<?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-14747520</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:16:08.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reckless desire</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>timtams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722085106374909294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/tlukay/timtams.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14747520.post-114732882446545939</id><published>2006-05-10T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:27:04.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well..what is this blog shit? it's so damn damn damn condemning mehn! wah! the whole thing sickens me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arg..bullshit dota! bullshit! gulay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;penge gulay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arg..can't say anything good on the net..so much to do, so little time. arg..ARG! alak lang yan! heh! nothing positive is comin out of my friggin mouth..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe i should get out more!? NO WAY! im always OUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;err...hmm!? what to do!? what to do!? arg!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EWAN! NEXT TIME NALANG AMPUTA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ja ne! read my blog, it's a good start!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14747520-114732882446545939?l=tammicorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114732882446545939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14747520&amp;postID=114732882446545939' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/114732882446545939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/114732882446545939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/2006/05/well.html' title=''/><author><name>timtams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722085106374909294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/tlukay/timtams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14747520.post-112540430011776926</id><published>2005-08-30T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T05:08:58.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chaperon buddy and butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aug. 30, 2005, Tuesday. I have no classes today due to my schedule. Yup, you heard me, walang pasok ang AD 1-7 kapag Tuesday, inggit ka nu? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, I had to go to my esquela because I had to make asikaso my ID because I lost my ID and I had to get a new one. So and so and so, you can't really expect me to go to UST and &lt;strong&gt;'just' &lt;/strong&gt;claim a new ID..Xempre tumambay pa ako ng Mayric's, mawawala ba yun? Mayric's is like my favorite subject. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So and so and so...nothing much happened, except when I saw my favorite friend in Mayric's, Nisha Pilapil. Damn, I missed her. Anyways, hehe, my chaperon arrived and &lt;strong&gt;it was unbelievable na hindi xa literal na bangag ngayun. HEHE. Druggie kasi xa e. Even so, mabait yun. &lt;/strong&gt;We sorta made a deal na chaperon ko na xa dahil lang nung Saturday sinasamahan nia ko dun sa gig sa Vista Verde. Nga pala, sinu xa? Si Shem ^_^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aion, tambay lang sa Mayric's as always... When we finally decided to leave, Lois and Shem (classmates sila) said na dadaan pa raw sila ng Joli's (ang National Book Store sa gilid ng UST). I was sorta tinatamad kasi why the hell would I go to Joli's pa e medio madilim na. Then there was something that Shem said that made me go with them- &lt;strong&gt;"Tara kukuha tayu ng butterflies." &lt;/strong&gt;^_^ Xempre sama na ako..Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We arrived at Joli's then we made pasimple pa bago pumunta dun sa "ek ek" section ng Joli's. We slightly gawked at the ek ek's like we just graduated from kid's school. Shem asked me what color I like. I couldn't make up my mind because there were no orange butterflies. He was slightly helping me out... Then I saw the black ones. "Wow parang moth," yun yung na sa isip ko. I was about to pick it up when I saw the yellow ones. &lt;strong&gt;Go USTe. &lt;/strong&gt;Dilaw na lang. Then Shem took the yellow ones like it were pebbles at the side walk. Then he said, "tara."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yun na, we left Joli's and he gave me the stolen yellow butts. Haha. Nice ng chaperon ko nu? Ikaw, wala kang ganun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Malas mo! :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/14747520-112540430011776926?l=tammicorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112540430011776926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14747520&amp;postID=112540430011776926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112540430011776926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112540430011776926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/chaperon-buddy-and-butterflies.html' title='chaperon buddy and butterflies'/><author><name>timtams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722085106374909294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/tlukay/timtams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14747520.post-112349411204955118</id><published>2005-08-29T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T04:03:17.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn, am i drugged?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Aug. 28, 2005, Sunday. I went home about 10am because I slept over at Monjie's house. Oh well, my mum didn't yell at me when I got home (or not yet, at least.) After that, I fell into a deep slumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I woke up finding my mum ready to leave the house. Ako nanaman mag-isa sa bahay nito, oh well, &lt;strong&gt;I at least think that's nice.&lt;/strong&gt; Hehe. I had a sudden crave for noodles so xempre, nagluto ako. I stared at the boiling water, "hmm...tagal pa nito, internet muna ko."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next thing I knew, the sun began to set and I was singing like crazy in my bedroom with my door slightly opened ajar. I reckon my mum heard my growls that's why I found her by the door shutting me up. It pissed me off of course, so I just gave her a faint annoyed reply and I locked my door so she won't be able to bother me again. Geez &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After I grew tired of singing, I just lied on my bed leaving my door unlocked. My mum charged in and gave me a devilish angry look. She was nagging madly about the sauce pan I burned &lt;strong&gt;(now you know what happened with the noodles, haha! NASUNOG!).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I was still lying on my bed while she kept on screaming at me. I dunno what's going on with me but I suddenly felt something weird so I hid under the sheets. &lt;strong&gt;Take note: she's still there, shouting at me. &lt;/strong&gt;She felt her daughter being rude so she took off the sheet and kept on yelling at me. Astig nanay ko, &lt;strong&gt;screamo yun e! LOLZ. A&lt;/strong&gt; sarcastic smile suddenly drew in my lips and I began to chuckle slightly. A devilish expression (more devilish than before) grew in her face as she screamed, "bakit ka tumatawa?" I honestly didn't know what to answer, so I answered as honestly as I could, "wala lang." Then she suddenly blurted, &lt;strong&gt;"nagshashabu ka ba?"&lt;/strong&gt; Oh I wish I could say yes so that I have a believable reason why I was smiling when she was scolding me. Pero hindi e, I don't take drugs, though I wish I was... Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14747520-112349411204955118?l=tammicorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112349411204955118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14747520&amp;postID=112349411204955118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112349411204955118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112349411204955118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/damn-am-i-drugged.html' title='damn, am i drugged?'/><author><name>timtams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722085106374909294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/tlukay/timtams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14747520.post-112347735036475667</id><published>2005-08-08T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:21:24.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>singing the hell out of my soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Aug. 4, 2005, Thursday. I was walking again in a usual corridor at the 7th floor of Beato Angelico Building. Nothing special… I saw a familiar figure going inside one of the classrooms. The person I saw was very cute…and large. Yep, I think you know whom I am talking about. I shouted in the corridor (not minding my etiquette. Hek hek!) “BORJA!” Then as expected, he looked at me. I quickly asked, “sasama ka!?” His face stayed still; he kept his everyday phlegmatic facial expression and showed me his enormous bag. “YAAAAY!” I screamed in the corridor and quickly ran over to him and hugged him with glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew, I was in our classroom (room 701) and happen to receive my plate on that very hour… Can you guess what my grade was? Hek, 2! Yehe! I was contented because last time, I got 3.75! HAHAHA. Anyways, there I go, making my big escape out of Manago’s 4 chinky eyes. Well, like the great Tammi does, I just brought my bag with me and went straight for the door. HAHAHAHA. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easy does it…&lt;/span&gt; HEK! I went to the 3rd floor for my locker is there and I had to put my plate there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting on the floor in front of my locker, I texted “somebody.” I said, “Andito ako sa harap ng room niyo, hehehe…” I sorta waited a little for a sign of him… But…feeling stupid enough, I closed my locker with a sigh thinking that “he” won’t be showing up. I took a few steps towards the elevator… Then… I heard a familiar male voice. I looked to the left and there “he” was…walking towards my direction. I felt cheery inside but I kept my cool. When he passed by, he tapped me and went to his classroom. Geez. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after feeling a bit upset, I just looked again at the elevator, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slightly urging to leave the disappointing scene while also waiting for a glimpse of a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Well, I must’ve been a good girl today, considering I cut my class again, because God was nice enough to make me wait long enough in front of the elevator… ^_^ “He” approached me and said, “Sorry a, di ako makakasama kasi dami ko pang gagawin e. La pa nga akong tulog e.” I was like ‘Awww.. Wawa ka naman..’ inside. Then I replied, “hehe.. ayus lang yan.” Then I sorta played a little with his eyeglasses. Cute ng eyes niya. ^o^ Then a quick sound was heard ‘ting!’ …Awww… so soon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I was wishing that the elevators would get broken so that I have to stay even for just a bit longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; But, it’s the way things are. I had to go and we waved bye bye to each other. Bye Diestro. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pretty soon, we were at McDonalds in Intramuros, we had to meet our Mapuan pals. Sister Oka was already there and we were talking Bisaya. It’s fun. Try it. ^_^ Sister Oka and I even went to 7 Eleven and had my self look like a fool cuz I was doing a pretty bad job with my hotdogs. “Naku dung! Yung hat dug!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Before I knew it, we were already in the van and I was sitting next to Sister Oka. We were on the road to Valenzuela. I was with Ate Bat Bat, L.J (Ate Bat’s bf ^o^), Ate Ciel (Ate Bat’s friend), Jason, Borja (aka Monty), Roc, Sister Oka and Rinna. Too bad Jem wasn’t there. While in the van, I was having a great time singing (or… growling ^_^).&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I was illumining to be like Kathy Tailor. Hek! I reckon I was doing a pretty good job making my audience cover their ears.&lt;/span&gt; HEK! THEY DON’T KNOW THE TRUE ART OF SINGING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;After an estimated 2 hour ride, we finally arrived at Carinos Resort in Valenzuela. Immediately, nahain agad ang handaan ni Ate Bat Bat- ang Redhorse. ^o^ Naku dung, ber bily nanaman eto! I was happy enough when I finished my first bottle. Oh yeah, Ate Mae and Rap Rap were there narin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The four guys, Jason, Roc, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Borja and Borja,&lt;/span&gt; went for swimming. Di naman sila maxado excited nu? And so and so and so… There were peeps that are swimming, there were some that are drinking and singing. Everyone (I think) was having a swell time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I didn’t really plan to go swimming, but I just found my self in Kuya Rap Rap’s car because Ate Ciel was going to lend me her clothes (…so I can swim.) While in the car, I heard Ate Mae say, “O Ciel, ok ka pa ba?” I can’t recall her answer but I heard Kuya Rap say “Si Tammi, ok na ok pa!” which made me wake up. Man, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was slightly snoozing in his car. Taena kasi, tumira nanaman ng Redhorse. Arg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14747520-112347735036475667?l=tammicorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112347735036475667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14747520&amp;postID=112347735036475667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112347735036475667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112347735036475667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/singing-hell-out-of-my-soul_08.html' title='singing the hell out of my soul'/><author><name>timtams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722085106374909294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/tlukay/timtams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14747520.post-112347823824446452</id><published>2005-08-08T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:20:43.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>singing the hell out of my soul..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(continuation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so and so and so… I was exchanging texts again with Diestro and I remember my self telling him na bangenge ako. I dunno if he was really mad but he replied “tigil mo na nga yan!” Anyways.. Like a “Tammi doing”, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nagswimming ako ng may amats!&lt;/span&gt; Borja and Rinna were watching me get my self drowned. Pero duh, magaling to, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muntik lang ako malunod. HEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After tiring my self, I made my way to the room they rented. I saw Oka sleeping. HAHA. Tumba na yung bakla! Roc was also there in the room and he saw me lying beside Oka. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was so damn sleepy due to my amats.&lt;/span&gt; I was sorta wetting the sheets because duh, galing ako sa swimming pool. Roc was insisting (and slightly carrying me) that I should leave the bed because I was wet. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grr! &lt;/span&gt;I was so sleepy, exasperated, annoyed and irritated; I got up and took my bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When my bath moments were about to end, I heard Roc and Borja calling for me. I got a little irritated again and exited the bathroom. “Ano!?” I quickly blurted. Roc wasn’t there, so Borja answered, “minura ka daw ata ni Diestro.” I raised my eyebrow cuz I know he wouldn’t do that to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to the room and saw Roc there sitting beside the sleeping Oka. “Minura ako?” I asked. “Eto, tignan mo.” He replied and handed me my phone. After reading the condemned message sent by Diestro, I just laughed. I actually liked the message, really. The message was “hoy tae ka ahh.. Anung bangenge ka diyan tigilan mo na nga yang inum na yan!” See? Anung mura dun? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People really shouldn’t be meddling with other people’s phones, and if ever they do, no unnecessary over-reactions please? &lt;/span&gt;It’s pissing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, after that, Ate Ciel entered the room informing us that they ordered another case of Redhorse and they already started drinking. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even if we were addicted to that liquor, haay chong, tulog muna kami, pede?&lt;/span&gt; But…That sorta didn’t happen, we went downstairs then started drowning ourselves with Redhorse again…while singing. Oka was very ma-emo and was singing Emo songs nonstop. Hek, ako rin, panay Saydie. Roc was also singing his songs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good thing, we three are the only ones who have the guts to sing on the mic, kasi kung pati yung iba gusto rin kumanta, naku dung, pela-pela sa maykropun niyan! &lt;/span&gt;Hehe… When the two got tired of singing, nasolo ko yung mic. I was singing gleefully like there was no one else in sight. I was actually imagining that I was performing on stage, with my own band and that I was the vocalist. Hek! Libre naman mangarap diba? Hehe… &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn, I was growling like hell… ^o^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pretty soon, it was time for us to go and Rinna found out that she lost her phone. Too bad… Anwyays, we went to Mapua after that because Ate Bat Bat and the other Mapuans are going to watch a concert in their University. Oka and I were having a good time teasing the people we see there because some were dressed up like hella rockistas (oh shet!).. We were laughing the hell out of us while saying, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Taena Sponge Cola sinaslam! WAHAHAHA!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, Rinna, Oka and I decided to go to Elsen’s house kasi along the way naman e… Elsen was sorta shocked to see us. He said, “o! Bakit kayu andito?” Even if I was there; in his house, I can’t stop thinking about…well…basta “xa..” Some of you know him, I know! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain had stopped, we left his house and went home. Grabe, antagal naming nakaupo ni Rinna sa jeep. Grabs.. It was a very tiring night. I got home about 11:30pm. &gt;_&lt; &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/14747520-112347823824446452?l=tammicorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112347823824446452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14747520&amp;postID=112347823824446452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112347823824446452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112347823824446452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/singing-hell-out-of-my-sou_112347823824446452.html' title='singing the hell out of my soul..'/><author><name>timtams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722085106374909294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/tlukay/timtams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14747520.post-112347507548457662</id><published>2005-08-08T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:32:43.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FICTIONAL REALITY (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;by: Disturbed Tammi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;PART 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    A person sitting on a stone bench; a person with long shiny red hair; a person with negative emotions on her face; a girl…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; There she is, just sitting there, glaring at the ground like it’s all she wants to see or her blue eyes just doesn’t want to look somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; It’s raining. But still, she just sat there. Tayumi, that’s her name, which had called her for 16 years. And she doesn’t seem to get tired of it, or maybe beginning to…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; It’s nighttime already; it’s dark; and she still sits there - on the stone bench, under the rain, under the dark clouds that covered the moon that could be the only source of her light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Her fists are shut tight over her knees; her head is tilted down, unrevealing her face to the scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; …What’s the matter with her? …An obvious phrase could be related to the answer - love hurts; love lost. …Another person joined in the scene bringing an umbrella with him. That person walked over to Tayumi and said, “Excuse me? You’re soaked.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Tayumi heard the man talking to her. Acting so rudely, she didn’t get up to meet the man; she just stayed still - still looking at the ground that now has been occupied by two feet. She just plainly stared into his shoes then to his socks. …His socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    “I know that.” She finally responded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; The guy slightly rolled his eyes and indifference plastered his face. How strange to find someone alone in the garden in the middle of the campus. And even stranger, this person is a girl, a female, a lady, a woman, who is recently acting so stubborn. “Ehem…” he added his voice along the sound of the rain. “Would you like to share my umbrella?” he offered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Again, the sound of the rain was the only thing that’s left. It took a couple of minutes before a respond from her could be heard, “…not really.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; ‘How stubborn…’ he thought. He raised his eyebrow not exactly knowing what to say next. He half expected her to react that way…but due to the rain and the lack of comfort of the scene, he sort of expected her to react positively - by taking his offer. Even so, she didn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    “I’m fine.” She said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    “You don’t seem like it.” He argued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;She tightened her fists and felt a little irritancy. She knows he’s just being concerned but she already said no, why keep on insisting? “I am!” she raised her voice a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; ‘So stubborn…’ he thought. Like the obvious, he just said, “ok ok. Take care, miss. You might get sick.” Then his next and last word followed, “bye.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; After that, the guy left the scene. Then once again, Tayumi was left alone in the garden placed in the middle of the campus. She sort of loved it there - even if it’s dark and raining. She also fancied the campus, even if it’s sort of far away from her house, she still feels positive towards it - University of Funko Po-ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Finally, she decided to leave the stone bench. She stood. Her height is nearly 5’2. She walked nonchalantly towards the campus gates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Tayumi really found it hard to go home - considering the rain. It takes her 1 hour and 30 minutes to go home - that’s the average duration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; She waited by the street outside the campus for a cab. …Before she knew it, 10 minutes have already passed and still no sign of a cab. &lt;love&gt; Then a filthy bus happened to pass by and she raised her hand to call it. As the bus stopped in front of her, mud splashed at her. “DARN!” she exclaimed in anger. &lt;love&gt; She stepped on the bus. She looked around and found no vacant seat. No choice, she had to stand up. Before she could take a grip on a bar, the bus rapidly moved. It nearly made her fall to the ground. &lt;love&gt;&lt;/love&gt;&lt;/love&gt;&lt;/love&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;love&gt;&lt;love&gt;&lt;love&gt; All the while she was in the bus, she couldn’t think of something else but her misfortune in the crappy game of love. Love hurts; love lost. A man she nearly fell in love with left her for another woman. She did everything while the other did nothing, but still, she won his heart and Tayumi just got hurt. Life is so unfair.&lt;/love&gt;&lt;/love&gt;&lt;/love&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;love&gt;&lt;love&gt;&lt;love&gt;After her exhausting uncomfortable ride, she finally got home with her face soaked in rain…or tears? It couldn’t be determined.&lt;/love&gt;&lt;/love&gt;&lt;/love&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/14747520-112347507548457662?l=tammicorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112347507548457662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14747520&amp;postID=112347507548457662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112347507548457662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112347507548457662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/fictional-reality-part-1.html' title='FICTIONAL REALITY (part 1)'/><author><name>timtams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722085106374909294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/tlukay/timtams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14747520.post-112297777683618197</id><published>2005-08-02T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T03:41:39.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a way to start the week (redhorse and rain)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Aug. 1, 2005, Monday. It was about 3pm when I felt the everyday pain coming once again- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boredom.&lt;/span&gt; I hate being bored and I especially hate it when it is mixed with an exasperating defensive Algebra Professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to listen to some music with my mp3 player. And because the headphone I used was too big, the professor immediately noticed it and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asked my classmate to tell me to remove it because I probably didn’t hear him. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt; Too bad, Marc Abaya was singing in my ears that time. Oh well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 hour and 30 minutes, finally, the Professor called for a 15-minute break. After that break, the classes will resume. Ack! But I didn’t fall for it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no, I did not! Hehe.&lt;/span&gt; During the break, I quickly grabbed my bag and my canister and immediately made my way out of the classroom while the Professor wasn’t looking. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok, there goes Tammi again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not that stupid to cut classes that stupidly ya know? Of course I asked my male classmate to pass my homework for me! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt; He’s a nice guy, (or more like a “good student”) I can trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes one of my hobbies. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cutting classes.&lt;/span&gt; I was on my to the elevator when my other classmate saw me and he said, “oi Tammi! Aalis ka na?” It was Mark (aka MARK TABAYA) who called out to me. There were negative looks on his face when I answered him “yeah!!” coolly. Then he replied, “Teka lang, sama na ako!” Hehe? …So I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got in the elevator, I told him that I’m going to Mayrics and he agreed to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another silly experience with Pops (aka MARK TABAYA) in the streets. He was like screaming at me for not to know how to cross streets properly. Duh? If only he knew that I’m really really good at it, but just didn’t show it, then he wouldn’t be screaming at me like that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at Mayrics, the first guy I saw was Kenneth and he told me that Roc was also in the bar. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/span&gt; I excitedly glided thru the bar and immediately saw my big pillow - Borja. Roc was also there, so is Vitug, Kenneth, Magda (???) and Tash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so and so and so. Hehe… We had a couple of drinks and it was so great cuz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all of it were free. Jan jan jan jan!!!&lt;/span&gt; Hehehe. I even got free beer from the other table. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was about nearly 6pm when we decided to leave Mayrics. And I was starting to feel dizzy due to the beer I had.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I sorta drank 3 bottles? &lt;/span&gt;When we arrived at the school, we met Jordan by the entrance and wooow it started to rain. Arg! If you think that it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; rain, well, you’re wrong! It was so heavy, dammit! We were like “Oh Taena!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had few arguments if we would go back inside the campus or not. After all the conversations under the heaviest-rain-ever, Borja, Roc and I are the only ones who decided to go back and the others insisted on fighting the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made to Angelico Beato Building, the CFAD and Architecture building. We were really really soaked in rain. Anyways, I saw some of my classmates at the ground floor (the ones that didn’t cut. Tss? So immature.. :p) I quickly noticed that Paul is also there so I asked Borja to call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of waiting, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(darn, did we really have to wait? It’s not like Paul and the others didn’t see us freezing outside, right?)&lt;/span&gt; Paul and Diestro came out. Hek hek. Paul half ignored me but Diestro exclaimed, “Anu ba yan!” and quickly dressed me up with his green jacket. Hek hek. ^o^ (Don’t smile just yet, this is going to be bitter…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain had stopped, we made our way to Legarda Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so and so and so… We met King and Angelica along the way. When I got in the train, I really can say that I’m tipsy - pero steady lang. We arrived at Katipunan Station and we rode an FX there. (Ayup! Hindi Jeep! ^o^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I was so dizzy that I just poured my coins onto my palm. Darn, I had a LOT of coins. Diestro picked out 20 coins from my palm and it was my payment for the FX. (Ayup talaga! FX!) Then it was just a fun steady kanchawan inside the FX. 4 kasi kami sa likod- me, Diestro, King and Angelica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Diestro was gone, (he told us na susunduin daw nia “bandmate” nia &lt;rolls&gt;) I felt my pain…Why? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kasi naiihi na ako e! Ihing ihi na!&lt;/span&gt; I was really eager to go home (and pee ^o^) and I was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“wala! Walang Olive! WALA!”&lt;/span&gt; And when I rode the tricycle, I was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Rancho 1, Longhorn! PAKILIBILISAN!”&lt;/span&gt; Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fine, right? So why bitter, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at my house and felt all the dizziness I got from my 3 bottles (and pee ^o^). I grabbed my phone and texted “him.” Sorry, can’t reveal the exact details on the Internet. Di na ko lasing e. :p ..So eion, I mentioned there that I sorta doubt him. Then he replied. But I only received the one-third of his message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating dinner, I slept. ^o^ I woke up about 12 midnight and started typing this “blog post”… And while typing.., there.., I got to read the whole message. Don’t ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/rolls&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14747520-112297777683618197?l=tammicorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112297777683618197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14747520&amp;postID=112297777683618197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112297777683618197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112297777683618197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/way-to-start-week-redhorse-and-rain.html' title='a way to start the week (redhorse and rain)'/><author><name>timtams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722085106374909294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/tlukay/timtams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14747520.post-112295138231297061</id><published>2005-08-02T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T03:09:23.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exciting but exhausting (saturday surprise)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;July 30, 2005, Saturday. There goes again. My pain. It was disturbing me again. My tummy pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I was hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I was in the middle of my irritating English class. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; (yeah you hear me, I called her teacher!) was treating us like high school, DAMMIT! I was exchanging texts with Bryan (AKA The Walking Stick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;lolz&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;) and we agreed to eat breakfast somewhere outside the campus. I exited the classroom while the teacher was discussing something. Tss, like I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Bryan and I went for sisig that morning and I felt a slight tummy pain. Arg! We were away from class for like 45 minutes already and we finally decided to go back. But then my classmate texted me saying that I shouldn’t go back to class just yet because some of my classmates were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;pinapagalitan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; by our teacher (Taena, high school amp! DAMMIT!) and I might get included with the unfortunate ones. So there, I stayed in the Pavilion to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;When it was break time, I met up with my classmates and they told me that they had a seatwork. Tss, like I care? I joined in the class and the classes resumed. We (or they) had another seatwork. Darn, I was like “eenie minie moe” ponyeta! I didn’t get to listen to the lecture so probably, I’m gonna fail this test. Tss, like I care? (again?) That 2nd seatwork was considered more like a quiz, ponyeta! So, while on the quiz, Tammi goes mp3 while answering. It didn’t help, but it was keeping my cool. Arg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;When the teacher finally hindered us from answering the cursed test, I used my evil eye and copied some of my seatmate’s answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Dalawa lang nakopya ko, ponyeta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ok, after the checking (high school talaga. DAMMIT!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I realized that I got 0!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Arg! But good thing I copied my seatmate’s answers and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I got 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Arg! Then without thinking twice, without minding the teacher in front of me, I used my mighty hand to change my answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;There! I got 10 na! … 10 out of 30! DAMMIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ok ok, like the saying goes, don’t cry over spilled milk, but cry over spilled Redhorse… or something like that… I just took my mind off the cursed test and listen to more musika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Next class, Pinoy. Our Pinoy Professor is very slow (as in SLOW!) that some students exclaim behind him “Slow Mo!” As in, short for ‘Slow Motion’. Like a usual thing I do, I shouted “SLOW MO!” in front of him. Did I get punished? Nah… He’s slow e. ^o^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So finally, my Saturday classes for the week are done and the next thing I knew, I’m in Katips with Jason and exchanging texts with Diestro. Do I have to include here our messages??? Uh… Wak na! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Jason and I decided to hang out in Select muna kasi di pa ok sa ARDZ. He was so generous that he bought me a can of Redhorse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Yey! Free beer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Wihi! ^o^ We just chatted there and Rinna arrived. We talked a little about my x. They were like “Taena yung gagong yun e!” Hehe. I’m so happy I have friends who can say na gago x ko. It really makes my day. ^o^ Anyways, Jem arrived shortly and we started talking about our kagaguhans in life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;not minding the girl behind us reading a big Bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; But we weren’t sure if it was a Bible though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Jem was initiating his transformation. Kapag pass 6pm, bakla na raw xa. He was so funny, he went, “Ayyy yung bird ni Jaju, kumindat sakin!” along with his gay accents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;We decided to go to ARDZ na and we hanged out there. While we were making kulit on the couch considering na may konting amats ako, I noticed that there were few people outside. I told Rinna to come along with me for I reckon that Roc may be outside. She agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;While we were walking towards the glass door, I noticed someone sitting outside and thought, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;“Wuy, kamukha ni Nero o!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Then Rinna exclaimed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;“Tammi, si Nero o!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Then I replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;“Uu nga e, kamukha ni Nero…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; So then, we went outside and I sat next to the Nero-look-alike. I watched him yap thru his phone then I blurted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;“Tangina mo anung ginagawa mo dito!?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Yup, it really was Nero. I was surprised, shocked, excited, happy.. Darn! Can’t tell how much he lightened me up by surprisingly showing up! But I sure can tell na maghahanap nanaman ng inuman to si Oka (AKA Nero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;for&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;)! …exciting! He was with a short girl named Pute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;After a few walks and goof offs, the gig at ARDZ started and we are finally accompanied by Ate Bat Bat and Roc (the musician of the night sa tropa namin. Hihi!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And so and so and so… I just found my self greeting old friends. I was in front of ARDZ, and saw Jom. I went in and saw a few familiar Scholastican faces. In front of the stage (or more like a performing corner.. tever..???), I noticed my classmate watching the gig and I was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;“Chukiiieee!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; and noticed that Memer was also with him. We started watching the gig of an unknown band and noticed another friend coming my way. I stood up to meet Simon. After a few hours, the Scholasticans were leaving and I noticed the men with them - I waved at Rigo and laughed the hell out of me when I saw Segis. Lolz. They even said that Makhoy was also in ARDZ but I didn’t make an effort to see him… Tss, like I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It was fun there at Katips, Pute and Nero mentioned that Katips looks like a province. Dami daw puno! Haha! Mga taga-Maynila talaga o dung! Anyways, even if I was already with Oka that long, I still can’t believe that he is with us, with my barkada, in ARDZ! He said that he only went with Pute because he knew that Rinna and I would be there. Rinna and I were like “awwwww.” :x ^_^ Such a sweet thing my sister Oka did, noh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;After the rock music and Colt mixed together, Jason asked me if he could put his sim in my phone. I was hesitant but I agreed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ok ok, nice decision Tammi, my phone got busted. Ack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; And Jason was over reacting by giving me his phone. I ignored it and borrowed Jom’s. When I put my sim in his 7650 (Shux, I miss my 7650 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sob&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;), a message came in. Yup yup, I was once again exchanged text messages with Diestro. He asked me if I could go to Jepoy’s (Jeffrey Paragas) house. I agreed because Jepoy is my neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Finally, Jason and Ate Bat Bat’s mum arrived about a little pass 10pm. It was sad because I had to say goodbye to my sister Oka but somehow, I kinda felt excited. Uhh… Siguro naman may idea na kayu kung bakit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Pretty soon, I found my self looking at Jepoy’s gate. There’s nothing unusual with it… Pero wala lang, it’s blue e! HEHE. A man came out and I asked for Jepoy immediately. He said that they left. I was acting cool with what the old man said but deep inside, I was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;“Ack! Ano? Hindi puedeng mag-gala sila nu! HELL NO WAY!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; But the man mentioned that they just went out for yosi… Right… Yosi…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Then Tabo (Nico Tabones) arrived. He just came from Pampanga. He was also looking for Jepoy. We waited for them - Jepoy, Diestro, and I dunno who the hell the others are. We chatted while waiting. 10 minutes have passed and we were starting to run out of topics to discuss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;20 minutes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;25 minutes… Then I started to rest my head… I was sleepy and a bit drunk… Arg…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;30 minutes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;40 minutes… Tabo woke me up and told me to go home nalang. Ok, so that’s what I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Arg, muntik na ko makatulog sa kalye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I was like “Taena mo Diestro, wag ka magpapakita sakin!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I arrived at my house about 12:45am and tried to call his phone. But it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;“The subscriber shit cannot be reached, pota please try again later taena.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I assumed that he is out of battery charge so I just sent him a text message, slightly pouring my grudge. Haah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Then off I went to dream land. I woke up at 12 noon the next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sob&gt;&lt;/for&gt;&lt;/lolz&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14747520-112295138231297061?l=tammicorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112295138231297061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14747520&amp;postID=112295138231297061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112295138231297061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112295138231297061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/exciting-but-exhausting-saturday.html' title='exciting but exhausting (saturday surprise)'/><author><name>timtams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722085106374909294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/tlukay/timtams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14747520.post-112234363037776468</id><published>2005-07-26T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T04:06:05.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tequila in my tummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;July 25, 2005, Monday. I woke up in an unusual room. But I was positively sure that I’ve slept there before. So there, I woke up in “Ate Mae” Mae Galiste’s room. It was about 7:30 am and I felt so dizzy. I rarely get this kind of headache, but what the heck, it is also not my 1st time to get a hang over. Last night was incredible. I went to Libis with Rinna, Ate Mae, Ate Kat, Jason, Roc, Aries, Kuya Rap Rap, Kuya Noel, Manong Cam, and Kuya Paeng. I just met the last three I mentioned. They are grown ups and had lots of bucks in their pockets. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chiching!&lt;/span&gt; Well, as I was saying, I’ve never felt my head this heavy before, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tangina kasi naka-apat na mug ako ng Redhorse.&lt;/span&gt; I’m only a kid so 4 mugs are too many for me. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a few morning laughs with the Bobo-Man-Super-Cum-Laude &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jem&lt;/span&gt;, I finally made my decision to go home for Ate Mae had another gimmick plans running on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I quickly made my way to the bathroom cuz I was dying to take a bath. And guess what, while I was on my way, I’ve encountered irritating shouts from my mum. Tss, I just halfly ignored her then took my well-deserved bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of it, I just found my self sitting in front of a computer shop - BMC. I was waiting for Ate Mae and the others. I waited and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darn, antagal nila. Asan na ba sila?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after 12 minutes or so, they have finally arrived. I stepped in the car and noticed we had a new companion and he was holding a “The Vinci Code” book. I was like “woi Justin, peram!” Justin is Jason’s twin brother, but good thing they don’t look the same. Don’t ask me who’s cuter. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we knew it, we were in Manong Cam’s condominium in Katipunan. It was fun there, had a couple of drinks again. Arg, di na ba ko mawawalan ng alcohol sa katawan? Anyways, it was sorta fun because I managed to make baby Justin drink a few drops of Redhorse. HAHA. He is just about my age but he always goes, “I don’t drink. Laro nalang ako sa bahay.” - another great B.I. accomplishment made by me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon, we left the condo. I looked at my wristwatch and went “Taena 4pm na and I’m still thinking about lunch!” So, we took our “lunch” at Celebrity Club about 4:30 pm. I was kinda full when we started eating and I really felt my tummy getting bigger. But what the heck, sige sisig pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great things happened cuz I felt warmth in my tummy when we took 5 shots of Tequila. I didn’t get to see the brand though, but it costed around 2000 pesos. Ate Mae was sorta playing while doing her tanggera job and I heard kuya Noel exclaim “Woi! Ayusin mo nga yan! Bawat patak nian sampung piso!” Darn, anu kami? Umiinum ng ginto? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hell…&lt;/span&gt; Aga naming maglasingan nu? We all know that I look younger than my age and it’s kinda awkward to see a girl like me drinking Tequila, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but if I’m defined as “bata” then pano pa c baby Justin?&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. Yeah, he didn’t like my best-friend-walang-iwanan Redhorse but he sure liked the Tequila. Ganyan ba panlasa ng mga big time? Buti pa ako, tunay. HAHA. Pero tunay rin xa kasi we had fun watching Card Captor Sakura. Rinna was also there enjoying the show. Galing ako e, I called for the waiter to switch the channel to Animax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was getting dark and everyone was feeling the effect of Tequila, especially me and Rinna. I was chatting with Justin until I felt loneliness conquering every inch of me. Guess what kung anu nangyari? I burst into tears in Rinna’s shoulders. She asked why. My words weren’t that clear but siyempre, Rinna pa, nagkakaintindihan kami nian. I said that I don’t like a man telling me I’m pretty because it feels like beauty is all I have. Ganda lang. It’s better to be ugly because life would be peaceful. I cried so much that my eyes got swollen. Rinna cried with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of it, I’m fine again. Few things also happened but I’ll just keep it to my self (but for the others na andun din, alam na nila yun). It was so fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us were emotional throughout the night. Ate Kat and Ate Mae sang a lot on stage. I couldn’t join them because I was too shy and we all know that I suck at singing. E bakit ba? Growl ang linya ko! HAHA. UST Growling Tiger to. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great Monday until I found my cell phone missing. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 26, 2005, Tuesday, I woke up with a negative look on my face. I couldn’t sleep well last night. Like another usual thing I’d do, I sent messages to some of my friends saying “Good Morning. 1 bad day comin up for me.” &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And because everyone loves me, isa lang nagreply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jestro asked me why. I told him my other cell phone was missing (the one I use with Globe). And my frown grew when he told me na hindi ko na raw makukuha uli yung phone ko. Darn. But Justin reasoned na baka staff member nakakuha nun kasi wala namang halos na ibang tao sa coffee shop. So there, I just hope I get my phone again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I slightly had the corner of my eye on you even when I was with my boyfriend last year. I never thought you’d somehow return the same feeling.&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/14747520-112234363037776468?l=tammicorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112234363037776468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14747520&amp;postID=112234363037776468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112234363037776468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112234363037776468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/tequila-in-my-tummy.html' title='tequila in my tummy'/><author><name>timtams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722085106374909294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/tlukay/timtams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14747520.post-112211958387123150</id><published>2005-07-23T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T06:28:06.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the gloomy girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;July 23, 2005, Saturday, I woke up a bit late cuz I wasn’t in the right mood to go to school. I sorta started the day by texting some friends- one of them was “Tope” Christopher Viray. He sorta mentioned that Lani, his girlfriend, and him were together yesterday because it was July 22. My eyes slightly widened because I really really failed to notice the extraordinary spot about July 22- it is simply the number… Yep, you got it, my X and I also shared the same number and I totally failed to realize that yesterday could have been our 11th month anniversary. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This just shows that I’m really over him and there’s no more special thing inside of me for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed at that thought. It felt like I never had a boyfriend. For the past 8 friggin months, it felt like I never celebrated its every 22nd day. Then Tope stated that my X didn’t show me how much important I was to him, and maybe that’s the reason why I feel this way right now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tope and I talked a bit more about some other things… But I reckon, I’m just gonna keep it a secret. I can’t put it on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it’s just another common experience in school. But after it was sorta fun. I went to SM San Lazaro for the first time with a couple of friends- Oka, Ey, Bryan, Yulo (newfound friend ^_^) We window shopped and drank beer. What kind of beer you ask? Well, what else? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edi Redhorse.&lt;/span&gt; Duh? I just drank one can and got tipsy already due to lack of food in my tummy. Meaning to say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gutom ako nung uminum ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for us to go home, I, of course, rode the train, but this time, I had someone to accompany me- Yulo! I’ve been gloomy all the time we were in the train. I sure hope he didn’t feel indifferent about me. Hehe. Who would want to ride on a train with someone gloomy by your side? Well, I couldn’t help it… Honestly speaking, there isn’t much running on my mind that time, and I didn’t frown for nothing… I just didn’t feel like smiling, that’s all. I dunno why, or I guess I do know why. But still, it’s really silly to feel depressed (and I mean, super depressed) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you just knew the guy for only 3 weeks!&lt;/span&gt; (To those who are reading this right now and do know who I am referring to, well, xempre xa nanaman diba! Tammi, hanggang blog ba, xa parin ang kwento mo? HAHA.) So… Maybe I was just simply gloomy, but “he’s” not accurately the cause. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tammi is just plain gloomy, that’s all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, after the train ride with my newfound friend Yulo, I managed to get on a jeep for I don’t want to ride an FX cuz jeeps are half cheaper. HEHE. During my cheap jeep ride, I felt my head getting heavier. So, like a usual thing I’d do, I slept on the vehicle! HAHA. But of course, I didn’t go to dream land. I was just half asleep. Good thing, nothing was stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after all that, I finally got home. And it’s such a bummer cuz I looked up Card Captor Sakura on TV and it’s not on air. ARG, I’ve been missing it for the past 2 days already due to my schedule in school. But I’m still happy with my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go USTe!&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/14747520-112211958387123150?l=tammicorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112211958387123150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14747520&amp;postID=112211958387123150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112211958387123150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14747520/posts/default/112211958387123150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammicorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/gloomy-girl.html' title='the gloomy girl'/><author><name>timtams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722085106374909294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/tlukay/timtams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
