"&gt; What Rejected Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, i'm extremely bored... can you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-111502270726831210?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111502270726831210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111502270726831210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/05/boredness.html' title='boredness...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111483457534288791</id><published>2005-04-30T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T12:16:15.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a smart ass! wheee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hahaha, out of boredom, my sister got me into this site. i'm sure you guys have tried it before na... well, i have.. (dork! haha!) and it was so annoying coz i couldnt figure it out before... but now, i did! haha! bored talaga! walang magawa! &lt;a href="http://mysticalball.com"&gt;check the site out &lt;/a&gt;and see if you can figure it out! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-111483457534288791?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111483457534288791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111483457534288791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-smart-ass-wheee.html' title='i am a smart ass! wheee!'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111312608329759836</id><published>2005-04-26T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:31:34.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1,2 step...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;*late post* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;"we dance for laughter, we dance for tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;we dance for madness, we dance for fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;we dance for hope, we dance for screams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;we're &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHEERLEADERS&lt;/span&gt;, we make the dreams."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;                                           - anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCOURT TRY-OUTS! haha! only four of the new members tried out... freshies talaga, none of you went! haha! we got to teach our dance to our remixed faster version of 1,2 step (which is still stuck in my head!)!! got to see the team again... i missed you guys so much! this is what spending 5 to 6 out of 7 days of training does! haha!&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/11159882-111312608329759836?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111312608329759836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111312608329759836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/04/12-step.html' title='1,2 step...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111423166170981618</id><published>2005-04-22T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:52:42.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back in civilization...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what happened in my five days at the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... 5 days of sun, sand and surf... how i miss the heat, the waves, the sand, the smell of the sea. 5 days spent in plantation bay, cebu... the plane ride there, touring the city, reliving memories seeing out old house in Cebu. shopping, braving the crowd to say a prayer in the basilica, jet skiing and kayaking, getting a henna tattoo, swimming in the beach, swimming in the fresh water pool, watching a beach wedding at sunset from the gazebo outside our room (simply beautiful...), biking around the whole place, picture taking, sleeping through quiet nights and waking up, opening your eyes to the view of the beach... cant wait to go there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm back in civilization... enrollment on wednesday, watched a movie thursday, made the hardcourt try-out dance with Cam and Pauline this morning... it's soooo cute, can i just share! haha! wheeee!haha, la nang masabi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-111423166170981618?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111423166170981618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111423166170981618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-in-civilization.html' title='back in civilization...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111297069725245018</id><published>2005-04-08T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T19:47:29.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;summer's been a big blah... well, at least mine has been uneventful. So far there's been...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HE HARDCOURT DINNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;at the San Lo park. there was lotsa food, awards, reminiscing (video watching? :p) and new "hardcourt merchandise". Afterwards, Robin, Cam, Pat, Mimic and I went to Greenbelt... couldnt stay long though. then there was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;~*SALBABIDA*~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;all the way in la vista. the first batch party of the summer... fun fun fun! haha! great music, thanks to PAT O! haha! i danced the night away! and so did a lot of people... heard some got a bit carried away. As usual, the drinks didnt last very long but it was still fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;then, there was boredom. sure i went to gym (GYMnastics for the unfamliar! hahaha!) with vica yesterday but all it caused me was pain...and sure, i was out kanina... for REPORT CARD DAY! tsh... great! it wasnt bad at all but what was the use of getting my ass out of bed so early in the morning? oh right, i was looking forward to something... didnt happen thought. oh well! maybe next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i cant wait till next week... i'm going to the BEACH! woohoo! SUN, SAND and SURF, here i come!;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;loving you... that's what i love doing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-111297069725245018?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111297069725245018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111297069725245018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/04/sigh.html' title='sigh...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-111157580844210167</id><published>2005-03-23T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T18:35:32.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom at last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;3rd year... the most stressful and definitely the most interesting school year to date! i've decided to share some highlights as a tribute to my junior year... hahaha! :D *SLA* first major school activity. having to go to the Pasig and Marikina river wasnt exactly something i wanted to do... it just happened to rain when it was our turn for the SLA. It was fun making people think Gayle fell into the Pasig river though... "we swear!" haha! *SABAYANG PAGBIGKAS* Oh yes, our sabayang pagbigkas, the title of which i have forgotten. the first competition between the 4 sections. with every competition comes tensions, arguments, disputes, tears, for one class... VICTORY. I'm proud to say, III-3 kahunas won! *RETREAT* hmmm...buko pie! mmm... yummy! haha! *FAIR* i didnt exactly get to go to the fair because i had training... but it was all worth it! our performance was great! WE SHAKE THE BEST! *PROM* it was such a fun prom night. All of our hard work finally paid off. *FIELD TRIP-Mt. Makiling* ugh... endless hiking and climbing, i thought it would never end. it was fun though! *INTRAMS* haynako! i just love my batch. Even with the whole highschool against us, we won 3 out of 4 events -- basketball, futsal and bataille. Hardcourt and Pep performance was great, despite the fact we werent prepared. *CHORAL RECITATION* Once again, our class emerged victorious thanks to *ehem* our "hitlers." *GALS COMPETITION* tss... just read my previous entries. More or less, those are the major events that happened this school year. There were parties of course, Hypnosis, Stereotyped, Astra and Venido. And it was definitely an interesting year, at least for me, due to certain rumors. get a life people... Oh well, that year's over and done with... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes... it's finally summer... the time for different adventures, some abundant with wild, interesting stories and travels to colorful places and others so mystifying that every minute awaits different surprises. how i wish it was summer all year round. i have so much plans for the summer. i actually dont "feel" summer yet. maybe coz i dread the day it ends. the start of my senior year... how i wish i could stay in high school and not have to go to college. haha, 3rd year just finished and i'm already worrying bout 4th year... what the hell is wrong with me? there's so much i want to happen this summer... spontaneous and impulsive instances, stolen moments where there's always a capricious spirit in the air which makes it adventurous regardless of its unpredictability. haha... i dont think im making sense anymore. here's to a great summer filled with parties and drinks, feeling carefree, not having to think, sun, sand, and surf! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what the thought of the beach and of you can do to me... i feel like the whole world doesnt matter, well, that i'm willing to work it out with you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-111157580844210167?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111157580844210167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/111157580844210167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/03/freedom-at-last.html' title='freedom at last...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-110994595846519505</id><published>2005-03-15T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T18:27:33.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"taste, touch, hear, see everything is if for the first time. count stars. indulge yourself. go barefoot. let go of a worry. take a chance. hope. play. relive a memory. dare to dream. watch the clouds. listen to the wind. sing. dance. laugh out loud..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i long for summer... cant wait to lounge on a beach chair, to sit by the pool, to feel the sand between my toes, to feel the waves crash into me, to get wasted, to get tan lines! haha! 168 hours... 7 days... 1 more week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have neglected my blog... i am at a loss for emotions. after all the rage and anger, there is nothing... nothing but the desire to free myself from all my secular worries and live again...not to mention i didnt have the time. life's been a boring blah! there are occassional crazy moments...occassional and not sustainable! (eck! histo!) i need my life back... i have lost it to school... how sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss training. I'm not used to getting home early anymore or not seeing roanna, mic, tricia, robin, cam, vica, joey, wanie, tetel, kitkat, mela, ericka, poli, lian, eli, therese, maki, ikat, chiara, maui, karina and janna everyday. i miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HARDCOURT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! see, unlike others, we see hardcourt as family, not a means to gain popularity nor as an obligation we have to fulfill. feeling a twitch of anger again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of mismatched thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i long to escape reality and disappear with you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-110994595846519505?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/110994595846519505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/110994595846519505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/03/summer.html' title='summer...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-110985253338011126</id><published>2005-03-03T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T18:26:16.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>undeserved championships...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;funny how i started a blog just to rant... haha! :D more ranting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogs... funny isnt it how we find out about certain things through blogs? how people think... how they're so stupid to believe that they truly deserved that championship. they cant even accept the fact that we were good, BETTER. yes, the lifters greatly helped our routine but our dances were the shit as well! pinaparinggan pa kami? sure, the trophy isnt ours, nor the title... but it's just a formality, meaningless and worthless when given under biased conditions. we're overconfident daw... nagpaparining daw... can't take defeat daw. we could have taken defeat well, thank you very much... if we lost to a worthy opponent deserving of the title. can you even truly say that we were in fact defeated? nagpaparinig? look who's talking. overconfident? and you're not? yes, everyone will see the truth on studo 23 (4pm! watch it!) ... that we were, in truth, better. you felt the chills, you were in awe... admit it. our dances were better, so were our stunts, pep squad was great... you really believe you deserved that championship? that you won it fair and square? it's nothing but a stolen championship... it means nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes it worse is when you cant even depend on your own schoolmates for support... sure, you said we were deserving, thanks for that. thanks for saying that we've improved. but saying we expected too much and that we're mapride? that you were ashamed of us? how dare you... you're even lower than them... thanks a lot! tss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me arrogant, call me bitter... i dont care. sorry for the uh... strong (?) words. i'm just speaking my mind... the truth, what many fail to see and others just wont accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hey hey! YOU know it! who shakes the best? &lt;strong&gt;AC's THE BEST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-110985253338011126?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/110985253338011126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/110985253338011126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/03/undeserved-championships.html' title='undeserved championships...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159882.post-110975587960914163</id><published>2005-02-27T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T11:25:01.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the need to rant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;wow, i have a blog... this is so not me. it's just different this time around... i can no longer keep it in... i need to rant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GALS competition... the event we've all been waiting for. A whole year of training summed up in a ten minute routine. The chance to prove ourselves, to own up to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AC HARDCOURT&lt;/span&gt; legacy of being champions, has finally come. As the crowd cheered and the music played... it was bliss. I felt nothing but the chills we were giving off, the desire to win and the passion and love i had for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HARDCOURT&lt;/span&gt;. Our routine was great, practically flawless. the championship was definitely ours... what a loss the championship lay in the hands of 3 individuals... 3 individuals who dont share the same passion and love for cheering, for dancing... 3 indviduals who were blind to our talent, to the expectations we exceeded, to the limits and boundaries we were able to overcome... 3 incompetent individuals who know nothing about cheerleading in the first place... 3 biased judges who chose to reward a less deserving team. I have never felt so cheated my entire life! It's not fair! t's not fair that we were not given the championship we deserve. We were better... we were the BEST! Our stunts, our more complex stunts, went up, our dances sent chills, our smiles never faded. Sure, Poveda was good, but we were GREAT! They can never be satisfied with their championship knowing we deserved it. A biased undeserved championship is nothing. I dont understand what they saw in poveda, what they didnt see in ours! I saw passion, i saw desire, i saw teamwork and camaraderie, i saw LOVE... didnt they? The blood, the sweat, the pain we put into this... all put to waste, not being given the recognition we deserved. I may sound bitter, maybe even mayabang... but i'm not. I just know what we deserve and i hate it that we didnt get just that. We knew we were better. EVERYONE knew... knows that. No one could stop our tears...nothing could possibly console us... it's not ok, it's just not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HARDCOURT, title or no title, we know we're the true champions! We shake the best! We kicked ass hardcourt!Thanks for the great year! I love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Red! Black! White! That's right! So AC! Yeah! AC Yeah! We'll take it to the top! Hell yeah! Rock it! Shake it! Move it! Do it! We're gonna show you what we've got! AC's back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159882-110975587960914163?l=themagicaldragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/110975587960914163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159882/posts/default/110975587960914163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themagicaldragon.blogspot.com/2005/02/need-to-rant.html' title='the need to rant...'/><author><name>ChAr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829863082583098304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
