<?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-1245549549543251509</id><updated>2011-11-26T19:33:52.898-08:00</updated><category term='Anime'/><category term='Reminders'/><category term='quarters..'/><category term='People'/><category term='haha.....'/><category term='Haiku'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='song...'/><category term='grades...'/><category term='Memoirs'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='BW'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='greetings'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='chapters...'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='love'/><category term='Announcement'/><category term='relations..'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>2-Pignatelli</title><subtitle type='html'>Official English 2 Class Blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</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>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-4323941661882448783</id><published>2011-05-30T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T09:24:50.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! hahahaha. ka ancient na nitong site ba. to think, 4 years ago ito. almost as long as highschool itself. hahaha. natawa ako sa post ni motts, kayy natuloy ba? :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-4323941661882448783?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4323941661882448783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=4323941661882448783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4323941661882448783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4323941661882448783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2011/05/hello-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Francis Damaso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560886496157035121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fe-KUYE77_k/TSRm9mbNhAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ksvJPffuz2k/S220/DSC03087-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-1417339419031437026</id><published>2011-05-30T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T06:50:25.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! mag-2nd year college na tayo! yaaaaay! reunion tayo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-1417339419031437026?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1417339419031437026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=1417339419031437026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1417339419031437026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1417339419031437026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2011/05/hello-mag-2nd-year-college-na-tayo.html' title=''/><author><name>MaFFy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435969899624318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-8888837204722733476</id><published>2009-10-14T05:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:40:41.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIGNATS!!! :]</title><content type='html'>ISLAND HOPPING DAT RIGHT AFTER GRADUATION HA? :)) Lets go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about lunch together? Plan kayo. Ill come@ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-8888837204722733476?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8888837204722733476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=8888837204722733476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8888837204722733476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8888837204722733476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2009/10/pignats.html' title='PIGNATS!!! :]'/><author><name>Mottie (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16780241359554764443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb8TfR5i9xg/Sg0Scc92DaI/AAAAAAAAADY/3om9h7r9Hfs/S220/DSC02886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-1623932310401961905</id><published>2009-05-15T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:20:14.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA. i miss all of you. reunion dapat! go na! hahahaha. okay, the real reason why i posted is to promote my blog. lol. i get bored sometimes (well, most of the time) and i tend to write blogs when i do, but it's kinda lonely when only 3-4 people view my blog. so here it is, damasofrancis58.blogspot.com&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please leave comments before you leave my page. thanksss. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-1623932310401961905?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1623932310401961905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=1623932310401961905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1623932310401961905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1623932310401961905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2009/05/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Francis Damaso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560886496157035121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fe-KUYE77_k/TSRm9mbNhAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ksvJPffuz2k/S220/DSC03087-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-7762651936088410968</id><published>2009-05-13T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:04:42.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIGNATS!!</title><content type='html'>ive read some of your blogs guyss, yes DAMXX buhayin natin!! aii. hahaha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i miss this class. Imagine us being seniors in just less than a month. Then ten months later we'd be going to different colleges na. Time flies so faaast and i cant help but think of what possible &lt;em&gt;"best highschool memories"&lt;/em&gt; i had but of course my sophomore year is one of the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you always guys, and keep posting. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-7762651936088410968?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7762651936088410968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=7762651936088410968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7762651936088410968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7762651936088410968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2009/05/pignats.html' title='PIGNATS!!'/><author><name>Mottie (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16780241359554764443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb8TfR5i9xg/Sg0Scc92DaI/AAAAAAAAADY/3om9h7r9Hfs/S220/DSC02886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-5931464835223289964</id><published>2009-04-25T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T07:21:34.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA.</title><content type='html'>BUHAYIN NATIN TOH ULIT!! hahaha. lol. buti pa c maffy oh nag post. post din kayo ulit. if ever may pignat na bumabasa pa dito. haha. wish me luck guys. i'm applying for a job. my first ever job. hahaha. d xa summer job, actually job tlga as in trabaho. lol. para may xtra pera naman pang laag. anyway, good luck to me. lawl. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-5931464835223289964?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5931464835223289964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=5931464835223289964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/5931464835223289964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/5931464835223289964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2009/04/haha.html' title='HAHA.'/><author><name>Francis Damaso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560886496157035121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fe-KUYE77_k/TSRm9mbNhAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ksvJPffuz2k/S220/DSC03087-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-7298034184815583661</id><published>2009-04-10T04:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T04:50:13.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OHMY. HAHAHHA</title><content type='html'>Pignats? aie. grbe buhay p pla to? buti nalang nagdaan ako sa blog ni dams at naalala ko to. By the way dams, galing mo mag-english, nosebleed! hahahaha!! pde ba html d2? try ko nga. &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;PIGNATS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;. SENIORS NA TALAGA TAYO!! ohmy. tpos college...tpos trabaho...tpos family? aie. tpos..trabaho..trabaho..tpos death...aie... pero after nyan, heaven. aie. bkt ito topic ko. LMAO. grbe boring ang summer. Mega Init pa talaga. Paolo Ungab!! ULI NA DIRI! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-7298034184815583661?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7298034184815583661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=7298034184815583661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7298034184815583661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7298034184815583661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohmy-hahahha_10.html' title='OHMY. HAHAHHA'/><author><name>MaFFy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435969899624318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-7982997933082633797</id><published>2009-04-10T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T04:46:07.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OHMY. HAHAHHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-7982997933082633797?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7982997933082633797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=7982997933082633797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7982997933082633797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7982997933082633797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohmy-hahahha.html' title='OHMY. HAHAHHA'/><author><name>MaFFy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435969899624318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-6201684307200337450</id><published>2009-03-29T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:12:30.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>x]]</title><content type='html'>well, somehow i end up here again. must be boredom i guess.. hahahahaha. anyway, SUMMER NA! laag tayo. it's so boring here sa haus. so hot pajud. hahaha. plan na kayo! mott? cha? carl? GO. hahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-6201684307200337450?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6201684307200337450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=6201684307200337450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/6201684307200337450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/6201684307200337450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2009/03/x.html' title='x]]'/><author><name>Francis Damaso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560886496157035121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fe-KUYE77_k/TSRm9mbNhAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ksvJPffuz2k/S220/DSC03087-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-7299691104603514769</id><published>2009-03-21T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T05:27:03.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIGNATS :[</title><content type='html'>guys! i miss you so much na! guess what, prom has passed and our junior year just ended. then were gonna be seniors in months. GRADUATION comes next. time really flies so fast and things get busier. I hope that we could still have time to hang out together or have a reunion. lets plan na! go!! :]] miss you guys!! God bless everyone and GBu. :]] SUMMERRR TIMEEE xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-7299691104603514769?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7299691104603514769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=7299691104603514769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7299691104603514769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7299691104603514769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2009/03/pignats.html' title='PIGNATS :['/><author><name>Mottie (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16780241359554764443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb8TfR5i9xg/Sg0Scc92DaI/AAAAAAAAADY/3om9h7r9Hfs/S220/DSC02886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-9178994357433147206</id><published>2009-02-07T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T05:34:56.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>i edited this post. it contained something not suitable for very young audiences. PARENTAL GUIDANCE is adviced. hahaha. lol. d uie, alam nyo n ano yun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-9178994357433147206?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/9178994357433147206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=9178994357433147206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/9178994357433147206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/9178994357433147206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-kung-mahal-kita-hahahaha.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Francis Damaso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560886496157035121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fe-KUYE77_k/TSRm9mbNhAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ksvJPffuz2k/S220/DSC03087-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-9117315979431828886</id><published>2009-02-07T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T06:35:09.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 2nd year family.</title><content type='html'>first of all i would like to thank all of you for making my 2nd year life a great one. haha. charr oie. anyway, i really miss all of you, and even though we've been separated this year, there's always a special place in my heart for my second year family. HAHA. nag speech! KUYAWA MO! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paolo ungab! miss you bro! hahaha. balik ka d2 ha, bntay ka. or else pntahan ka namin jan tpos idala ka namin balik d2. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-9117315979431828886?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/9117315979431828886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=9117315979431828886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/9117315979431828886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/9117315979431828886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-2nd-year-family.html' title='my 2nd year family.'/><author><name>Francis Damaso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560886496157035121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fe-KUYE77_k/TSRm9mbNhAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ksvJPffuz2k/S220/DSC03087-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-4421550232980490526</id><published>2009-02-06T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T05:09:41.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala Lang.</title><content type='html'>ahw.&lt;br /&gt;hi sa inyong lahat :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-4421550232980490526?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4421550232980490526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=4421550232980490526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4421550232980490526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4421550232980490526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahw.html' title='Wala Lang.'/><author><name>Jon Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13351159341051345694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsPwfMsvrV0/SYw1-RHcRAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AzAeLg7p8h0/S220/DSC00090.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-3084748914505430865</id><published>2008-11-20T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:16:39.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. I thought i dropped by. Well. I got this comment from Mottie for me to check out the Pignats blogspot. I thought i should kasi free time ko. and i thought of writing this post. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i really miss all of you guys. i dont know if you still remember me but i still remember everything from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i just want to say those things i miss most. well, i miss the times that the class spent as one team(or family). i miss the times we laughed and cried. i miss the times we fought against one another(ang saya nun..haha) i miss the times when i bullied martie and freaked out on almost anything. I miss the times when i bought food every day. i miss the times when i get a weekly allowance. i miss the bell quizzes that miss barriga would give. i miss the times me and dave would imitate Ms. Nuenay(no offence miss-love ka namin..haha. i miss SM. NC and GMALL. and i miss the bubwits and that special someone who made my heart beat for pretty much the whole year.(alam mo kung sino ka cha!; pretty obvious?.. =D) and as a whole, i miss the philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go home na. I miss a lot of people. I miss my dad. I miss the freedom i used to have. I miss the late night bike rides. I miss the hot weather. I miss the humid days. I miss my room. I miss my laptop. I miss my foster family. I miss COD 4. Wala niyan lahat dito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, its mainly study(allthough not all the time), band, friends, songs, music. Its not as perfect as you might think but yeah. Malamig maxado dito. I wear a jacket to bed. Although the class starts late and finishes early, god. culture shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to the good old days. i want to see you all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know when i can come home but i'll make sure that i can before 2010. haha. ingat kayong lahat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-paolo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-3084748914505430865?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3084748914505430865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=3084748914505430865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/3084748914505430865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/3084748914505430865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/11/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>PCRU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09454086455529539546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-1892500153382989530</id><published>2008-11-20T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T04:30:02.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>im currently learning a lot about life. some or mostly were from experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my opinions on life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- life is hard but we stil have to deal with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- we shouldn't complain about our lives being boring because we are the ones in charge of making it fun and to the way we want it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- its nice to make your life more fun by taking risks but not to the point of doing wrong things, :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- life is a story that God has written for us. everything is planned, so there's nothing more to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- in life, its better to let go and just let God&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dont give much attention to a single chapter in life because you will have a hard time moving on when you get used to it &amp;amp; like what others say, dont fall in too deep because its hard to get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the consequences in life are products of our choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- life is a dangerous journey, and there's a big chance you might get confused, judged, and tricked along the way but if you're strong enough not minding what others might say about you ;you'll be able to get through. :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-life always shows a rainbow after some rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry kng mali mali ang grammar ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-1892500153382989530?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1892500153382989530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=1892500153382989530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1892500153382989530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1892500153382989530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/11/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>Mottie (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16780241359554764443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb8TfR5i9xg/Sg0Scc92DaI/AAAAAAAAADY/3om9h7r9Hfs/S220/DSC02886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-628641452788487665</id><published>2008-11-20T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:52:19.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best section EVER</title><content type='html'>i miss the times where we would just hang out in the room just talking and best of all LAUGHING.  definitely last year was my best year, i met the greatest friends anyone could ever have &amp;amp; im so proud that i met them because i really enjoy their company. up to now, im not ( and nver will be ) regretting the fact that i met them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teachers i had were the best ( yes miss barrigs. isa ka na ) they all spell the word F U N. even miss nuenay!! its funny when she cracks jokes and no one laughs ( well maybe except for me, i find it funny when no one laughs at her jokes )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss nuenay- cuuuute mxdooo!! i dnt know why. very child-ish ( not for her age though )&lt;br /&gt;miss lacano- sexy moderator. hahhha very tagalog&lt;br /&gt;miss estrella- lingaw. miss guidance.  hahaah&lt;br /&gt;sir gbc- yes bio, i suck at it. good thing i passed ahhahha. perfectionist&lt;br /&gt;sir priete-kindat! AIEE peace mis barrigs. hahaahha atik alng&lt;br /&gt;sir bitz- honestly, wla akong na learn sa knya. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadmi pa cgro teacher, kapoy na mention. pero last but not the least&lt;br /&gt;MISS BARRIGABABES-  alam mo na kng ano ka. hahaha. lingaw ang everything. miss the bell works partly, bagsak kasi ako sa iba. hahaa.. bsta the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single thing that happened in our class was just so memorable that even up to this dya i clearly rememebr most of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-628641452788487665?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/628641452788487665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=628641452788487665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/628641452788487665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/628641452788487665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-section-ever.html' title='the best section EVER'/><author><name>Mottie (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16780241359554764443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb8TfR5i9xg/Sg0Scc92DaI/AAAAAAAAADY/3om9h7r9Hfs/S220/DSC02886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-2216723321829951231</id><published>2008-09-14T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T07:59:36.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>60 things about me :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;60 things you didn't know about me until you read this.&lt;/div&gt; 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AHAHA... :D&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/1245549549543251509-2216723321829951231?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2216723321829951231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=2216723321829951231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2216723321829951231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2216723321829951231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/60-things-about-me-d.html' title='60 things about me :D'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05339171468481485052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-4942228000204933514</id><published>2008-09-10T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:01:28.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>maka Mizz tLaga kAu.!!!</title><content type='html'>this is mah best section evah..!!! as in...hndi ko makalimutan ang mga  times na gi share natin sa isa't-isa... maka miZZ ang lahat ng memories ko d2..tama c dams..sana nag block sectioning nlng talaga...hai naku nlng..!!!&lt;br /&gt;remember the 2-pignatz war cry??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..!! as in..kalingaw talaga last year compared ngaun..unsa man ni oi??!! walay klaro tanan teacher namo...c sir boni, nagsawa nko ky 1st year ko pa yan xa teacher...and hndi pa talaga ako mka learn..mas gus2 ka pah c ms nuenay at mas BETTER pa c ms nuenay...and lahat ng naging teachers natin last year..!!!!!!!!! üüüüü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-4942228000204933514?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4942228000204933514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=4942228000204933514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4942228000204933514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4942228000204933514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/maka-mizz-tlaga-kau.html' title='maka Mizz tLaga kAu.!!!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05339171468481485052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-6964009360230412498</id><published>2008-09-07T06:53:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T07:00:54.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haayzzz</title><content type='html'>sana block sectioning nlng noh? mas lingaw pa. masking teachers same din. hahaha.. aie tama pla.. may ishare ako sa inyu.. ever heard of the quote "you'll never know what you have until you've lost it." or sumthing lyk dat... bsta un.. sa totoo lng noh.. it's true.. last year, lalo n nung 1st and 2nd quarter, wa jud ko naganahan muskwela.. as in.. pero nung 3rd and 4th.. parang ayaw ko n matapos. himala no? xD miss ko n lahat.. even miss nuenay. kc sa totoo lng no, kahit n d ko maxado gus2 ang math natin last year, d tlga ma deny na magaling ng guro si miss nuenay. magets ko pa gud and lesson. d kgya this year, wa jud ko kasabot! noseblood kaayu!! (no offense sir boni) hahahaha.. ayaw ko kalimutan ang 2pigz.. kc para xang fairytale.. remember nyo pa dami maxadong away2 sa rum dati? pero katagalan naging friends lahat.. hayyzz.. mkamiss tlga.. hahaha. sana may mga mag post parin ng blogs d2. tanawa c miss barriga oh nag post. xD&lt;br /&gt;geh2.. hanggang d2 nlng aq..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dAmS..  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Huhuhu... *emo* Well, for once, let me be! I can't help reminiscing the times I was once a newbie teacher. The first days of school were terrifying. I have no choice but to handle 2-Pignatelli as part of my load assignment. After the first period in the afternoon, I was to face  30 plus unknown students. With my eyeglasses, I looked at each one. Very common faces looked at me terrified. Hahaha... Who can go wrong with my eyeglasses? From there, the unfolding of unforgettable memories started. Surely, a lot took place. You got tired of my battery of tests and quizzes everyday (exhausting your size 4 papers).  Right after you're seated, you need to finish a bellwork. You need to come up with a play which turned out as a film *highest level*. You drew pictures and acted out in role plays. You had a hard time answering the exams, long tests and quizzes. There were boring times also to break off our fun-filled days.Who can forgo our laughing moments in class? our bully sessions (firmole..hehehe..)? Who can forget the times I was about to get mad: "What's good with the afternoon?!" when you happen to reply an unexpected answer, "Miss, YOU!". Hahaha... I actually planned to let you stand for the rest of the period because I was totally pissed off. Well, I ended up saying, "Please be seated! *with a restrained smile*" after the comment. Hahaha... Who can forget Mr. Advincula's side comments? Not to mention, "Ms. Barriga Babes" can still be heard at the corridors either called out by my previous students not only from Pignatelli but also from Jogues and Canisius last year or by my students now from 4 sections. That's like 400+ people calling me such address. And, hey, even students I never taught (like those from other setions) call me the same way. Hahaha... Whew! Sometimes, I get intimidated because I'm thinking of what other teachers might say but I stopped worrying when one of you told me, "Miss, lambing lang man namin yan sa iyo!" *Sigh* I wish to turn back time but I think being a floor a part from you make these memories sweeter to cherish and reminisce. Good thing, I still see your smiling faces and spend time with you. I'm actually starting to be sad about your upcoming graduation next school year. Huhuhu... I'm sad not to see you in the campus but blissful to foresee a future ahead of you. I wish to write more but I still have things to do. I just dropped by to assure you that I'm still the same English teacher you've once had and to remind you that generation of school year might pass and hundreds of sections might be assigned to me, 2-Pignatelli will never cease to make a difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I still add more? Hahaha... there's a lot more to share... MORE that this blog would surely fail to encapsulate. I wish to recall more of our memories 2-Pignatz! So as an assignment, I want you to post our unforgettable English class memories here. Recall a memory in our class you can never forget. OK? Hahaha... I have a lot more to share but I want to hear more of your stories first. Let's keep this blog as we preserve our memories together. By the way, if before I thought I'm left with no choice, after a school year, I realized I was left with the best choice. ^^ Take care peepz! See yah around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Barriga Babes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-8911397558600415584?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8911397558600415584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=8911397558600415584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8911397558600415584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8911397558600415584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You!'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-514164066988280587</id><published>2008-08-23T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T06:36:37.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PiGNATZZZZ</title><content type='html'>laag tau sumtime behh! mka miss man kau oie.. lalo n c ed! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EDDDDD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-514164066988280587?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/514164066988280587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=514164066988280587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/514164066988280587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/514164066988280587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/08/pignatzzzz.html' title='PiGNATZZZZ'/><author><name>Francis Damaso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560886496157035121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fe-KUYE77_k/TSRm9mbNhAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ksvJPffuz2k/S220/DSC03087-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-8965829399477597631</id><published>2008-07-04T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:23:25.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings'/><title type='text'>uie..!!</title><content type='html'>uie..pignatz..!! mztah nman mo uie..?! ala na lagi nga blog..hehe..ala lang..miss ko lng kau..!! =)&lt;br /&gt;Nangumuzta lng gud..hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-8965829399477597631?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8965829399477597631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=8965829399477597631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8965829399477597631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8965829399477597631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/07/uie.html' title='uie..!!'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05339171468481485052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-1215113047647219655</id><published>2008-03-24T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:57:52.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>winter, spring, fall, and summerthe four seasons&lt;br /&gt;that make up the weather&lt;br /&gt;they are always dreamed by most of dreamers&lt;br /&gt;to have a winter, spring, fall, and summer&lt;br /&gt;but the best season for me is Summer&lt;br /&gt;can be where everyone relaxes&lt;br /&gt;and enjoys the essence of...SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               by: Faye Alcoberes ÜÜÜ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-1215113047647219655?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1215113047647219655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=1215113047647219655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1215113047647219655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1215113047647219655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-8407433883301995298</id><published>2008-03-24T08:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T08:49:26.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheats</title><content type='html'>there are a lot of issues in class that students think its unavoidable...one of those issues is cheating...a lot of students nowadays try to sneak out for others' answers. They even try techniques that help them to be able to copy from their classmates. Here in our class, the 2-Pignatelli class, i can't reprimand them because as far as im concerned, im one of them too, so just a couple of things to share with you, many of us are transferring seats. Especially during a quiz, some of us even try to transfer at the back seats so that the teacher will not be able to see them sharing answers with one another. Some of them are trying to edit what they have just copied so that the teacher will not notice that they are sharing answers. Funny right? but true! As we all know, cheating is one form of stealing because you are trying to get someone's idea for your own good.Getting higher marks in school doesn't make sense if all those answers you have are from your classmates! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye Alcoberes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-8407433883301995298?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8407433883301995298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=8407433883301995298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8407433883301995298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8407433883301995298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/cheats.html' title='Cheats'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-3082644089887408137</id><published>2008-03-24T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T08:48:34.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIGNATELLI..</title><content type='html'>Section Pignatelli is the best section for me. yeah!! It has lots of conflicts, fights and etc.. but this section us really, really fun. This section showed how to bond with your friends, being true to your friends and classmates, how to deal with lots of problems. we share our problems with each other.. Yes!! we are noisy,"makulit","samok". But this "makulit" and "samok" way helped us to be friends with each other.. But sometimes we get a class jug or class post because of our different attitudes.: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marianne Velez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-3082644089887408137?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3082644089887408137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=3082644089887408137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/3082644089887408137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/3082644089887408137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/pignatelli.html' title='PIGNATELLI..'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-1123186333359354518</id><published>2008-03-24T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T08:47:48.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Quarter Bye</title><content type='html'>hai naku!! at last! its summer again...hehe... its time to play..*toinks* hahaha....i wish ill pass all the subjects para no summer class!! ...*study mode till March 19, 2008* hoo boy! so stressed out sa school...but ill miss my section coz they are the collest section ever!! *huhu * sad to say i have to let go of them...they have their own lives... wwaahh!!!!! if ever there's a block-sectioning, that's fine with me coz ill meet them again...bye2x classm8s and 2nd yr teachers!! kita kits again next school year! i wish hndi ako mka summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye Alcoberes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-1123186333359354518?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1123186333359354518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=1123186333359354518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1123186333359354518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1123186333359354518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/4th-quarter-bye.html' title='4th Quarter Bye'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-2555507862603741573</id><published>2008-03-14T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:18:40.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To 'bully'</title><content type='html'>It has been quite disturbing this past year that this user named 'bully' is giving out insults and has been throwing profanities at us. But when he (or she) commented about my latest post, (see Tagboard) that's where I draw the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate your honesty whoever you are, but if have any dislike, that contradicts my sense of imagination, and does not in any way improve my skills in being a better writer, then I suggest that you make no more comments and stop this idiotic nonsense of you thinking that you know everyone in this planet and then judge them because you think that they are below you. Well, 'bully' think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know what has motivated you in this act of ridiculing our section (wether you are our classmate, or not) but there is one thing that is common among all the reasons that bullies give: Either they have Family issues or they have a bad case of jealousy. But if neither of the reasons shown here, are irrelevant to your reasons then may I ask: Why in heaven or hell would you even bother transferring your anger to other people? You know, the thing that I don't get about people like you, is that they are totally oblivious to the feelings of others, and only think of themselves. They're selfish beings, but then again we all are, the only difference is that you don't use your brain when deciding on when to act upon your own selfishness. That is if you even have a brain to think with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-2555507862603741573?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2555507862603741573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=2555507862603741573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2555507862603741573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2555507862603741573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-bully.html' title='To &apos;bully&apos;'/><author><name>Sadette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826065950386698549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u22/xlanimegirllx/tohru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-7316169460344265072</id><published>2008-03-12T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T07:29:39.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, I was once a Sophie :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;The school year is about to end, It's summer time once again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;For the past 10 months, I have experienced a lot of troubles and disasters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Almost everyday I'd fail to pass my home works, 10 months of being present and as well as being mentally absent. Telling dirty little secrets and being involved in a scandalous issue are things which gave me a very low grade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Of course, this year won't be great without those experiences, and these below are the good things that I have achieved and had overcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;This year I have overcome a lot of fears, one of which is holding a huge frog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Being the DACS Champion, the 3rd placer in DCAA and being a part of the champion team, Davao was a big, big achievement for me. The 1st 3Quarters wasn't that hard, you can take it as easy as you want. You can still hang-out with your buddies wherever you want even if there would be an exam the day after. The Intramural this year was a lot better than last year's, you'd get to meet a lot of new friends from the other year levels. The Campus Pop was good but I didn't enjoy it.Our class recollection was fun,that day many have just realized what are the things that they lack, they miss and they want.The CSIP was one of the best event this year,we played with the children from the SIR, they have shared stories that would really touch you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;4Quarter came, oh God!, Too many projects in a very short period of time. I have no choice, its either I'll go or I'll quit. It was my 1st time to edit a movie, it wasn't that good but it wasn't bad too, to fully finish the editing I slept 3:00 am. I was the one who made our group's research paper, thank God Carlos helped me even just in printing. In Filipino Marlon and I dominated the group project. Stressed!, this Friday will be the finals exam in Filipino and I don't know the other one. GOOD LUCK to us all Pignatz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;After all, wearing a yellow/gold shirt wasn't that bad, instead it was the best that I've got. And I would never ever forget that I was once a Sophie, a Pignatz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Publish Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-7316169460344265072?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7316169460344265072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=7316169460344265072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7316169460344265072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7316169460344265072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-once-sophie.html' title='Hey, I was once a Sophie :]'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985611045690116563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-5228630521407148165</id><published>2008-03-12T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T05:43:49.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Message</title><content type='html'>The first time I laid my eyes on you guys, I knew that I was up for a treat. Every day that I spend with you gives me that sense of "high" that I need to be spurred from my earthly slumber and awaken me to the truth that I am not alone. I am not alone to share what I want, but I am accompanied by great guys that make me feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emotions that I feel may not be mutualistic among all of us but I feel that some of us share what I feel especially the people in class that I spend most of my time with. I know and they know that we share a give take and receive kind of relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not everyday that people like you pop up from the blue and I am thankful that I came at the right time where all of you guys were already out in the open, just waiting for the perfect oppurtunity for someone else to join the pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a healthy nine months but now I believe that we are nearing the time to go our separate ways. I know that we had our bad times. I have apologized before and now, I will apologize again. If ever I did something that offended you in any way, I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we part, there are no grudges in my mind. I know that not all of you like the fact that I am here mainly for the fact that you think that I am "hilas". Haha.. No comments there because I admit that I sometimes have this knack of being that. But I wish that you just say what you feel and not spread them behind my back. Anyways, before I get emotional, I forgive the people who backbite me. The people who offended me. The people that made me pissed off so badly. I forgive you guys. But I'm sure that this forgiveness will not mean anything to everyone of you but at least I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the luck guys. I wish that we would see each other someday. I wish we will have an open communication with one another and we may never forget all the good times, the bad experiences and the fantastic triumphs that we had, AS A CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for everyone in Second Year Saint Joseph Pignatelli, classmates, teachers and friends, Thank You for everything. Thank you for making me feel special. Thank you for the good and bad times. Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Paolo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-5228630521407148165?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5228630521407148165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=5228630521407148165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/5228630521407148165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/5228630521407148165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-message.html' title='Last Message'/><author><name>PCRU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09454086455529539546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-2876027601564529451</id><published>2008-03-11T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:28:52.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>†Camp Sabros†</title><content type='html'>Camp Sabros is found up in the cool highlands of Kapatagan, Davao del Sur, an almost 2-hour trip from Davao City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the place became the buzzword nowadays, Rhonson used to hang out in the resthouse owned by the Sacdalans, when invited by his good friend Edwin Sacdalan who is also a mountaineer. The name Sabros is from a coined word meaning Sacdalan Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Camp Sabros. It was relly a breath-taking experience. It was really fun riding the zip wire and the cable car. I rode it just once because it was raining that time.  I rode the zip wire first. It was 380 feet above the ground. We went swiftly passing a small river below us. I felt that I was like flying. After that we reached the other end of the hill. We rode the cable car to get back. It wasn't scray riding the cable cable. It was quite slow because my companions are very heavy and I was the only one who was not. We reached the end but it started to rain. We went home because the road was starting to get slippery. Indeed it was a really unique experience of a lifetime! I wanna do it again this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-2876027601564529451?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2876027601564529451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=2876027601564529451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2876027601564529451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2876027601564529451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/camp-sabros.html' title='†Camp Sabros†'/><author><name>Jon Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13351159341051345694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsPwfMsvrV0/SYw1-RHcRAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AzAeLg7p8h0/S220/DSC00090.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-2727798490952262169</id><published>2008-02-23T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T05:36:32.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Original Story</title><content type='html'>~&lt;a class="u" href="http://kysa-chan.deviantart.com/"&gt;Kysa-chan&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Wweeeeeeeeeee!!!! This is the first time I posted here in a long time!! Anyways, I just tought I should post this. It's somewhat my very own original story that I'm still writing. Though it may take some time (because of school and stuff but that's only half the reason) since I have a HUGE writer's block, but I'll pull through. So, without further ado, here it is~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Success and failure"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"We did it! It's responding!", a seemingly joyful researcher shouted, "Yes! Congratulations everyone! It's a success!" another one exclaimed. Finally, they accomlished their goal: the creation of an ideal humanoid. A weapon for war, the machine that can conquer any land in a short period of time; no matter how large an amy is. It's ability to adapt in any environment and replicate any advanced armory shows it's great power to beome the strongest android alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's appearance may look frail, but that's just an illusion to intimidate the enemy. It has the strength a million men or even more! Another ability that the ingenius researchers implanted was the humanoid's power to fly in the speed of light. It's wings are almost as half as robotic as the robor itself. The upper part is metallic and filled with circuitry, and has a glass window, containing a blue fliud connected by tubes. The lower part looks like angelic white feathers , or so it would seem. If activated, the harmless lightweight can transform into a deadly dart holding the most poisonous acid; even with just a scratch, your body will deteriorate in an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But here is where it begins, in time the creation will continue to evovle endlessly. This marvelous invention has been modified and tested or many years and only this time, it has taken it's form. In a body of a young female.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As said, the scientists have been trying again and again to perfect the so-called 'Perfect Weapon' with the use of experimenting on children. But for the past years many of them died due to the scientist's harsh treatment and their insane need to reach their goal. After so much suffering, even some decided to give up their own children for the 'sake of evolution' so as they think. It was until when the head of the project decided to use his own daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, many may be thinking that it can't be true that a father would use his daughter for his own reasons, but Professor Cedric Johnson thought otherwise. They were on the verge of a scientific breakthrough and the man decided that he had no choice: He will use Kysa, his own child as his final specimen. However, the only thing standing in between him and his last chance were his two sons: Christopher and Vincent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be continued&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*PHEW* There, but that's just half of what I wrote so far. If you want to check out the rest of the story it's in my deviantart account. I'll be posting it sometime later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For more inquires contact me via email ad: &lt;a href="mailto:kymsara_wiz@yahoo.com"&gt;kymsara_wiz@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; or you can check my profile here in my Blogger account. (I'll try to put in my URL for my deviantart account there or you can just click the link above this post)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until we meet again! Oh, and before I forget, please if you guys could just give me any comments/advice to improve my writing it would be very much appreciated. Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-2727798490952262169?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2727798490952262169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=2727798490952262169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2727798490952262169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2727798490952262169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/02/original-story.html' title='Original Story'/><author><name>Sadette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826065950386698549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u22/xlanimegirllx/tohru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-4954459994881369316</id><published>2008-02-08T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:08:58.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song...'/><title type='text'>Nuisance ÜÜÜ</title><content type='html'>So here we are in this same old spot &lt;br /&gt;Knowing something needs to happen but our mouths are locked &lt;br /&gt;Tongue tied closed tight sealed shut yup &lt;br /&gt;I tried hard but it just wouldn’t come up &lt;br /&gt;It’s on the tip of my tongue it’s in the front of my mind &lt;br /&gt;Yet the words were still so hard to find &lt;br /&gt;Finally the reality of things to come pushed me to the edge &lt;br /&gt;I jumped off the cliff into the abyss as I said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus &lt;br /&gt;I’m not trying to be a nuisance &lt;br /&gt;I just think we can do better than this &lt;br /&gt;that was simply my two cents &lt;br /&gt;you can you can take it or leave it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation lingered on and on and &lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it night had turned to dawn and &lt;br /&gt;Were we searching for the truth in all of it &lt;br /&gt;Or are we debating just to win the argument &lt;br /&gt;Cuz none of us want to hear about where we go wrong &lt;br /&gt;This song could easily be from me to you or me to John &lt;br /&gt;Cuz I have the potential to be the guiltiest &lt;br /&gt;My greatest strength is also my strongest weakness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s think about this path that we’re taking &lt;br /&gt;Let’s think about this future we’re creating &lt;br /&gt;Let’s think about this life that is fading &lt;br /&gt;Think about it, come on think about it now &lt;br /&gt;Let’s think about this time that we’re spending &lt;br /&gt;Investing in monetary things that are ending &lt;br /&gt;Let’s think about it and let’s think together &lt;br /&gt;And let’s think about what we can do to make it better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-4954459994881369316?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4954459994881369316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=4954459994881369316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4954459994881369316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4954459994881369316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/02/nuisance.html' title='Nuisance ÜÜÜ'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05339171468481485052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-4852909577574559017</id><published>2008-01-02T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T05:06:02.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKpiu3N65iE/R3uLXJrTNFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3MoIhNv3QK4/s1600-h/christmas_sled_T4411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKpiu3N65iE/R3uLXJrTNFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3MoIhNv3QK4/s320/christmas_sled_T4411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150863828679078994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Christmas is the best time of the year, isn't it? It's the season of love wherein we celebrate the birth of our savior, Jesus Christ. People get busy wrapping their gifts, going to malls, night out with friends, going out of town and spending their money for decorations and etc. But think of it, these people forgot the real essence of Christmas. They were so blinded by physical, earthly things which they thought would make them happy. Even the young generation thinks that Christmas is about Santa Clause or Saint Nicholas or whatsoever. They forgot that baby Jesus was the core of Christmas. Jesus Christ, our savior who suffered and died for us. It’s the season where we reminisce about the sacrifices he did for His people. It’s a time for us to be with Him and to thank Him for making us very blessed.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have read this, I hope this will lead them to question themselves on how they acted last Christmas. I hope that this will help all people and influence them for the better. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-4852909577574559017?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4852909577574559017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=4852909577574559017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4852909577574559017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4852909577574559017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08521925268751341613</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKpiu3N65iE/R3uLXJrTNFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3MoIhNv3QK4/s72-c/christmas_sled_T4411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-5345941738772985514</id><published>2008-01-01T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T08:12:07.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>One Love</title><content type='html'>Higher than the sky above you&lt;br /&gt;Clearer than blue&lt;br /&gt;Brighter than the rays of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Warmer than what you feel&lt;br /&gt;More than all the wonders you see&lt;br /&gt;It's the most wonderful thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brighter than the living colors of flowers you see&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than the touch of water&lt;br /&gt;Flowing from the mountain spring&lt;br /&gt;More than all the wonders you see&lt;br /&gt;It's the most wonderful thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One love...&lt;br /&gt;I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Love is the beautiful one&lt;br /&gt;I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Love is the beautiful one&lt;br /&gt;All we need is love&lt;br /&gt;Real love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvel at the sight of green fields&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly seen&lt;br /&gt;Watch the colors of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle you see&lt;br /&gt;More than all the wonders can be&lt;br /&gt;But there's more than that&lt;br /&gt;One Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Love is the beautiful one (2x)&lt;br /&gt;All we need is love&lt;br /&gt;Real love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greater than what you can feel&lt;br /&gt;More than what you ever dreamed&lt;br /&gt;This is better than your everything&lt;br /&gt;One love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Love is the beautiful one (8x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-5345941738772985514?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5345941738772985514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=5345941738772985514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/5345941738772985514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/5345941738772985514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-love.html' title='One Love'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05339171468481485052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-1341967240593285833</id><published>2007-12-15T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T07:49:04.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A Simple Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/romanticstories4.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-1341967240593285833?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1341967240593285833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=1341967240593285833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1341967240593285833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1341967240593285833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/12/simple-love-story.html' title='A Simple Love Story'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05339171468481485052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-6844879460448407072</id><published>2007-12-04T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T05:54:14.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News and Bad News</title><content type='html'>First of all...hi~ and CONGRATULATIONS FIRMO!!! YOU'VE MADE US PROUD!!! BUT OF COURSE YOU STILL HAVE A LONG WAY TO GO....YOU KNOW WHAT'S IN YOUR HEART..REALLY!....Anyway, this past few month, weeks, days, minutes, seconds, of my life has been boring. Wanna know why? It's because of this LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. LOVE IS IN THE AIR, LOVE IS BLIND, LOVE KNOWS NO BOUNDARIES. What the heck???!!! UGGHHHHH!!! I'm soooooo frustated!! Can somebody stop it??!! My God!!! For pete's sake! Stop itttttt!!!! Let &lt;b&gt;all the people&lt;/b&gt; in this world live in peace!!!! I've had enough of this!!!! Love makes all beautiful things ugly!!!! Why can't you be more rational and think of something else other than love!!!!!! I really hate to go school now. My whole world changes! From a &lt;b&gt;gayful&lt;/b&gt; one into a world unknown, wretched, and every little bit of ugliness present in it! IT'S BECAUSE OF THIS WORD &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. I tell you. It's not yet time. YOUR &lt;b&gt;NOT YET MATURE&lt;/b&gt;. STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY. You can't force someone to love you. I've tried....really!! but to no avail. I've seen the same case that your in right now...I'M NOT JOKING.. you know what happened...HE GAVE UP...STILL, HE LOVES HER DEARLY IN HIS HEART...The two of you are different....but that might happen...I'm not saying it will. Just maybe. Or, because you can't get her, you might do something really horrible..I DON'T KNOW..I'm not saying this so you can resolve to this kind of action. ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN WHEN YOUR &lt;B&gt;IN-LOVE&lt;/B&gt;???!!! RIGHT??!! RIGHT??!! SO, HAVE MORE SELF-CONTROL darling!!!!! It's what you need. Understanding other people's feelings is a way of understanding yourself and the one you truly love. Patience is also needed. If your really meant for each other. And lastly, pray to GOD for guidance, support, ask him to impart to you some of his knowledge and wisdom, ASK FOR HIS HELP! He's the one you need the most. Make HIM as your FIRST priority. That he may see favor in your eyes. SORRY FOR BUDGING IN. I'm like this when I can longer listen. I need to express, shout out the things which I can no longer ignore. Again, ask for advice from GOD. No one can truly help you but HIM. He's your Almighty Father as well as mine and everyone else. HE'LL EXACTLY KNOW WHAT TO DO. He might not give you the answer right away, but he still is the BEST ADVISER OF ALL ADVISERS HERE IN UNIVERSE!!!!! God bless and have a merry christmas!!!!! *chus*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-6844879460448407072?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6844879460448407072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=6844879460448407072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/6844879460448407072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/6844879460448407072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-news-and-bad-news.html' title='Good News and Bad News'/><author><name>Jim1907</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r169/Jim1907/CrisArtkalicephirot-Decisin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-8677901498831980637</id><published>2007-11-29T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T16:50:02.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcement'/><title type='text'>Firmo Made It!</title><content type='html'>Wohuuuuu... Firmo Justine Aligato made it to the Elocution Finals. Let's wish him the best 2-Pignatz. Be there during the finals, December 4, 2007. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-8677901498831980637?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8677901498831980637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=8677901498831980637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8677901498831980637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8677901498831980637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/11/firmo-made-it.html' title='Firmo Made It!'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-8354338937054813763</id><published>2007-11-17T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T04:04:08.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ü..OUTLAND ADVENTURE..Ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to Outland Adventure last November 10 and I found out that it did not only offer a lot challenges but it also refreshed my mind of many things(even about God) because every after challenge they explained the representations of  each obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part was the zip line because it was fun,exciting and made me feel like a bird(but more like tarzan). Another reason is that you have to ride a raft to go back. The scariest challenge for me was the catwalk. The course was high and the log that I walked on was swaying. My heart that time was beating very fast as if I saw something. I was hesitant at first but when my friends encouraged and told me that it was nothing, I decided to try. While climbing the ladder, I was having I mind of giving up. I didn't bother to go down because I knew that I could do it. I walked as fast as I can and before I knew it, I was back at the middle part, ready to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenges made me stronger. It also made me learn how to trust and let God be in charge in everything I do. I felt so much joy that day and I everyone to experience it too. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life is an obstacle, making itself the greatest challenge"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/1245549549543251509-8354338937054813763?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8354338937054813763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=8354338937054813763' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8354338937054813763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8354338937054813763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/11/outland-adventure.html' title='Ü..OUTLAND ADVENTURE..Ü'/><author><name>Mottie (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16780241359554764443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb8TfR5i9xg/Sg0Scc92DaI/AAAAAAAAADY/3om9h7r9Hfs/S220/DSC02886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-4100438271387283929</id><published>2007-10-27T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T05:47:14.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah!!??? learn it first!!!!</title><content type='html'>you never speak of something that you dont know yourself!...... trust is such a heavy word and if you forgot, that's one thing your failing to do! to trust!.......... i loveD you much and you rejected me cause you can't trust me....... the problem is, you don't know how to feel what other people are feeling.. your so numb! You think i'm kidding when i said i love you???? no i didn't! Everyone knew i was so inloved with you!!everyone knew that i'd die for you..... but still you didn't care........ Then i will know that you backstabbed me, you told bad things about me to other people........ for short, you were destroying my integrity and personality to other people!!!! YOU! A PERSON OF GREAT THINGS!! THE ONE WE LOOK UP TO! THE SMARTEST IN OUR CLASS! THE ONE THAT WE CALL THE BEST!! OF ALL PEOPLE, I NEVER EXPECTED THAT YOU WOULD DO THAT! when i was mad, i never did that to you!!! then you tell others that i destroyed your life!!!??? well this is the only thing i say: You are the person who has to decide whether to do it or to toss it aside, you are the person who makes up his mind whether to go on or linger behind!!!! It's all your decision! you rejected me, you discriminate me, you destroy me..... do whatever you want to do.......... i love you and i can't hurt you more than the pain your feeling there inside for unknown reasons!!! but........ it's your loss NOT MINE!!!!! and when you said that i deserve to be rejected.............. You maybe right, but if you think that it would put me down and make me depressed, ur WRONG!!!! I will use what you did to me as a motivation! a motivation to strive harder....... maybe you were right, our love was wrong........ but to tell you the truth, your the only thing that was wrong.....!!! cause i did everything i can for you!!!! YOU THINK U CAN PULL ME DOWN!??? YOU CAN'T, I WILL ALWAYS STAND UP......... MATIBAY AKO!! ALAM YAN NG MARAMI! AT DAPAT MALAMAN MO RIN YAN!!! HINDI AKO MAG PAPADALA!!!! HINDI KITA SISIRIAN SA IBA GAYA NG GNAWA MO SA AKIN..... DAHIL HINDI AKO BABABA SA LEVEL MO!!!! HINDI KO GAGAWIN ANG NAKAPANGLILIMAHID NA GAWAIN NA PUMASOK SA ISIPAN MO!........................ PERO MAHAL PARIN KITA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH..... HINDI NAMAN YAN MAWAWALA EH! AHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA LAHAT DYAN!!!! PLS...... LUMANTAD NA KAYO.... I POST NA NATIN ANG ATING MGA NASA ISIPAN TUNGKOL DITO SA AMIN....... ALAM NIYO SINO KAYO...... CGE NA, WAG KAYONG MATAKOT NA MAGLIT SXA SA INYO............ CGE NA, SBHIN NA NATIN ANG LAHAT.....WAG NA TAYONG MAG PANGGAP, TAMA NA ANG PAG SAKAY SA KNYANG KATANGAHAN...... DALI NA.......I POST NIYO NA.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHAL KO KAYONG LAHAT PIGNATS.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHAL KO MAXADO ANG MGA BUBWITS KO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALO NA IKAW KAREN!!!!! MAHAL NA MAHAL KITA.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-4100438271387283929?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4100438271387283929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=4100438271387283929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4100438271387283929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4100438271387283929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-yeah-learn-it-first.html' title='oh yeah!!??? learn it first!!!!'/><author><name>loloy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09533011247737802430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-292689341611343243</id><published>2007-10-24T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:21:35.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;What is trust? Trust is merely where you expose your vulnerabilities to people, but believing they will not take advantage of your openness. We feel trust. Emotions associated with trust include companionship, friendship, love, agreement, leisure, and comfort. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        We have friends and special someone in our lives to whom we share our secrets and express our feelings because we believe we trust them… but the fact that not all of them are not good in keeping their mouths shut gives us doubts in trusting other people. It will change your outlook on things. Reality speaks itself. It’s like a crystal; once broken, it would really be hard to put back the pieces into the right place. Although it could still be fixed, it requires a lot of time and a lot of sacrifice to get things back to the normal.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        People’s lives are never perfect. We should always remember that we shouldn’t be afraid to trust because it’s one way of showing your love and one of the greatest gifts you could ever give to a person. We should always bear in mind that the ‘golden rule’ is a simple formula for creating trust. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” So learn about trust, how it works and how to build it. If you do it well, other people will give you the earth. If you betray them, they will hunt you to the ends of the earth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-292689341611343243?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/292689341611343243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=292689341611343243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/292689341611343243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/292689341611343243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/10/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08521925268751341613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-1356008312490487490</id><published>2007-10-23T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T08:06:11.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It started when we were in the quad and somebody asked if we could be the representative for the amazing race. At first, we didn't want to join because we were quite tired of roaming around the campus, but because we were bored, we were forced to join. Set of clues were given to us after that. We ran and were given tasks, answered puzzles, trivia questions, etc. It was so tiring because we were tasked to locate classrooms on different floors. I was about to give up but to see my friends really determined, it inspired me to give more of what i could. Luckily, we were the first one to arrive at the finish line. We were so wet after the game because we popped balloons with water in a muddy oval (we weren't informed that the game would involve water and we didn't bring any extra t-shirt). Just imagine how we look after the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really appreciated the effort given by Shin, Marc, Mottie and Tasha, because without their great effort, we wouldn't have enjoyed and won. Just being with them is enough. Just to tell you that the price we won was not that great, but the experience was enough for me to enjoy my whole fiesta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-1356008312490487490?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1356008312490487490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=1356008312490487490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1356008312490487490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1356008312490487490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/10/amazing-race.html' title='The Amazing Race'/><author><name>kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08521925268751341613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-8278996802079718404</id><published>2007-10-19T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T04:59:33.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haha.....'/><title type='text'>lyrics2</title><content type='html'>When I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Tears run down my face I can't replace&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm strong I have figured out&lt;br /&gt;How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt; Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons are changing&lt;br /&gt;And waves are crashing&lt;br /&gt;And stars are falling all for us&lt;br /&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;br /&gt;I can show you I'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall (let you fall)&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all (through it all)&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're my, you're my, my, my true love, my whole heart&lt;br /&gt;Please don't throw that away&lt;br /&gt;Your Guardian Angel&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away and&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you'll stay, stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use me as you will&lt;br /&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Though my skies are turning gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven [to fade]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;well, i found another wonderful song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me its nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the people who are inlove...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the perfect song for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-8278996802079718404?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8278996802079718404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=8278996802079718404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8278996802079718404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8278996802079718404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/10/lyrics2.html' title='lyrics2'/><author><name>danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vfwClfoO9p8/RsBF7WJOsQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zZAJ0nmCs14/s200/6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-1597835796203783635</id><published>2007-10-17T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T07:03:54.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO-tions. =p</title><content type='html'>How do I say goodbye to someone I never really had?&lt;br /&gt;Why do my tears fall so endlessly for someone who was never really mine?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it I miss someone I was never really with?&lt;br /&gt;And why do I love someone whose love was never really mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore to myself it wouldn't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;I vowed to myself that this was the end.&lt;br /&gt;The end of this longing, this yearning so strong...&lt;br /&gt;I said I was over you, but oh I was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you think you've gotten over a person,&lt;br /&gt;but when you see her smile you suddenly realize you're just pretending you're over her&lt;br /&gt;to ease the pain of knowing that she will never be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed until we had to cry,&lt;br /&gt;we loved right down to our last goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;but over the years we'll smile and recall&lt;br /&gt;for just one moment we had it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always the same in every relationship,&lt;br /&gt;there is always one person crying and wishing to get back together,&lt;br /&gt;while the other doesn't even remember the things they've been through.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I have to be the one who remembers every little detail&lt;br /&gt;while you can't seem to remember me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are what you have,&lt;br /&gt;when you've lost everything else.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are what you have,&lt;br /&gt;when you forget the memories.&lt;br /&gt;And bliss is what you have when you give up both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-1597835796203783635?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1597835796203783635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=1597835796203783635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1597835796203783635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1597835796203783635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/10/emo-tions-p.html' title='EMO-tions. =p'/><author><name>Francis Damaso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560886496157035121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fe-KUYE77_k/TSRm9mbNhAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ksvJPffuz2k/S220/DSC03087-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-7710588912430428041</id><published>2007-10-17T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T06:24:52.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My advance farewell to all~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUrgu7IIR68/RxYMSMOgbOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/o0_N-6qFKAA/s1600-h/th_1097202626_meAnime23m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUrgu7IIR68/RxYMSMOgbOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/o0_N-6qFKAA/s200/th_1097202626_meAnime23m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122295132839767266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everybody 3rd Quarter is already here and it'll be the 4th Quarter soon. It's sad to say that I won't be here in Ateneo for the following years to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a pity. Although I'm not sure myself whether I'll really get transfered to another school or not. I just know my mother very well and we've already been doing this for how many years now. We just don't get settled in one place. We just really have to transfer!!! Ughhh!! This life of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanna say thank you to all who have been my close friends! Especially YOU Miss Joanna Morales. Ang boxing champion ng bayan!!!! Joke!!! Hahahahahhaa. I will really miss you!!!! I did the best I could. *sighs*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUrgu7IIR68/RxYLZcOgbNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1URa8zxLN0Q/s1600-h/469661333_0395701701_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUrgu7IIR68/RxYLZcOgbNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1URa8zxLN0Q/s200/469661333_0395701701_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122294157882191058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-7710588912430428041?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7710588912430428041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=7710588912430428041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7710588912430428041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7710588912430428041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/10/advance-farewell-to-all.html' title='My advance farewell to all~'/><author><name>Jim1907</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r169/Jim1907/CrisArtkalicephirot-Decisin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUrgu7IIR68/RxYMSMOgbOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/o0_N-6qFKAA/s72-c/th_1097202626_meAnime23m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-1963093611819789353</id><published>2007-10-16T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:01:34.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BW'/><title type='text'>Online Bellwork</title><content type='html'>555 (5 sentences, 5 points, 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;(PREP Method)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic: &lt;strong&gt;Public Display of Affection: Good or Bad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-1963093611819789353?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1963093611819789353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=1963093611819789353' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1963093611819789353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1963093611819789353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/10/online-bellwork.html' title='Online Bellwork'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-5046924278856492514</id><published>2007-10-11T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T04:23:30.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers to Bubwits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u103/chyl05/q.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We first became strangers to each other then we became "The Bubwits." Cha, Becz and I are called Bubwits. How did we meet anyways? First of all, I knew Cha because she was my classmate before. Since Becz was new for me, I was interested to get to know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E time of July 10, 2007, I was lonely and Becz approached me. We were talking about different things. We mostly talked about our life. Unexpectedly, we observed that we have so many in common. Later on, I told everything to Cha and she was shocked too. Few weeks later, we teased Becz to someone whom we call "Ponzi." Months later, we started hanging out in malls until we feel comfortable to each other. We shared some secrets and some of our problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with them makes me happy. Even though Becz and I sometimes fight for fun, Cha is always there to laugh with us. They are my new best friends. They are blessings from God, so I will keep and take good care of them. I will protect them from harm and so they will do the same to me. . Like our favorite saying, "walang iwanan." Because we are Bubwits, we are one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.U.B.W.I.T.S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-asta&lt;br /&gt;U-nique&lt;br /&gt;B-ulilits,&lt;br /&gt;W-alang"&lt;br /&gt;I-wanan!&lt;br /&gt;T-otoong&lt;br /&gt;S-andalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Menchee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-5046924278856492514?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5046924278856492514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=5046924278856492514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/5046924278856492514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/5046924278856492514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/10/strangers-to-bubwits.html' title='Strangers to Bubwits'/><author><name>MaFFy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435969899624318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-6959507225844833268</id><published>2007-10-05T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T03:45:49.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Periodical Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exams are near. every student is prohibited in watching tv, playing computer. Everyone's studying. Only 4 days left before the start of hard days. after that, there will be another quarter to finish. a lot of lessons need to be studied must e understandable. especially SS. i got a failing mark becoz of that subject. Time is so fast that i could still remember my 1st quarter life. 3rd quarter is drawing near and everyones in hurry. So we need to pay attention with each other. Good Luck for you section 2-Pignatelli and thanks for being a fun section... God Bless and Good Luck!!! mwaaahhh!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-6959507225844833268?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6959507225844833268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=6959507225844833268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/6959507225844833268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/6959507225844833268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/10/periodical-exam.html' title='Periodical Exam'/><author><name>Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05339171468481485052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-8132071439823259263</id><published>2007-10-02T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T03:22:53.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapters...'/><title type='text'>a new beginning</title><content type='html'>for all those who wants to know why i came and studied here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just read my first blog entitled my last vacation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first came at ateneo as a loner. I didn't have friends to share stories and bond with them. My first two days was a sad one, but in the succeeding days I gained two friends. i thought all my classmates hated me because i was an alien. I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one difference that i realized here in mindanao. Dabawenyos are more friendly than my other classmates in manila. Second week some classmates approached me. they invited me to have lunch with them. i felt so special. in july i gained more friends, they began to trust me and be friends with me. i gained more and more friends until i befriended all my classmates. i was so surprised because i started as a loner, but now i have companions. I was motivated by them. When they asked my yahoo account i was brought closer to them. i learned all they're deep personalities and their characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all your warm hospitality. i really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for listening to me and i hope that i won't have any problems with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you ... a lot.. for making me feel so special ..i can't express it in words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll be here next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i want to stay here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i will be here to listen to your problems and give advices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-8132071439823259263?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8132071439823259263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=8132071439823259263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8132071439823259263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8132071439823259263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-beggining.html' title='a new beginning'/><author><name>danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vfwClfoO9p8/RsBF7WJOsQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zZAJ0nmCs14/s200/6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-3877264889274201598</id><published>2007-09-30T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T02:11:05.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Halloween is an event in which both children and adults enjoy. Aside from Christmas, Halloween is one of my favorite events. Many people might think that Halloween is boring and fictional but for me it’s real and fun. It is not only because I have a sweet tooth but also of the events that makes Halloween a little scary and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love trick or treating. It’s so fun that I want it to happen everyday. I enjoy walking around our village asking for candies, chocolates and treats. Every Halloween, my friends and I would pass by our favorite house. Why? It’s just because our favorite gives out expensive chocolates that are so delicious. I hope that this coming Halloween, our favorite house would still give us expensive chocolates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-3877264889274201598?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3877264889274201598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=3877264889274201598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/3877264889274201598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/3877264889274201598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/halloween-is-event-in-which-both.html' title=''/><author><name>Mottie (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16780241359554764443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb8TfR5i9xg/Sg0Scc92DaI/AAAAAAAAADY/3om9h7r9Hfs/S220/DSC02886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-3260305265093311506</id><published>2007-09-29T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T08:32:04.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my love so real...... but i pray that she do feel......</title><content type='html'>i hate your cute kulot&lt;br /&gt;i hate your chinky eyes&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate those bouncy cheeks&lt;br /&gt;i hate your kissable lips&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way you make me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause everytime that i love you&lt;br /&gt;my world becomes so blue and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world stops, when you are there&lt;br /&gt;and i melt in your lovely stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way you care&lt;br /&gt;the tenderness we share&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause when i see&lt;br /&gt;you glancing at me&lt;br /&gt;you set my soul so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you laugh, i loose control&lt;br /&gt;but you make my life so whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not have a clue&lt;br /&gt;why i feel this way for you&lt;br /&gt;but i hope you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause everything is true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i say i love you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know......all the people can feel my great love for you AND i wonder why you don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's hard for me already but you don't have to encourage me to stop cause i'll never stop loving you until you learn to love me too...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your learning to trust me and its a good thing to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it still doesn't help in lessening my fear........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i too am afraid but i took the risk cause i know that your so special....&lt;br /&gt;imagine, you made me cry countless times already and yet i'm still here kneeling and craving for your love.... others say i'm "tanga" gago" bobo" because there's plenty of girls out there............................ but i tell you&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; neither one of those girls out there will never, ever be KAREN S. LAURITO so i teel you that i think i'm confident enough to say that......... it was never a wrong decision to love my kakai!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUV YAH PALALABS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-3260305265093311506?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3260305265093311506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=3260305265093311506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/3260305265093311506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/3260305265093311506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-hate-your-cute-kulot-i-hate-your.html' title='my love so real...... but i pray that she do feel......'/><author><name>loloy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09533011247737802430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-6443548825477629627</id><published>2007-09-29T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T08:07:56.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop pushing me.......</title><content type='html'>everything about you&lt;br /&gt;makes me loose control&lt;br /&gt;and everytime i see you&lt;br /&gt;it satisfies my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your one great girl&lt;br /&gt;that i'm really crazy with&lt;br /&gt;your so special to me&lt;br /&gt;that i feel your a need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be envious&lt;br /&gt;but it's not because of greed&lt;br /&gt;i just don't want you to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;or to have my heart bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your a mystery&lt;br /&gt;that i really want to break&lt;br /&gt;i'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;even to get bitten by a snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause the pain doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;even how severe it is&lt;br /&gt;i just want our feelings towards each other&lt;br /&gt;to never ever cease........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just to want to point out that........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think i'm fooling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'd show you that i'm serious whe i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-6443548825477629627?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-2356541819786478499</id><published>2007-09-20T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T03:39:57.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song...'/><title type='text'>lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fm static-tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time we spend togetheron those drives&lt;br /&gt;We had a million questionsall about our lives&lt;br /&gt;and when we got to New York everything felt right&lt;br /&gt;i wish you were here with me&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days we spend together&lt;br /&gt;were not enough&lt;br /&gt;and it used to feel like dream&lt;br /&gt;except we always woke up&lt;br /&gt;never thought not having you here now&lt;br /&gt;would hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;tonight im falling and i can't give up&lt;br /&gt;i need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;and every night i miss you i can just look up&lt;br /&gt;and know the stars areholding,holding,holding you&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the time you told me&lt;br /&gt;back when you were eight&lt;br /&gt;and all the things you said that night&lt;br /&gt;that just couldn't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the car you were last seating&lt;br /&gt;and the games we would play&lt;br /&gt;all the times we spend our coffees&lt;br /&gt;and stayed out way too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the time you sat and told me&lt;br /&gt;about your jesus&lt;br /&gt;and how not to look back&lt;br /&gt;even if no one believes us&lt;br /&gt;when it hurts so bad&lt;br /&gt;sometimes not having you here&lt;br /&gt;i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight im falling and i can't get up&lt;br /&gt;i need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;and every night i miss you i can just look up&lt;br /&gt;and know the stars areholding,holding,holding you&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say&lt;br /&gt;tonight im falling and i cant give up&lt;br /&gt;i need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;and every night i miss you i can just look up&lt;br /&gt;and know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;holding,holding,holding you&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just want to share this to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a nice song.. trust me..&lt;br /&gt;you may download or listen to it if you want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i just remembered something..&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-2356541819786478499?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2356541819786478499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=2356541819786478499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2356541819786478499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2356541819786478499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/lyrics.html' title='lyrics'/><author><name>danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vfwClfoO9p8/RsBF7WJOsQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zZAJ0nmCs14/s200/6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-2090521848394045186</id><published>2007-09-19T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T03:56:14.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades...'/><title type='text'>card days</title><content type='html'>every student is waiting for this event,the card day.It makes us really nervous,we may get good and excellent grades that makes our parents proud,or maybe low grades that disappoints our parents.They may cut our salary,or maybe no more computer,or maybe worse.,ground us for a month.But remember,our failures is one step closer to success.Failures are challenges to face,It enhances our experiences,it urges us to strive more.So to all you students who are waiting for the grades,fail or not,we will always succeed....have hope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-2090521848394045186?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2090521848394045186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=2090521848394045186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2090521848394045186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2090521848394045186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/card-days.html' title='card days'/><author><name>danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vfwClfoO9p8/RsBF7WJOsQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zZAJ0nmCs14/s200/6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-8509274780457202525</id><published>2007-09-19T03:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T03:51:55.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quarters..'/><title type='text'>a new quarter</title><content type='html'>hayyyy...2nd quarter na...time goes by really fast..the ecological presentation is due next month...we need to be prepared....more assignments to do...more seatworks to answer...more quizzes that makes us study...more projects to work on...more lectures and discussions to listen to...but one thing pursues us to strive hard in school...our parents...and companions that bonds with us in every challenge we face..our friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-8509274780457202525?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8509274780457202525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=8509274780457202525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8509274780457202525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8509274780457202525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-quarter.html' title='a new quarter'/><author><name>danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vfwClfoO9p8/RsBF7WJOsQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zZAJ0nmCs14/s200/6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-2957564739990173323</id><published>2007-09-18T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T07:09:58.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFECTIONISM</title><content type='html'>Thomas Hurka, a neo-Aristotelean, in his aptly titled book, Perfectionism, provides an introductory answer to what is perfectionism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“This moral theory starts from an account of the good life, or the intrinsically desirable life. And it characterizes this life in a distinctive way. Certain properties, it says, constitute human nature or are definitive of humanity—they make humans human. The good life, it then says, develops these properties to a high degree or realizes what is central to human nature. Different versions of the theory may disagree about what the relevant properties are and so disagree about the content of the good life. But they share the foundational idea that what is good, ultimately, is the development of human nature.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It should not be misunderstood that a perfectionist believes one can obtain a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; life or state of living, rather a perfectionist practices stead fast perseverance in obtaining the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;best possible&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; life or state of living. It is also important to understand that the optimal life or state of living is not only material, but also spiritual, mental, and physical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you go, that explains everything. By the way, I do not own this got it from Wikipedia. Hope this post helps out those people who say that they are perfectionists. I might like to also add that nobody’s perfect although the one who made us is perfect that doesn’t mean we are too. Yes, we &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; perfect but because of what Adam and Eve had done we can no longer call ourselves perfect. I do not blame them for what have they’ve done. I just wanna tell you our past and history why we can no longer call ourselves perfect. The time will come by the way when all of us we’ll be perfect human beings.&lt;b&gt; GOD’S CREATION&lt;/b&gt;. Earth is just a stepping stone or shall I say a battle field where we fight to be &lt;b&gt;TRUE CHRISTIANS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-2957564739990173323?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2957564739990173323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=2957564739990173323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2957564739990173323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2957564739990173323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/perfectionism.html' title='PERFECTIONISM'/><author><name>Jim1907</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r169/Jim1907/CrisArtkalicephirot-Decisin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-4847040295729684825</id><published>2007-09-17T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T05:39:37.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be warned!!! Looks can be deceiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onemanconga.com/content/annoying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.onemanconga.com/content/annoying.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a person in class who we dislike the most. He seems cute and cuddly to look at but as they say, "looks can really be deceiving" and it's true. Get to know this person better and you will see what I mean. Even the look on his face spills the whole fact that he is annoying you. Annoying you to death, that is. He seems to get other people's attention by crying when he is being bullied by Zechy and other people in class. But as far as I know, he only does that to make the person guilty and to pull a crowd closer to him. He has the weapons and tactics to ruin your whole day. Even the way he stares at you can really drive you nuts. He thinks he has it all. Annoys people with his smile, annoys you when you have something important to do, make stories about your wrongdoing, do the most annoying face ever, and the like. It's really getting to all of us. Even to the innocent ones. He target's everyone which he thinks is more superior than him. In Danielle's posts, he really has a very good point. All of us are equal. But this guy really stretches the limits of everyone in class, and then cries crocodile tears once annoyed. He gives a new definition to the term "Crab Mentality". He has his own world full of stupidity and more stupidity. He speaks of stuff. Lots of stuff, behind your back and spreads rumors about you to your friends and other people who are close to you for them to avoid you and hate you. He is always staying with us. Our circle of 5 friends Dave John Flores, Me, Rizal Acas, Christopher Caboverde and Cedric Lloren . He thought that they are his friends because he went to their houses. But to tell you the truth, even the guys above think he is very annoying. Ask Dave, he knows. We call him the "FC"(feeling close) one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are on his target list, for him, all the things you say are wrong. All the points you stress are wrong. All the people you dislike will be his friends and he, together with them will annoy you to the limit . All things that you do, he re-enacts them in pursuit of destroying your reputation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know him and just see him in person and you will see what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you who he is and for me to avoid confusion, he is the guy who sits in front of Tasha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, if you are his enemy, he will try to put you down by his insults and he will always say that you are the most hated one in class and the like. He stresses those things like the blabbermouth he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Paolo-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-4847040295729684825?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4847040295729684825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=4847040295729684825' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4847040295729684825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4847040295729684825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='Be warned!!! Looks can be deceiving'/><author><name>PCRU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09454086455529539546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-2987693729641036029</id><published>2007-09-17T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T04:32:46.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merci beaucoup</title><content type='html'>Merci pour effacer les postes. Il Vraiment Signifie Vraiment beaucoup pour moi savoir que nos relations sont lentement restaurées à c'est des états originaux. Merci beaucoup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for deleting the posts. It Really Really Means a lot for me to know that our relationships are slowly being restored to it's original states. Thank you very much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-2987693729641036029?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2987693729641036029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=2987693729641036029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2987693729641036029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2987693729641036029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/merci-beaucoup.html' title='Merci beaucoup'/><author><name>PCRU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09454086455529539546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-7096819040666708524</id><published>2007-09-15T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T11:06:49.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well i'm sorry if i'm not enough.....</title><content type='html'>i may not be the most perfect guy in your world or the most special one in your life but eventhough i'm happy that i tried...... I tried to win your heart and i think i've done everything that i can..... I'm just me and i'm sorry if i didn't reach your expectations its just sometimes not everything goes according to what you have planned..... You have your expectations but sometimes your the one who must adjust not the surroundings to adjust to you.... My point is that, I tried everything that i can and if it never was enough then i'm sorry..... it may be a disappointment to you, but the disappointment is mine to bear, its really sad to say that you never tried to look beyond what you imagined your perfect guy to be, as i have said, not everything goes according to plan, really, you just might not have known that we really were planned and all of the things wasn't happening coincidentally, everything has its purpose and thats why its there.... in our situation i really think it was going according to plan but the problem is if one is afraid to pursue the other also fails to go on..... cause we were like a team, i can never win without you....... I really wanted to be with you but you said your uncomfortable...... If you did not experienced real love before then what i'm doing now is an example of it...... i need not to lay down everything i sacrificed cause i thought it was going to be clear to you that i sacrificed a lot of things for you..but i was wrong...... The barrier that you said that divides our special bond is nothing but a mere thought of fear.... that barrier is never even there if you are not afraid to put your best foot forward.... "only them who dares to fail greatly achieves greatly" What is life without certain risks..... i'm really encouraging you to face your fears, haunt them before they haunt you, confront them....... i may no be enough as a person for you..... but i know my deeds are..... i've done everything that i can.... and if it still doesn't work then the problem isn't with me, it's with you..... You simply refuse to open your eyes in what is happening in front of you..... and whats happening is there are people here willing to give up anything just to make you proud..... I'm not judging you if that's what you feel.... i really am not...... cause no matter how you have hurt me i will always love you and respect you....... as i have said, MAYBE the problem is with you cause you tend to reject the great love that has laid upon you........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls... don't be mad...... i wrote in the blog kakai cause hindi talaga ito kakasya sa text....heheheh.....dba?.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may reject me a thousand times but still i will keep on loving you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will DESTROY the barriers that you said that divides us..... I will crush them no matter what it takes just to be with you and to win your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly, you are makulit!!! pero ang problema lang..... MAS MAKULIT AKO!!! DBA? HAHAHa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loloi will never stop loving Kakai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you kai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-7096819040666708524?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7096819040666708524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=7096819040666708524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7096819040666708524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7096819040666708524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-im-sorry-if-im-not-enough.html' title='Well i&apos;m sorry if i&apos;m not enough.....'/><author><name>loloy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09533011247737802430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-6152742791421568572</id><published>2007-09-15T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T07:05:49.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy!! i really am.......but..............</title><content type='html'>Yes! you say you like me........your saying that your grateful because i made you feel special....... but......... i really can't stop thinking about what you said........ you like me and i like you........ but you fear that the special bond in our friendship would evolve or grow deeper in to something you don't want.... I''l get straight to the point, knowing that we like each other makes me feel really happy but i am really bothered by the fact that you are staying away just so that you can deal with the uneasy feeling have you have everytime i'm near you or everytime your thinking of me and it's making you feel uncomfortable......... Well, i'm sorry if i made you cry or if ever i made you confused....but you know what i feel for you and your well aware that if i want to express myself then i'd express it.... Your aware that you clearly said that you like me and there are things that prevent you from showing your affection for me but really, if i was you i'd rather express it than to keep it, cause i can't bear to see the one so special to me everyday as if nothings going on eventhough i'm fully aware that like the person so much.... but you......you'd rather go away from me, now i'm the one confused but eventhough what your doing impresses me.... cause you'd rather stay away from me just to deal with your feelings and i know that it's realy a great sacrifice in your part...............but i, i have a big but....... Why do we need to stay away from each other? if you don't want our special bond to be something that you don't want then let's be friends or better yet, special friends but still friends...... it's not so much to ask, i'm not even bothering you, i 'm not asking you to be my girlfriend cause i treat you so special that among other girls that i have had, your the one that i'm really interested with... the way you get mad at me makes me happy, the way you smile, you laugh, you do things makes me really happy......... let's be friends or special friends, not because there are things that prevent you from liking me, you already have to banish the special feeling you have for me... right? and most of all you don't have to keep away from me.... cause you know that even you try on running away from me i'd still be running and would be chasing for you....... i'd follow you everywhere  you'd go..... and eventhough your trying to forget me, you know that i can never forget you......... My point is that ....... forgetting somebody is never the best way to get over someone else nor to forget him just because of your feelings... cause as they always say, feelings can be decieveing....... but i know i'm sure that my love for you is real....... the question is,....... are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you'll play hard to get it won't be problem cause i'll play harder........not that i'm greedy or anything but........... its because i'm really serious when i  say........ Karen........ I really really really like you so much!!! And i know that you know that........ but do you accept the fact that someone here is really concerned for you......?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm......... i'm not mad cause i don't have the right to be mad at you but i'm just expressing my thoughts and i'm just clearing to you my feelings..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE YOUR ALWAYS MAKING ME CRAZY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN A VERY POSITIVE WAY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-6152742791421568572?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6152742791421568572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=6152742791421568572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/6152742791421568572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/6152742791421568572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-happy-i-really-ambut.html' title='I&apos;m happy!! i really am.......but..............'/><author><name>loloy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09533011247737802430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-497372818944912294</id><published>2007-09-15T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T05:16:51.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Confusing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;This is for the guy who made me cry a lot of times and the cause of my confusions... I am only doing this because I think this is the only was to express myself, my thoughts and my problems. I am sure that my friends, especially the &lt;i&gt;ones &lt;/i&gt;helping him, would listen... but then the world would know. They are not all good in keeping their mouths shut even for a while. I thought everything wouldn’t come to this point and everything wouldn’t change my outlook on things. There are things I want that are not found in you. There are things that prevent me from liking you… a barrier that divides us and bounds us from doing what we want. It’s not like I’m asking much from you. I’m not asking you to get into my expectations… the only thing I’m asking is for you keep your patience… It’s obvious that things are different in your mind. You were thinking that our friendship could grow into a deeper one because you think I like you… well its true… its noticeable in my actions… The feeling that I get when I’m with you is not the same as with the feeling I get when I’m with the others… Confusing isn’t it? But I think it’s because that I know you feel something for me, which is not plainly friendship. I’m not used to this feeling and I think the only way to deal with this feeling is to stay away from you. As what you’ve said, I’m “magulo”… and I think I am… I think it’s the only way to keep you distant from me. I’m really sorry if I’m doing this or I offended you but i think this is the only way to keep things straight. Before this ends, i want to thank you for making me feel special... You know the things I want; you know the things I hate… Sometimes, I may not have the words to make you feel better, but I will always be here to listen…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-497372818944912294?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/497372818944912294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=497372818944912294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/497372818944912294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/497372818944912294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/loves-confusing.html' title='Love&apos;s Confusing'/><author><name>kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08521925268751341613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-1519301013652655378</id><published>2007-09-15T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T04:34:41.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry.</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I deleted all my posts. This time, I will make my posts for the sake of academics and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the reactions that you submitted although some were undesirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you see me as a person who boasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to Don and JV they knows my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they say... Small statements build up to make bigger statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the persons who got hit by the posts. I ask forgiveness. I am partly responsible for this catastrophe to happen and for that. I'm Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do this to make our relationships better. I hope you would do the same and delete all you're negative posts as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-1519301013652655378?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1519301013652655378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=1519301013652655378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1519301013652655378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1519301013652655378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry.'/><author><name>PCRU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09454086455529539546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-2801487933907291775</id><published>2007-09-15T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T02:10:23.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>ouch.... now you really did it this time....but i still love you...and i dnt knw why..</title><content type='html'>she's cold and she's cruel but she knows wat she's doin.... she cuts the conversation when were already talking... the more she ignores me the more i adore her....strange as it seems she's the one i'm after.. cause she's so bitter sweet she knocks me out of my feet and i can't compare her from anyone else, she's a mystery she's too much for me but i keep coming back for her.......she's just the gurl i'm looking for..... i dont know why i keep torturing myself by forcing my love to her but one thing that i understood is that she's one special girl cause she made me cry 3 times and nobody has ever done that to me..... usually the girl cries...hehehe but i'm not a heart breaker... she's afraid that i might hurt her, but now i think its my fault because it means that my love is not yet enough cause she does not yet realize that i love her so much and i can never think of doing that to her....minamasdan kita kahit di mo alam pinapangarap na ikaw ay akin.. mapupulang labi, matingkad mong ngiti, umaabot hanggang langit. sa iyong ngiti ako'y nahuhumaling at sa tuwing ika'y gagalaw ang mundo ko'y tumitigil para lng sayo, ang awit ng aking puso... your eyes, your smile, your sense of humour especially your laughs!... these are only some of the things dat makes me crazy over you....... but it's true, you dont knw da things i do..... how i cower in your look cause it makes me feel weak everytime our eyes meet.. how everytime i dream that your comfortable in my arms and that when i feel that nobody can separate us and this obstacles are just challenges in lyf... i don't know why i'm saying this but............ i think i've fallen for you..ako'y alipin mo kahit hindi batid..aaminin ko'y minsan ako'y manhid... sana ay iyong naririnig sayong yakap ako'y nasasabik.... i will tell all of you honestly my first impression...... at first i thought she's just an innocent who i can easily get.. take note.(at first!) because i thought she was suplada and this and that..... but..... after....... i started to see a different side of her... suddenly i became interested at her so much that my mistake was i forgot when to stop.... that i poured it all and i was not patient enough to w8 for the right time... its was lyk" gi gayuma ako" heheeh.... but really, i cant remember the first time i noticed her.... at first i was teasing her but then i really became interested.. i really want to know her.... i thought she was easy but i was wrong! she is very difficult to decipher, i'm trying to unlock the mystery that wraps around her but its hard. For now i know a little about her cause she's uncomfortable wid me and i don't know why again...... you see, she's very discreet... but then i did not give up eventhough it was hard..... but as time passed by, i started to feel the positive effects in me... because of my being intimately attached to her.... she molded me to become a ne DON but in a positive way.... Now, this part really hurts me the most.......When she said that i must forget her and forget everything, it really pierced me deep because after all my sacrifices i'll just be casted away... When she told me that she knew something that paved way for her to banish the feeling that she had for me, it really caused me pain..... Now i can remember her for 2 things, the first is that i really was happy to be with her and nobody has ever let me feel this way and the other is because of the pain that she has inflicted in my mind and in my soul, the unhealing wound she has caused in my heart....but this things maybe true, but it doesn't mean i'm giving up on her..cause i never will...NO SACRIFICE, NO VICTORY, NO VICTORY NO GLORY........... To people reading this blog, you may say that i know nothing about love, but for people like my age, this is what love to them.. L ove is what we call it when the person so special to us makes us feel uncomfortable but happy,motivated, jolly, cheerful, mesmerized, captivated and inloved and we can't even explain why the person so special to us makes us feel this way. So please don't judge me whe i say that Karen S. Laurito, i love you so much and you mean so much to me.... your eyes that makes wonderful stares, your smile that completes my day and satisfies me, your laughs that makes me want to hug you so tight and your beauty that forces me to dream of you day and night..... Karen you may be angry because i did this but its the only way that i can think of, cause i can't tell it to you personally eventhough i'm trying cause your uncomfortable when i' always near your presence. You may say i have no right but i just not used to hiding my emotions.... so sorry if ever you'll get mad but one thing i can say is that ....... this really came from the heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep in wondering…..is it so wrong to luv you? I think not…. Is it a sin to luv you…ofcors not……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Loloy last September 15, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-2801487933907291775?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2801487933907291775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=2801487933907291775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2801487933907291775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2801487933907291775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/ouch-now-you-really-did-it-this-timebut.html' title='ouch.... now you really did it this time....but i still love you...and i dnt knw why..'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-831447391396733651</id><published>2007-09-14T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T20:14:03.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relations..'/><title type='text'>bothered</title><content type='html'>I've been bothered by this person for a couple of weeks now by his posts in the class blog...i think almost everyone in class is angry to him..here's my opinion.....people has their own skill, and attitude.....some people are good in academics...some people are good in dancing...some people are good in cooking....some are good in sports....do not judge the people's attitude towards you....some may like you...maybe some don't.....everyone has his own style...you must respect their skills....do not laugh if they are not good at sports...don't boast if they are not smart like you....respect them....everyone has his own ambition...from an athlete...doctor....star...or maybe a scientist.....if they dont bring books to school.....don't mind them its their own of style.....but we to, must also respect this guy.....he also has his own feelings and opinions toward us....i'm sorry if this guy was affected by my post....respect the opinion of others...and you will be respected as well....respect....cannot be bought.....but..it can be earned......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-831447391396733651?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/831447391396733651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=831447391396733651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/831447391396733651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/831447391396733651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/bothered.html' title='bothered'/><author><name>danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vfwClfoO9p8/RsBF7WJOsQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zZAJ0nmCs14/s200/6b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-5301658770805969727</id><published>2007-09-14T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:36:26.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I have friends....lots of them...best friends...girl friends...boy friends... But sometimes it is hard to find someone you really can trust. Someone you can tell secrets with. And I'm lucky to have found someone that I can count on. This friend (*clears throat*) is "tsay" makes people laugh with her jokes. She's a good friend and if time would let me, I'd like to stick to her forever. But sometimes you'll be able to meet "wolves in a sheep's cloth". Friends that bully YOU. So you gotta be careful and pick those "friends" that will be there for you. Although you might fight sometimes, but that's what makes your friendship grow stronger than ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Jhanine Namocatcat last August 24, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-5301658770805969727?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5301658770805969727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=5301658770805969727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/5301658770805969727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/5301658770805969727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-4653884228743404622</id><published>2007-09-13T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:44:40.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Confusing Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Is it me??? or karen is just rockin my world....... Hmmmm..... First of all i'd like to greet happy kadayawan to everyone.... Well, no time to waste, i'm gonna start right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few months a girl who seemed to have caught my attention has always been bothering me.. This is because I can't sleep without thinking about her nor eat... In some way this girl mesmerized me. At first, I tried to know her. I studied her, I figured out what she likes, what she wants, what she's capable of and most important of all, what she is. After that, tried to talk to her, at first it was ok but when later I confessed my love to her, everytime I talk to her the words just came out wrong, so i figured out that I have to say i love her in a poem. I wrote a lot of poetry and I admit that i'm good at poetry, actually my previous girlfriends was inlove with me because of my poetry, normally it would be because of my sweet tongue but poetry is still good for a plan b...hehehe... To continue, I always make something funny, stupid or sometimes even bad things just for her to notice me.. Then, she changed, she refused to have long conversations with me, she keeps distance from me and i really don't know why. I was asking myself why, but i can't come up with an answer... Luckily, her friend told that it was because she was getting because our classmates were beggining to notice and was starting to tease already. So i said to myself, if i want her to fall inlove with, i've to give her some respect. I tried not to talk to her for some days but then the urge started, i can't control my emotions and i bursted out to the world how i feel about her and i think she got mad. On the other hand i was also confused, why be mad at me when i treat her as the batteries in my life, in short i can't go on without her. She is like one of the greatest things that happened to my life and i'm not letiing it slip away. I continued to do the things i do for her to notice me but i found out that she was starting to hate me. I'm so confused, why does this girl loves to hate so much when all i tried to do is love her so much? Still i didn't lose hope, i continued to make her notice me... It was until a certain event happened and i got her number and we started texting. I was so confused when i found out that in our text messages, we were so sweet but in personal, it's just like nothing happened. Then, i just forgot about it and started to do my magic, bu to my suprise, i found out that this girl is different. She is not easily caught by my admirable face and sweet words, she wanted me to earn her trust first..... I don't know how long it will take cause until now I'm still in the process..hehehe... Up to here only. I'll just inform you what will happen next... Anywayzzzz, I forget to tell you who the girl is....... Her name is KAren Laurito, and she just the girl i'm craving for.....&lt;br /&gt;Labels: Confusing yet suprising act of admiration..... I'm also confused....hehehe&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;                 &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;                    Posted last August 18, 2007&lt;span class="fn"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt;&lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://loloy-2pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/08/cofusing-love.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2007-08-18T12:48:00-07:00"&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-4653884228743404622?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4653884228743404622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=4653884228743404622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4653884228743404622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4653884228743404622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/confusing-love.html' title='Confusing Love'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-927223569193775171</id><published>2007-09-13T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:40:36.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Who You?</title><content type='html'>who do u think you are??? you think your someone big, someone greater than all of us... well let me break it up to you that your not better than us, in fact we're better than you.... I can say that i am better than you.... You think you can scare us with your "read the blog" thingy uttering in your scary mouth? ohhhhhh.....scary......well were not scared, if i was so fed up with you i'd go to you and punch you direct in the face but i wouldn't do that cause normally, i do that to people who are man enough to fight me.. and yur not one of them..... i made this blog, not because i got hurt personally but it realy caught my attenetion because when i saw your blog it made me laugh..... it's not funny, but it really shows how coward you are...don't tell me that your a lover not a fighter because i think the only girl that loved you is your mother... hahaaahah... Not that i'm insulting you but if you are insulted, boooohoooo for you...... What i'm trying to say is that, we know your smart, we know your this and like that but i still pity you cause yu can't stand up to your word! You told us that you don't crack easily, but what hapenned, the little girl broke down and cried!hmmmm..... in case you are hurt, i'm just here supporting you, keep on shouting at you.....Gaba.! i'm not afraid of you and i will never let you touch people smaller than you are, cause you'll be eeting my fist if you do that.... i'm very bothered of he fact that you know what you are yet you tend to deny what people say to you!!!!! Be open-minded! Be true! drink royal tru-orange man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a piece of advice........geek boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be geeky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted: September 9, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-927223569193775171?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/927223569193775171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=927223569193775171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/927223569193775171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/927223569193775171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/who-you.html' title='Who You?'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-3635754463561614314</id><published>2007-09-13T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:40:13.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Friendly Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i maybe silent in all the things you have written but its not because i'm guilty..... i have been keeping my cool for how many days because i don't want to disappoint karen... i don't want her to feel bad because i got into a fight again....but i tell you this... tell your fingers to be careful in what they are typing cause if ever they they typed things that would really provoke me then i swear to god that even karen can't stop me from doing the unthikable to you. i may be good but dont think the same thing when i'm mad!..... I'm not discouraging you to make blogs , i'm just telling you to be careful...because like everybody else in our class....you don't know me and you don't know the things i could do! So please listen...... WATCH YOUR FINGERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advincula, Don; Thursday, September 13, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="timestamp-link" title="permanent link" href="http://loloy-whodoyouthinkyouare.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-maybe-silent-in-all-things-you-have.html" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-3635754463561614314?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3635754463561614314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=3635754463561614314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/3635754463561614314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/3635754463561614314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/friendly-warning.html' title='Friendly Warning'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-596357850502523250</id><published>2007-09-13T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:33:20.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>I can't get over you...... and you know that!</title><content type='html'>A bad boy fell in love with a good girl....... In this case i can see myself as the bad boy and you know who for the good girl.. I am the bad boy , who has done bad things to make her happy, the bad boy who has risked almost everything just to make her feel my great love for her, the bad boy who tried to be good just to make her proud. It's such a disappointment that i have been giving all that i can and yet it is still not enough, i have given the greatest love i can give to someone special like her. She's so special to me that i easily get jelous just because i fear of loosing her to somebody else. She has changed a lot about me, i forced myself to be smart just so that i can cope with her IQ and she would not say i'm dumb and that she would be proud of me. I became more jolly, happy, more interested and more motivated. All of this is because of her, when we got closer, we always had quarrels and now we had a quarrel that ended a special bond in our friendship. Now she's telling me to forget her, to forget everything, my question is, how can she tell me such things when she knows that i can never forget her, when she knows that i can never forget the everything about us! She told me she wasn't numb and that she feels my great love for her, is it lacking? I think not, but she will never understand me cause she will never know the things that i have given up just for her, just to be with her! I wrote this blog not because i'm mad but , as usual, to show her that i'm really deeply inloved with her, to show her that i'm crazy for her, to let her know that she's a special drug made only for me and makes me addicted over her, to ask forgiveness to all that i have done wrong to her and to tell her whole heartedly.....Can we give it another try? pls.... you know that what your telling me is such an impossible task for me. How can i forget you? How can i forget us? the answer is NEVER! So pls. tell me or better yet if you really don't want my love anymore, tell me straight to the face that you hate me so much cause as what i have said: I will always love you as long as i can and as ong as you want.. and you know i love you.....i know you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Mr. Advincula last Thursday, September 13, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-596357850502523250?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/596357850502523250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=596357850502523250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/596357850502523250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/596357850502523250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-cant-get-over-you-and-you-know-that.html' title='I can&apos;t get over you...... and you know that!'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-6714784520536988554</id><published>2007-08-25T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:49:27.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lovely teacher Ms. Henelsie T. Barriga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqUHDVmWYr4/RtEDclAKBBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Wkqu8J6T8N8/s1600-h/Picture+492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102863642291471378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqUHDVmWYr4/RtEDclAKBBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Wkqu8J6T8N8/s320/Picture+492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our English teacher, Ms. Barriga. Ms. Barriga is a kind, good and loving teacher to her students. She is also good in teaching English. She also gave us moral lessons. She also control her patience eventhough we are very noisy. She also make us laugh, because of her funny jokes. That's why we really love our English teacher..... Ms. Henelsie T. Barriga.... We Love You!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-6714784520536988554?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6714784520536988554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=6714784520536988554' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/6714784520536988554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/6714784520536988554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-lovely-teacher-ms-henelsie-t.html' title='Our Lovely teacher Ms. Henelsie T. Barriga...'/><author><name>shin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853139541891543234</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqUHDVmWYr4/RtEDclAKBBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Wkqu8J6T8N8/s72-c/Picture+492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-6674831025910751739</id><published>2007-08-20T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:24:45.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Story (sort of)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;This is just a short story (if you call it like that) that I made. I haven't thought of a title yet so for any suggestions just put it in a comment. Hope you enjoy reading it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Reaching destination" she whispered to her speaker. Hidden in the shadows of the night, behind the trees stood a girl. She was in her mid-teens, long blue hair tied in a high ponytail, wearing black leather boots, a mini skrt that reached above her knees and a sleeveless black top. Reaching for a pouch which was strapped around her waist behind her, she took out a pair if black gloves and wore them. Checking her sorroundings she stealthily moved through the forest, jumping from one branch to another. Soon she arrived at a clearing where she found a latge mansion standing in all of it's glory. The blue-head noticed that it was heavily guarded. Four men in dark blue suits were guarding the gate, two were at the door of the huge house. Some were even patrolling around the estate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;"I'm in position. Prepare to enage" she said to her mic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Blah blah blah! Could you at least relax a little? It's a simple, easy, B-rank mission for Kage's sake!" a masculine yet loud male said "All you do is work work work! When was the last time you had a vacation?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;"That is none of your concern Kyou." the teen girl replied icily, "It is my decision what to do with my life and when I can do it..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Now now stop it you two, my ears are going to bleed. Kyou don't scream loudly in your mic." said another male, "Now, Sadette remember: do not let anyone escape. Kill them all, and make it quick." he said seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Understood, captain" Sadette replied, "Kyou are you ready?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Yeah yeah I gotcha'" Kyou replied, "Wish you were more cheerful though" he mumbled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;So that's that! I apologize if it was bad, I just started. Call me 'The Amateur Writer' if you want! HAHAHA!!! *ahem* Excuse me. Thanks for reading!!! P.S. Sakura Rules!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Kym Cañizares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;2-Pignatelli&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/1245549549543251509-6674831025910751739?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6674831025910751739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=6674831025910751739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/6674831025910751739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/6674831025910751739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/08/short-story-sort-of.html' title='Short Story (sort of)'/><author><name>Sadette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826065950386698549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u22/xlanimegirllx/tohru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-7755145172256818006</id><published>2007-08-17T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T06:35:19.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Year's School Fiesta</title><content type='html'>I experienced a lot of things this year's fiesta. I spent it with my friends. There were contests that amazed or fascinated me. Even though I was caught2 times by the C.A.T. a.k.a "jailers", I had fun. I wasn't able to ride the spider or any of those rides because I have to consider my health. Campus Pop was my favorite part of the fiesta. It was my first time to attend there because I wasn't allowed last year. I was so happy because all of my friends were there. I danced with my friends and I was shocked to see them dance. They are so good! The best part is that the operators played my favorite song and that was start for me to have the energy to dance. Later on, it was time to go home. I really enjoyed this year's fiesta than last year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maffy Baron-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-7755145172256818006?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7755145172256818006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=7755145172256818006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7755145172256818006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7755145172256818006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-years-school-fiesta.html' title='This Year&apos;s School Fiesta'/><author><name>MaFFy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435969899624318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-7018096499721714251</id><published>2007-08-14T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T02:44:35.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Experience in Signapore</title><content type='html'>Singapore is a fun to live in because of the cleanliness of the country and it's really peacefull. Last summer me and my family have a vacation in Singapore, it was so fun because i have plenty of good and funny memories. One of the best spot is in Singapore is the Singapore Zoo because some of the animals displayed there were not displayed in the Philippines. Underwater World is really great because many fishes, sharks, and many more are there; the best part was that i saw my 1st jelly fish!!!!!!!!!!, it was nice and and pinkish. Well thats the last thing that i remembered... \/Q_Q\/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-7018096499721714251?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7018096499721714251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7018096499721714251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-experience-in-signapore.html' title='My Experience in Signapore'/><author><name>JaY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12575548707154779255</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-1245549549543251509.post-2057152329096814021</id><published>2007-08-12T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T05:03:36.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tall vs. Small</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.endscore.com/blogimages/Boykins_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="414" alt="" src="http://www.endscore.com/blogimages/Boykins_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Most of the people i know expect a lot from me because of my height, especially in basketball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some might think that im a good player because im quite "big".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The truth is, if you take away my height.... i wont be much of a threat. I know my limitations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i also know that my playing style relies on my height. Sometimes I ask myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"what will happen if i play with someone alot bigger than me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i tried out for the varsity team, there were many players that were taller than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if i cant use my size, what will i do?.... many say that basketball is a game of height, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have seen small players that are really good. Some can barely reach my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This year, im trying a new approach. Im practicing my jumpshot and i try to drive once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in a while. Im even practice three-point shooting. I want to be the best that i can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and be an all-around player. Someone that doesnt need height to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~FrAnCiS~  =p&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/1245549549543251509-2057152329096814021?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2057152329096814021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=2057152329096814021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2057152329096814021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2057152329096814021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/08/tall-vs-small.html' title='Tall vs. Small'/><author><name>Francis Damaso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560886496157035121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fe-KUYE77_k/TSRm9mbNhAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ksvJPffuz2k/S220/DSC03087-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-2493104220497211658</id><published>2007-08-09T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:50:05.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><title type='text'>Anime 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0XvklWIWzk/RrsplzGH_II/AAAAAAAAAAU/t848oa8Kn0E/s1600-h/Chibi_Chibi_Chibi%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096713132647644290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0XvklWIWzk/RrsplzGH_II/AAAAAAAAAAU/t848oa8Kn0E/s320/Chibi_Chibi_Chibi%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite anime is Inuaysha.Inuyasha is my favorite anime character.The reason that I love to watch Inuyasha beacause of that story.Everyday I always wonder what would happen next in their journey.I also wonder if Inuyasha and Kagome are not fighting and that Miroku will not try to be the ladiesman because Sango will be mad.The story of Inuaysha is about a half-demon dog that searches for the shikon no tama or the sacred jewel and protect it from the other demons and the evil Naraku with the help of Kagome, Sango, Kirara, and Miroku.Though , I didn't finish the whole story but I'm just wondering if they already have beaten Naraku?Now that is a mystery.But for me, the real mystery is that will Inuaysha make up his mind to between Kikyo,his frist love or Kagome, the girl that enlightens him that is why Inuaysha feels like he is free.Wow!That's a tough decision!In my computer, I have 430 and above pictures of Inuyasha.Talk about crazy!Well, Inuyasha is my favorite anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted last June 22, 2007 by Jackie Alejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-2493104220497211658?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2493104220497211658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=2493104220497211658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2493104220497211658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2493104220497211658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/08/anime-101.html' title='Anime 101'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0XvklWIWzk/RrsplzGH_II/AAAAAAAAAAU/t848oa8Kn0E/s72-c/Chibi_Chibi_Chibi%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-128071286209948840</id><published>2007-08-01T04:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T05:23:25.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiku'/><title type='text'>Haikus that make when I can't sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For those who don't know how to play flute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Night, and the moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor, playing on his flute -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created this haiku because i'm annoyed of what my neighbors do, so I'll share these to you all. Every night I cannot sleep easily because our neighbor always plays his flute out of tune so I constructed this haiku a night when I can't sleep. He was so annoying that I want to punch him and burn his flute, but I cannot do that because I am a good person. I created many haikus when I research it in the internet and I also learned this haiku things when Miss Barriga taught us about this. I might even share this to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lightning flash:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between the forest trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about the rain which is coming and I can't sleep because I heard and see several lightning flashes and thunderstorms which followed by the rain, so I created this haiku and I also want to share this to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-128071286209948840?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/128071286209948840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=128071286209948840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/128071286209948840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/128071286209948840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-neighbor-which-dont-know-how-to-play.html' title='Haikus that make when I can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-4307698354526762442</id><published>2007-08-01T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T05:34:31.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Vacation</title><content type='html'>My last vacation was a surprising one. I only moved here in Davao for about 5 months ago. Right now, I sometimes miss Manila because it is here that I learned my basic values and goals in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the month of april, I was still in manila enjoying my sweet vacation, but I was excited to have another vacation here in davao(yes, it was my second time!). I was here on my 2006 vacation because my dad was assigned here and we only visit him once a year during vacation. Anyway, in the middle of april, we went for a vacation here in davao (yes!). I was excited to see the fancy beaches,resorts (especially chemas...),but we didn't visit the beaches, we visited Bukidnon. In the middle of may, my greatest challenge was yet to come, and as I feared,we will stay here in davao. After this announcement made by my dad, questions began to form in my mind. It took me one week to finally accept the announcement of my father. My dad wants me to continue my high school education at ateneo de davao. So, I took the entrance exam and passed. on the first day, i was a loner, but at the end of the week, I had gain many friends, but my only problem now is their language...(hehehe...). By now, my friends welcomed me as their own companion. These hospitality pursued me to continue my goals and bear more values in life here in mindanao.This is why I am staying here in davao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: danielle padrigon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-4307698354526762442?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4307698354526762442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=4307698354526762442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4307698354526762442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4307698354526762442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-last-vacation.html' title='My Last Vacation'/><author><name>danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-4190356880790939756</id><published>2007-07-31T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T06:48:26.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Myself</title><content type='html'>My name is Firmo Justine V. Aligato. I am a small person with a big heart. I am small but terrible. I am a friendly person and a funny person. I am a simple person and an understanding person. I love to listen jokes from my classmates. I have lots of friends. I love to make people happy. I love to play computer games. I am a kind of person who hates to solve problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:Firmo Justine V. Aligato July 28,2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-4190356880790939756?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4190356880790939756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=4190356880790939756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4190356880790939756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/4190356880790939756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/07/myself.html' title='Myself'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-8116988976951435572</id><published>2007-07-21T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T01:45:10.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first romance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5Wt3bnd-sY/RqHG8EFmAeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JzPyrDZ3Fvo/s1600-h/forumbanner_black[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 665px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="91" alt="" src="http://seed-forum.com/forumbanner_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe.. its kinda embarassing to share these things to my classmates but i seem cant figure anything else to post... Well my first romance really was a serious one. I really did devoted many things for that girl. I've always thought that we would be living together forerver. Its kinda sad but at least i was not the one who courted her. It was her that courted me. Ridiculous huh. We also had a conversation one night that if 3 stars are going to form in the sky. It says that she loves me. She really busted my metal heart down. I got the nice sensation of having a girlfriend and i did really fell for the net. I promised her things that the limitations of a teenager was reached. But as the days roll by, i felt no affection from her anymore.. and i was kinda sad yet i still tried my best to stay still. But it was way out of my bounderies and i bursted out and i never did talk to her in person. Then i transfered here in addu. Having a gf is hard especially when you dont have the guts to see your gf with another guy. Now i am just the ordinary nonpopular fair looking teen. Free from bondage from the leisures of being handsome and popular. Im happy that i was free. Cause i am contented of what i am and what i have. ^^&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/1245549549543251509-8116988976951435572?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8116988976951435572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=8116988976951435572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8116988976951435572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8116988976951435572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-first-romance.html' title='my first romance...'/><author><name>jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499705586117538068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://cosmic-era.com/images_site/avatarkira.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-7803936460977928395</id><published>2007-07-19T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T06:46:34.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqUHDVmWYr4/Rp9rBNjwt9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/kI-bqTma9-8/s1600-h/Picture+437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088903772515645394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqUHDVmWYr4/Rp9rBNjwt9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/kI-bqTma9-8/s320/Picture+437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqUHDVmWYr4/Rp9j2djwt7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OE0yb1HpLlQ/s1600-h/Picture+437.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family is a happy, loving and understanding family. My family is consist of a father, a mother, me and my younger brother. My father's name is Tomiyoshi Ogawa. My mother's name is Mildred Ogawa. My younger brother's name is Daichi Ogawa. My family sacrificed a lot like my parents, they sacrificed their own sweat to let us go to a beautiful and good schools here in Davao City. Eventhough, I really miss them I know that they are doing this for our own good and I also know that they are doing this because they love us very, very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-7803936460977928395?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7803936460977928395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=7803936460977928395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7803936460977928395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7803936460977928395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>shin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853139541891543234</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqUHDVmWYr4/Rp9rBNjwt9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/kI-bqTma9-8/s72-c/Picture+437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-3778544361871016586</id><published>2007-07-19T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T06:12:57.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>My Vacation</title><content type='html'>My vacation was held in Japan. But first of all I will describe Japan, Japan is a country that is filled with hi-tech technologies. Here is my story, when we arrived at Japan it was very cold because, the snow had just melt. Two weeks later, me, my mom, my younger brother with my mom's friend went to a restaurant to celebrate the welcome party. I ate plenty of food in the restaurant like, "sushi and yakiniku(grilled meat)." After a few weeks later, we went to the famous spot in Japan namely "Hawaiians Spa and Resort," inside it was swimming pools, spas and may more. When we first arrive their we went to the room to change and go directly yo the pools to swim. We only spent 2 days in the Hotel. I am happy because, it was my first time to go in that kind of area. When we come back home, I tell my dad the whole story what we did in the hotel. When we went home here in the Philippines, my cousins fetch us in the airport to see if I am already fat. I am also happy, because we went home safe and having plenty of good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Shin Ogawa, June 22, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-3778544361871016586?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3778544361871016586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=3778544361871016586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/3778544361871016586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/3778544361871016586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-vacation.html' title='My Vacation'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-7956220750511217766</id><published>2007-07-11T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T06:10:48.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>All my life, I never had a friend who is as true as Mottie. She has all the traits a friend could ever have. As what Sir Priete said, "True friends are hard find". That simple but meaningful statement made me feel luckier than the others because not all people in this world could ever have a friend who will always understand you and will stick to you even in hard times. Of all the peolpe I've met, she is the only person who stopped by and shared a little time with me. She always give me encouragement in all that I do and that makes me feel so special. She has been always honest and loyal to our friendship that's why I treasure our friendship very much. We may sometimes not fully understand each other but I know all friendships are not perfect. These trials strengthen our frienship and helps us to know more of each other. All I hope is that in the future, our friendship will still be strong and will remain forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Karen Laurito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-7956220750511217766?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7956220750511217766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=7956220750511217766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7956220750511217766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/7956220750511217766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-best-friend.html' title='My Best Friend'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-736619644907152388</id><published>2007-07-01T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T06:19:35.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>There's More to Me Than Meets the Eye!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://loloy-2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/06/theres-more-to-me-than-meets-eye-this.html" target="_blank"&gt;There's more to me than meets the eye!! this is all about my love for poetry, my admiration and my acknowledgement.. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty shines with delight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seeing you smile, makes my day bright&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hearing you laugh, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;vanishes all my fright&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when times are dark, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;your my only light&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, how beautiful you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lovely and elegant like a shining star&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A beauty seen a mile afar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my admiration has struck me and left a scar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love your eyes, your laughter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the ways you show you care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our quiet talks, our special times&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the tenderness we share&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I find warmth contentment in everything that we do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It feels so right, so wonderful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to be inlove with you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From where i'm standing nowi"m confused why and how&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But my heart says to make a gocause it's the only way for me to know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people might not appreciate what i'm doing know but for all those who think that way, i'm suggesting that you first reflect cause we all know that every man has his own point of view and the fact that your not in my shoes right know, eventhough you understand or can relate, it doesn't mean that you can understand every reaction or feeling that i feel right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my teacher who we all think is linked to "toooooot" heheheheh...... I would like to thank her for showing to us another way of enhancing our learning skills. You have opened my eyes into discovering new things and most of all you have introduced to us a different kind of fun and learning style in our generation today. You have exposed us to the fun of the 21st century. I admit that i myself got mad when i heard about this "g-mail" i was thinking negatively about the activity because i thought it was burden, but i'm not saying i'm ignorant when it comes to computers cause i consider myself an addict in this field... To wrap it up, i just want to say " i will never forget all of you and my teacher who is very fast...hehehehe(compliment) and my classmates. This has been very interesting and a good experience because you have made it possible for us to help us express ourselves. I think that the must important thing here is how to be honest in our own opinions and feelings and not just the grade... Thank you very much, this has been very fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by: Mr. Don Victorio Advincula&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-736619644907152388?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/736619644907152388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=736619644907152388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/736619644907152388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/736619644907152388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/07/theres-more-to-me-than-meets-eye.html' title='There&apos;s More to Me Than Meets the Eye!!'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-3807645892052650393</id><published>2007-06-28T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T18:39:02.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Summer '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I totally miss summer. I miss the fun, the excitement the beaches, the leisure time, the laughter, and the heat. My recent summer was nothing compared to the past summers I had. I just had so much fun at the beach, swimming, playing, and making sand castles that I could hardly forget the memories, not only because of the wonderful sceneries, but also of the most wonderful thing that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the summer, my church friends and I went to Samal Island twice. First was on May 1, 2007, a day I’ll never forget because it I was baptized. On that day, I was declared as an “official Christian” this was the most wonderful thing that happened to me. I enjoyed the beach there even though it was full of sea urchins. Many of us were pricked, but despite that, some of us were still able to ride the speed boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second visit to Samal was when we went to Chema’s. It is a wonderful place because it has a salt water eternity pool, a nice dining area, adorable cottages, and a clean surrounding. Their beach had starfishes instead of sea urchins; it was so nice that I didn’t feel like leaving it even though it’s time for lunch. After swimming, I was amazed to see myself dark colored (I like it!), I guess that proved how long I’ve been staying under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait for the incoming summer. I just hope it would be as fun as the recent summer I had. I can’t wait, I really miss summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;..Ü mottie Ü..&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/1245549549543251509-3807645892052650393?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3807645892052650393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=3807645892052650393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/3807645892052650393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/3807645892052650393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-07_28.html' title='Summer &apos;07'/><author><name>Mottie (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16780241359554764443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb8TfR5i9xg/Sg0Scc92DaI/AAAAAAAAADY/3om9h7r9Hfs/S220/DSC02886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-8198169917817388482</id><published>2007-06-26T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T04:53:54.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>My Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xefKw3nnQhE/RoHmT1nOszI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zS6nQNO7qdY/s1600-h/You_complete_me_by_bleedman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080595083134153522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xefKw3nnQhE/RoHmT1nOszI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zS6nQNO7qdY/s400/You_complete_me_by_bleedman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey everyone! This is my first time in my entire life sharing my poems. So, please go easy on me and I don't accept flames (meaning insulting comments). I made this last year but I didn't have the time nor the guts to present it yet. Anyways, for the moment you've all been waitng for! My poem entitled "Forbidden Bond".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Forbidden Bond"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forevermore will I be your Guardian Angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching and protecting you from a distance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is what I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But as time past I soon realized how,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I begin to go beyond the objectives of my task...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A forbidden bond between two very different worlds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That might bring about the end of life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But yet, as such, also the beginning of a new world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new Life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all I got so far, and hope you will leave a comment. This poem that I made is how I felt and still feel ever since I knew &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;. He who doesn't even exist. So, I'm kinda sad that he was just made up...There's not a day when I think of him. I doubt no one understand why I like him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But hey, life has it's ups and downs right? Anyways, that's it for me! I'll probably have another poem in my next blog. But you guys have to wait! :)&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/1245549549543251509-8198169917817388482?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8198169917817388482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=8198169917817388482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8198169917817388482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/8198169917817388482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-poem.html' title='My Poem'/><author><name>Sadette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826065950386698549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u22/xlanimegirllx/tohru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xefKw3nnQhE/RoHmT1nOszI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zS6nQNO7qdY/s72-c/You_complete_me_by_bleedman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-1881847959953381709</id><published>2007-06-22T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:40:43.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acting Straight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r169/Jim1907/queer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r169/Jim1907/queer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what I did when I first came in to Ateneo. I wanted to act STRAIGHT. Yeah yeah. "PLASTIC" isn't? But no. It's my way of starting fresh. I wanted to change. I don't like being teased. See me as a FILTHY SLUT. or to make jokes that isn't wholesome at all. Hey! I'm no sex toy. I'm a human being. with feelings. I don't want that to happen again. So I said to myself. I have to change. Yes. all was good for my first week there. But someone destroyed my plan. I felt miserable!!! Now I don't know what to do! But, thanks to our loving Father, Jesus. I was able to express myself with a help of a friend. and may I include that he was my first and ever MALE FRIEND. I never had one! Thank God for that!!! Hallelujah!!! But anyway, he gave me advice, listened to my reasons. and gave me confidence to tell who I really am. Well, that was it. I pulled the trigger and then bam! I shouted at the corridor of the library that I'm a Queer. Gay. Fag. Faggot. Badingersey. It felt much better. Hahahahaha. Thank God for giving me confidence and for a friend like ***** (&lt;=== it's censored. wahahahahaha) hahaha.. don't wanna mention names!!!! LMAO. Now I can do whatever I want without having to be conscious. DAMN YOU ALL CRITICIZERS OF THE 3RD AND FOURTH GENDERS!!!! DANG! I feel wonderful today able to express my feelings. and this is actually rare nowadays. I won't let my guard down now that I admitted to you all that I'M GAY and you can never ever change that!!! I'M GAY. I'M QUEER. SHAKE IT TO THE RIGHT. SHAKE IT TO THE LEFT. POINT TO THE EAST AND POINT TO THE WEST. ADODODO.... Hahahahahah.. That was fun! isn't it? Well, it would've been fun if you really and truly understand how I feel. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-1881847959953381709?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1881847959953381709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=1881847959953381709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1881847959953381709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/1881847959953381709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/06/acting-straight.html' title='Acting Straight'/><author><name>Jim1907</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r169/Jim1907/CrisArtkalicephirot-Decisin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-9075296359946330249</id><published>2007-06-22T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T06:46:29.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>The Things That Happened to Me When I Entered at Moo Duk Kwan</title><content type='html'>I entered in Moo Duk Kwan last summer. We were taught the basic kicks and punches. We had sparring drills which I was more frightened mostly but I got used to it. We were taught the history of our club. After a month of training, we were prepared. The day that we all waited, the exams. It was held in Victoria Plaza, May 27, 2007. We were all tensed that day but we showed everything we got to the masters of Moo Duk Kwan in Davao. We were blindfolded 6 hours while we were tested. Then there came sparring, oh how I missed it! I practiced one week for that. I sparred with my close friend. I was so lucky because we planned before fighting that we would only play light and just try to have fun. A week after exams, we got the results; we all passed! Later on, summer league came. The tournament was held at SM, June 2, 2007. We also had an intermission where we danced "We Will Rock You" and "Eye of the Tiger". For now, I am training for my new rank. When I entered at Moo Duk Kwan, big changes happened in my life; I became braver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-9075296359946330249?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/9075296359946330249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=9075296359946330249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/9075296359946330249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/9075296359946330249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-that-happened-to-me-when-i.html' title='The Things That Happened to Me When I Entered at Moo Duk Kwan'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-2294329488294909338</id><published>2007-06-22T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T06:37:53.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>My New Classmates</title><content type='html'>My new classmates are just too nice to be with. Yet, some gets into my nerves because they are just too not cool. 1st week of class was just to solemn, my classmates are too quiet "murag namatyan". Then, 2ND week came, woahh! true colors arises. On that week I found out that my classmates were really cool and they are just funny. 3rd week came, "companies" were formed due to the ym issue. Nerds, cool guys, loners, backstabbers, bullies came. This was just an amazing week. In fact, one person admitted that he was a gay. That person was a loner I guess. I learned you must stick with your classmate in order not to destroy yourself, you must also be flexible in order that you can agree on what others think. But, actually I don't care on what I say. I feel superior and I feel above him, yeah right! Though it's a good thing for me, because I am not "plastic" I get to say what I want to say without anyone dictating me what I am suppose to say. Lastly, I wish, I like, I hope that this school year will one of the best school year in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Posted by marc at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" title="permanent link" href="http://mjalvar05-marc.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-new-classmates.html"&gt;5:33 AM&lt;/a&gt;               Friday, June 22, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245549549543251509-2294329488294909338?l=2-pignatelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2294329488294909338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245549549543251509&amp;postID=2294329488294909338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2294329488294909338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245549549543251509/posts/default/2294329488294909338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2-pignatelli.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-new-classmates.html' title='My New Classmates'/><author><name>2-Pignatelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457192497252536620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245549549543251509.post-2796748265569922614</id><published>2007-06-16T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T06:24:11.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Film Review # 1: Ang Munting Tinig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0XvklWIWzk/RnTTgoCc6KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/akqN6dhWp5Q/s1600-h/muntingtinig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076915237410367650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0XvklWIWzk/RnTTgoCc6KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/akqN6dhWp5Q/s320/muntingtinig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions: (3-5 sentences only)&lt;br /&gt;1. Spot at least a strength and a weakness of the film, "Small Voices"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who among the characters of the story can you closely relate your personality? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 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