<?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-2852941983227263126</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:04:45.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PURE CEJ</title><subtitle type='html'>Make a simple subject and I will make it complex. Draw the eyes of a shadow and I will Light em up.. Kill the light of the morning and I shall hasten the breeze of the evening-moonlight..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852941983227263126.post-1808702769222143339</id><published>2008-12-22T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:02:26.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most wanted Songs for the year 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;These are my Song Collection for the year 2008. Merry Christmas!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1.) Disturbia- Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2.)Take a bow- Rihanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3.) Bye Bye- Mariah Carey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;4) Always be my Baby- David Cook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;5.)  Closer- NE-YO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;6.) Womanizer- Britney SPears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7.) If  I  were a boy- beyonce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;8.) Single Ladies- Beyonce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;9.) Just Stand Up- Various Artist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;10.) Bleeding Love- Leona Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-1808702769222143339?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/1808702769222143339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=1808702769222143339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/1808702769222143339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/1808702769222143339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-wanted-songs-for-year-2008.html' title='Most wanted Songs for the year 2008'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-5150895048715095484</id><published>2008-05-08T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:47:19.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAILURE, DEPRESSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Closed off from love&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t need the pain&lt;br /&gt;Once or twice was enough&lt;br /&gt;And it was all in vain&lt;br /&gt;Time starts to pass&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it you’re frozen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something happened&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time with you&lt;br /&gt;My heart melted to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Found something true&lt;br /&gt;And everyone’s looking round&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I’m going crazy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s crippled by the vein&lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying hard not to hear&lt;br /&gt;But they talk so loud&lt;br /&gt;Their piercing sounds fill my ears&lt;br /&gt;Try to fill me with doubt&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know that the goal&lt;br /&gt;Is to keep me from falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing’s greater&lt;br /&gt;Than the rush that comes with your embrace&lt;br /&gt;And in this world of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;I see your face&lt;br /&gt;Yet everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Thinks that I’m going crazy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; maybe, maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s crippled by the vein&lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s draining all of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh they find it hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be wearing these scars&lt;br /&gt;For everyone to see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s crippled by the vein&lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From: Cej ur lurve...hehe:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-5150895048715095484?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/5150895048715095484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=5150895048715095484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/5150895048715095484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/5150895048715095484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/05/failure-depressed.html' title='FAILURE, DEPRESSED'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-5807565822257113300</id><published>2008-04-28T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:47:40.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flattered yet NERVOUS!!</title><content type='html'>Got the letter from St.paul and ready for enrollment. I'm still stuck in the middle bout this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 7 is the releasing of NAT results and its making me so GRR..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I ain't love you.whahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-5807565822257113300?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/5807565822257113300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=5807565822257113300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/5807565822257113300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/5807565822257113300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/04/flattered-yet-nervous.html' title='Flattered yet NERVOUS!!'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-3013922160962397620</id><published>2008-04-09T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:00:41.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanos!</title><content type='html'>H! guys.. Its funny but true. My trip is watching movies on line via "Youtube".whaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its not an ordinary movie. Its my old time favorite "Bituing Walang Ningning"&lt;br /&gt;starring: Ms. Sharon Cuneta as the Lead role and Ms. Cherie Gil as the antagonist. Love the romantic views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thsi movie is full of Taglish verbals. They often say it and dissolved it afterwards. What a line? Isn't it? I never expect to love this movie again despite of the time right now. Its about 1 in the morning and still waiting for the full dowload of this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of my favorite line in the movie: (Check this out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ikaw ang basura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; noon hinahangaan kita dahil ang akala koy mabait ka, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ang akala koy tao kah, sinubaybayan kita, binantayan kita, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minahal kita lavinia, tiningala kita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;di ko akalain nang hamakin mo ko ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at ng hiyain mo ko sa publiko.Mula noon isinumpa ko &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;di lang kita papantayan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lavinia &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lalamapasan pa kita&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;em&gt;impokrita &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMANOS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Still remember the remake of this as Sineserye presents by ABS-CBN? I hope your memory is not yet failed. Ms. Sarah Geronimo (My idol!haha(^_^)) plays the role of Dorina Pineda while  Ms. Angelika Dela Cruz as Lavinia argueles. haha. Can't forget the ultimate concert they've done at the BIG DOME.hih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So thats all!.tata.. mwah! gud morning!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-3013922160962397620?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/3013922160962397620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=3013922160962397620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/3013922160962397620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/3013922160962397620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/04/amanos.html' title='Amanos!'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-3339751423859748193</id><published>2008-04-05T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T01:45:02.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A farewell Blast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Morning shines with thoughts of leaving and pain. Can’t imagine life without my friends and the fun they’ve shared. And the best of times enjoyed. I couldn’t heed bout the tears falling during graduation and the happiness filtered into fine contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to be true. College is the level of true battle, struggle and fear. The courses obtained will determine the field of your mind and talents. Measure your life with those of the new things to be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now declare myself “HIDDEN BITE”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TNX everybody!  And I’ll Miss you! mwah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV-ARCHIMEDES 07-08&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/2852941983227263126-3339751423859748193?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/3339751423859748193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=3339751423859748193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/3339751423859748193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/3339751423859748193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/04/farewell-blast.html' title='A farewell Blast!'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-6695957581340726012</id><published>2008-03-17T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T06:15:01.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superb!</title><content type='html'>Just went to iloilo to buy a POLO?.whaha.. funny yet a FAct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to iloilo to buy my recognition outfit. A pink polo. Isn't it a contrast? The best of the days are yet to come. Advance Congrats tou you cej.!mwah:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-6695957581340726012?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/6695957581340726012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=6695957581340726012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/6695957581340726012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/6695957581340726012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/03/superb.html' title='Superb!'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-6772361935790806819</id><published>2008-03-08T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T03:37:48.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[x]    Less 3 weeks- bb HS  :'( &amp;  :)   [x]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I  could still remember  my graduation in elementary. My mood that time was so mixed. Many queries seeking for answers:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--What will be my next step? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--Am I prepared to enter HS? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--Am I emotionally and mentally prepared? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Do I need to continue or go back to the top and start again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--Am I ready to accept my failure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--Do I need the support of my classmates?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- Do I need to show my talents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- Will my friends accept me for who I am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- Am I going to be a star in school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As what I've expected &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt; did come to an answer and the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt; remains in  doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now the climax is over and the end is near. Hope my queries at the past has answers now. And since less than 3 weeks I'm a certified graduate of CNHS thus a beginning of a new world , new environment, new ME!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This i promis to myself and to you guys!.. After the day I say GOODBYE is the start of saying Saying HELLO!....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The journey we've been through, those sleepless nights and unforgettable experiences  were trully uncomparable. The things I would bring in college were the memories you've shared with me. The tears and the hopes we've felt.The competitions and the hardships. I hate to say this but the fact is really big."GOODBYE! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Part of me laughs , part of me cries, part of me wants to questions WHy?"--CEJ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; LOVE YOU GUYS&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Archimedes 07-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;15 years!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; You're all here in my heart!...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-6772361935790806819?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/6772361935790806819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=6772361935790806819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/6772361935790806819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/6772361935790806819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/03/x-less-3-weeks-bb-hs-x.html' title='[x]    Less 3 weeks- bb HS  :&apos;( &amp;  :)   [x]'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-3403683974328041013</id><published>2008-02-29T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:27:51.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tense~Logic~Endeavor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heared all the noise of the morning. My eyes are still close but could feel the beat of the wake. I dreamed about ANILAO.haha. but the students were my elementary fellas and also my elemntary mentors. Couldn't imagine of that. But I felt somethings bothering me and somethings not right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe beacause I was paranoid by that time. Paranoid of what will happen to me in my college. My friends often told me to be strong in getting the right answers on my problems. I sometimes regret that I belong "". But think that my journey is way too long for me to go back. So I must continue and try not to reminisce the bad stuff and go onwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Missing my HS life is the most precious memory I ever had. All the laughs and the cries. The non-stop singing and dancing. Those sleepless nights in making porjects. but then to consider not all ends in sorrow. The life of a Special SC student is really incomparable. I've tasted the bitterness of "NUMBERS" and the sweetness of "JOKES". haha. What a foolish line CEj!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those meetings and the group projects. The "copy-paste" technique. lol. The "QA" during tests and most of all  "UP".hahahahaha.. I lurv ou adviser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next week will be the last week of Hardship!.. So now!.. gonna get off the pc and study. mwah!.. gud aftie!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-3403683974328041013?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/3403683974328041013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=3403683974328041013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/3403683974328041013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/3403683974328041013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/02/tenselogicendeavor.html' title='Tense~Logic~Endeavor'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-1701129564898616582</id><published>2008-02-24T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T06:35:38.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPELESS.. I Pity you CEJ!.. :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw my grades and seems ok for me but the ranking is not. Yes, I did expect to be on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bottom but imagine 5 out 34 are not qualified for the honor list?.. It is possible but by heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;really aches that time. I can feel the pain my mother is feeling. The years she've done for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and it only turned out into nothing. I sometimes question myself " Do I deserve all of these?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I couldn't phatom that I will be left on my seat on my Graduation day. I actually plan not to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;attend on that specail day but to think that its the last. No way! CEJ!.. Its just the beginning of a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;new world. College is really fast approaching Cej. Never mind that "Medal".haha. Just stand and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;face the new world of you own. trust your self and try not to go back to the "nightmares" at the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;past. Nevertheless, you mom!. Never forget the advises she is telling you. At times you don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;eant to listen to her its just a matter of temperance my dear self. Remember that you can't be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;like that wothout your mother.Don't get tired of loving and cherishing the of "oral-recitation" of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;your mom. Just think that those heart-melting words are just an "Icing on the cake". Think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;positive Cej. Now, here's a song that would ease the pain you are keeping inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Title: Do I Trust You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes my little heart can't understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatâ€™s in Your will what's in Your plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So many times I'm tempted to ask You why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I can never forget it for long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lord what You do could not be wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I believe You even when I must cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do I trust You Lord does the robin sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do I trust You Lord does it rain in Spring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can see my heart You can read my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And You've got to know I would rather die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Than to lose my faith in the One I love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do I trust You Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know the answers I've given them all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But suddenly now I feel so small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shaken down to the cavity in my soulI know the doctrine and theology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But right now they don't mean much to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This time there's only one thing I've got to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chorus 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do I trust You Lord does the river flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do I trust You Lord does the North wind blow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can see my heart You can read my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And You've got to know I would rather die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Than to lose my faith in the One I love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do I trust You Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chorus 3 :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;will trust&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You Lord&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;when I don't know why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;will trust&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You Lord&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;til the day I die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;will trust&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You Lord&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;when I'm blind with pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You were God before and You'll never change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do I trust You, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;do I trust You, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;do I trust YouI &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;will trust You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will trust You Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will trust You Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-1701129564898616582?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/1701129564898616582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=1701129564898616582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/1701129564898616582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/1701129564898616582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/02/hopeless-i-pity-you-cej.html' title='HOPELESS.. I Pity you CEJ!.. :&apos;('/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-7406468470032502994</id><published>2008-02-22T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T04:58:36.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regionals-event!.</title><content type='html'>--&gt;Last Feb. 14 to 17 a phenomena happened. It broke the silence  of ANILAO. Negros, Iloilo, Antique, Aklan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Guimaras, Capiz were there to witness the 1st ReGIONAL  YES-O CONGRESS. Many really enjoyed the stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning you should wake-up early to  take the first morning crystal that glows theough out the day. The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nature-themed event really caught the environmental spirit of the students and the teachers. The intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speakers whom sharec their knowledge bout the Green , Blue and Brown environment. The never-ending "ice-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakers" resolve my inheritance. Daily meal comprises of  A cup of Rice, veges , chicken or pork releaves my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunger. The teachers and the facis cooperate with each other. The last day was so quick. Capiz National High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School bagged the Over-all contest. A fine day to start and a cool night to end.  :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-7406468470032502994?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/7406468470032502994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=7406468470032502994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/7406468470032502994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/7406468470032502994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/02/regionals-event.html' title='Regionals-event!.'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-7408288432409429825</id><published>2008-02-09T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T19:10:01.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~I Drove All Night~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I woke up this morning late. No feeling doubt for today’s drama. Making a blend of coffee made me fine. Sitting in a rattan sofa while watching TV cools me off, hearing songs from the radio also added the romantic ambiance. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poem of LOVE:&lt;br /&gt;Are We Still Friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have held you all night long,I could have laid next to you forever,But then I know tomorrow soon would come,And still we couldn't be together . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went against what my head was saying,and followed my heart through,And instead of quitting while I was ahead,I started falling in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had so much fun together,the memories we made so great,all those nights laughing and smiling,staying up so late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the snow falls on the sidewalks,I know this too will pass,for feelings are like the seasons changing,and one season never lasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I know this must stop now,and tomorrow soon will come,as we walk away and never look back,as our warm feelings become numb.&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/2852941983227263126-7408288432409429825?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/7408288432409429825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=7408288432409429825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/7408288432409429825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/7408288432409429825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-drove-all-night.html' title='~I Drove All Night~'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-4951121414731192206</id><published>2008-02-09T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T08:46:26.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert of the hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;            An advance Valentine special was given to me and my friends as we've watched the concert of Jed Madela at the our Gymnasium. The ambiance was quite scientific with most of the doctors and the member of the Philippine Diabetes Association- Capiz Chapter. The night was so gloomy but never the eagerness of the fans. The beaming spotlights overflowing the atmosphere, the color flooded cars in the parking lot and the people entering the access made a terrific significance in a concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The relaxing songs filled the emptiness of the gym and the chattering people were then added. The momentum of the watchers was caught by the gradual dimming of the atmosphere. The emcee began to introduce the doxology given by doctor and followed by the singing of the Pambansang awit afterwards. The next thing I saw was the sparkling bright lights over the stage and then there I saw Jed MADELA. He was really white and really smooth. You can feel his voice as he starts singing. His romantic’s songs filled the air. Every track his singing was really no waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            It was really a very performance I’ve seen and the most promising singer came to our province. The night I think was really complete. I saw her and hope she saw me also. We are in a distance sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blooming chatters were really great and indeed a good supporter. We have cheered to Jed. The last song were really so high. Imagine Jed gave it all for us. I can never and will never forget this night.  Night Jess! Its 1 in the morning!. :P. J&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/2852941983227263126-4951121414731192206?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/4951121414731192206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=4951121414731192206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/4951121414731192206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/4951121414731192206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/02/concert-of-hearts.html' title='Concert of the hearts'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-1454167159073314049</id><published>2008-02-05T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T04:31:22.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~Chain reaction~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hot and Blurry! That is how I define my day today. The smell of the cooked-egg in morning and the running water from the faucet makes me ill. The recapitulated ohm of my sister and the overwhelming reminders of my mom relieve and ease the anxiety I am feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Version)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;version&gt;Cherry is one of my luckiest friends. She wants me to be happy all the time. She is actually my confidant. At times, trouble arouses, she is always there blocking my chimney to gust. The ambiance diverged when cherry interrupted the momentum. The lousy heat of the sun turns into a calm breeze of silent noise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-1454167159073314049?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/1454167159073314049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=1454167159073314049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/1454167159073314049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/1454167159073314049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/02/chain-reaction.html' title='~~~Chain reaction~~~'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-6625421334918340393</id><published>2008-02-04T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T06:33:51.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OWEsome..</title><content type='html'>Last week was the busiest week ever. The time to practice, the deadline of activities ,etc. That week was eventually the last week of January. And now the second month came and really in a hurry. The lessons should be fast forward and the topis should absorb in your mind so quickly cuz if not your out in the cycle.Past days were quite enjoying, besides the hardships me and my classm8s been through ,the time and effort consumed at last the superb prize were able to achieve. whahhaa.. How I love my Hyskul Lyf..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-6625421334918340393?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/6625421334918340393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=6625421334918340393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/6625421334918340393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/6625421334918340393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/02/owesome.html' title='OWEsome..'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-2633538491852619437</id><published>2008-01-31T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T04:47:39.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise ALLAH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;            It was December when we won the “Speech choir” contest and the “Poetry in motion.”  The pressure that we all gave, the support of our parents and the determination that we have given were about to gain its fruit. The never-ending practices, the laughs and the jokes between the practice are about to end. The bottom line is- the DIVISION ENGLISH SHOWCASE (Secondary level) held at DADIVAS GYM at Panit-an CAPIZ. Most of the secondary public schools will participate and the ultimate goal is to get the crown from CAPIZ NATIONAL HIGH SCHOOL. Our school is now at the Hall of Fame regarding this category since last year we also won the top spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Tomorrow will be the finals of the event. My heart really trembles. It is not our gym, our people, our territory and most of all it is not the time to be lax. The pressure is on us on defending the crown. The contenders would be tough. The costumes would be so “bongasious”. HOPE to defend it... love you cej!.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-2633538491852619437?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/2633538491852619437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=2633538491852619437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/2633538491852619437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/2633538491852619437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/01/praise-allah.html' title='Praise ALLAH!!!!'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-5421258183120377911</id><published>2008-01-31T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T04:25:08.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLLEGE 101.....SOON~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Q:&lt;/span&gt; Should I room with my BEST RIEND from HIGH SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Probably &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;. I’ve known beautiful friendships to break up that way. In the first places, just because you’ve confined every secret since freshmen, there’s no guarantee that being together full-time won’t grow tiresome. You can get to know eah other too well. And the tings you’ve admired most about that person can soon be eclipsed by mannerisms or habits that make you feel you’re about to lose your mind if tey occur just one more time! You never knew, for instance, that she gets her shiny teeth by brushing noisily for about ten minutes at a time, four times a day, while standing in front of the TV screen or that every night after he turns out the light, he methodically cracks through each knuckle—all twenty of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously many best friends from high school have become college roommates and adjusted nicely together, keeping both friendship and roommate reltionship intact. In case, it is not necessarily true that roommates have to be best friends. Being on good terms is possible without sharing the same interests----or the same high school history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you going tp make new friends? Your freshmen year is the best opportunity you’ll have to meet the other also new people on your campus. Don’t let that time slip past you. You and the best friend may not grow and change and accept college life at the same tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-5421258183120377911?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/5421258183120377911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=5421258183120377911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/5421258183120377911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/5421258183120377911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/01/college-101soon.html' title='COLLEGE 101.....SOON~~~~'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-8225099634122820431</id><published>2008-01-29T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T08:02:09.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate to be ONE~~~~~~.. :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All the words I've said last sunday was then trashed. Our Dept. Head called me and said that I will join the Sayawit for the YES-O congress this coming February. I was at the state of confusion that time. Am I going to agree? or Am I going to refuse?. Ugh!. I never tried to think deeper and at that instant. I said "YES Ma'am". After that moment, I think the resposnse of my classmateswould be divided into negative and So-Negative. I really promised not to join the sciyawit if ever I will be told to. I never intend to offend my classmates but its just a case- to- case basis. There were factors considered. But then as I've watched the scenario and tried to understand. They have the reason to be angry at me becasue at the first place, I was the one who really convince them for the BOYCOT. Second, I was the one that leads the troupe to be at the top and then for that I will turn them down, Third, the trust and the honor that my classmates were giving me would just fade away if Im going to follow the command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now, the problems were gradually given each an answer. The sawayit was finalized that I will not join nor Janine. But my desire was to go there and really want to be in that event. I really want to ba a facilitator at the first place and was really an option If ever we will not win in the contest. The most of all I want to be there to be recognized again!&lt;sorry&gt;. Im so desperate to tell this matter in my blog. Sorry!.. hihhi.. Just praying to be the ONE~~~~~....CEJ.. 1:00 am...mwah! &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/2852941983227263126-8225099634122820431?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/8225099634122820431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=8225099634122820431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/8225099634122820431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/8225099634122820431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/01/desperate-to-be-faci.html' title='Desperate to be ONE~~~~~~.. :&apos;('/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-3004862443100833730</id><published>2008-01-27T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:28:31.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOING your BEST is BETTER than BEING the BEST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 2008 YES-OCongress has come to an end. The ending was fine and quite memorable especially to me and the rest of my classmates since it was the first and the last congress attented. The rules from the regionals were implemented. The competition of the teams were so tight especially the Seniors and the Juniors. The highlights of the event were distributed on the 1st, 2nd and the 3rd night . The choral was on the 1st night where our group performed but sad to say we didn't got the 1st place nor 3rd place. The most controversial was the Sciyawit. The concept were all about the environment. The pioneer of genres of music came from us thats's why the other team were so safe and very strict in practicing. The result that night was very boombastic. The crowd didn't expect the results. Us as the most active dance troupe of our department won the 2nd place and that's really means alot for me. Well, hope to a the facilitator in the regionals. Juk2x..^_^... Gudluck guys for the IPSF National and the BIOTA. gonna Sleep!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-3004862443100833730?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/3004862443100833730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=3004862443100833730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/3004862443100833730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/3004862443100833730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/01/doing-your-best-is-better-than-being.html' title='DOING your BEST is BETTER than BEING the BEST!'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-4541175999924473377</id><published>2008-01-25T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T07:54:51.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES-O Congress 08..</title><content type='html'>Paru rapap..Hahaa.. Ei Cej!. The time has come to be the "B"  among the "b". The days past were so cold for me.dada. After those Sleepless nights, the time has come to end the "dubdub". I'm gonna take it as a Challenge to win the battle of the "B". Being a Dance Monarch, the pressure was doubled for about an hour ago. The singers failed to get the top spot and the rival team really made it. Tomorrow night will be the night. May GOD bless us tomorrow. And gave justice to the event. GUDLUCK CEJ and troupe... mwah.. 11:56 pm na!.... gonna do the rest.!.!.!.!&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-4541175999924473377?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/4541175999924473377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=4541175999924473377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/4541175999924473377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/4541175999924473377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/01/yes-o-congress-08.html' title='YES-O Congress 08..'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-7013709955579934888</id><published>2008-01-18T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T04:24:31.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENOUGH is ENOUGH!...</title><content type='html'>Dear Jess,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are ugly and fat. You’re not that ambitious enough like your other classmates. You are just satisfied on what you have in life. You don’t want to think beyond an idea. You never dare your self to be one of them. You are so ridiculous Jess. You are good to them, but are you thinking that they are just using you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s an insult for me that I am a threat to Abigail. I really took it badly. They really made me felt that I should not belong to IV-ARCHIMEDES. You know Jess sometimes, I want to have more enemies that friends. I want to cry , but I know that Life's like this. I always contemplate that the problems I’m into is easier than the following problems that I may encounter in the mere future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initials that I’m about to mention in this post were that persons whom affects me the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. M. D- She always humiliates me in front of my classmates. She often calls me “ay BUNDOL”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Mae&lt; - even I laugh at her jokes bout me. It hurts me so much. &gt;RNIS&lt;- She is my friend but sometimes her ZUMA irritates me. &gt;SBSb&lt;- She really irritates me with those eyes of her. She always say “ eew” and that sucks! &gt;CCM&lt;- She is so plastic. She told me that Im SO” maalam”. K lang xa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out guys!. Its my blog! Liberty for my post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-7013709955579934888?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/7013709955579934888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=7013709955579934888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/7013709955579934888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/7013709955579934888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/01/enough-is-enough.html' title='ENOUGH is ENOUGH!...'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-4723997967330960636</id><published>2008-01-15T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:36:37.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tension flows.</title><content type='html'>It is not a fine day for me right now. For all the tension I felt this day that could feel my liver trembling and by abnormal heart-beat. The only thing that affects me most was the WVSU admission test 2008. I was caught in the middle by my thoughts. All the What if has been mentioned. The terrifying part is that I’m a pessimistic kind of person. I easily get attention. OMG! Hope to pass it! Good luck jess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-4723997967330960636?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/4723997967330960636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=4723997967330960636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/4723997967330960636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/4723997967330960636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/01/tension-flows.html' title='The tension flows.'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-8408132613939666157</id><published>2008-01-12T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:05:48.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Linguists..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I woke up this morning late and lazy. The color of my room makes me stayed on my bed. I don’t know what my position in bed is. But all I know is that my heart is not working that time. The ambiance of the room made me so elaborative that time. There were questions on my mind pending for answers. Is my heart ready to love again? Am I worth enough to lover her? Ugh! Hate my self. Then suddenly my mother called my name twice before I answered. I ran down the stairs and heard music from the radio. My attention was caught by the music playing and made fully conscious. I remember my friend Steffany sang “Where do broken hearts go” yesterday. And since my sis was searching I told her to go to “youtube” and key in the song. As the song is playing, I reminisce the ups and downs of my life. By the time that I get engaged with my studies the sincerity evolved in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my cell phone and texted my father if he could buy me a Whitney Houston album entitled “The Ultimate Collection”. It was the thing that I told my father that if he could only buy but then he replied that I will tell my mom that she will by for me the album I want and my father will pay her. I was really happy that time. Of all the things I want that I am telling my father that thing was really granted although it is just an ambush want. &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/2852941983227263126-8408132613939666157?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/8408132613939666157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=8408132613939666157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/8408132613939666157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/8408132613939666157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-woke-up-this-morning-late-and-lazy.html' title='Song Linguists..'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-6044582742978151039</id><published>2008-01-11T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T05:37:01.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot more.. HaPnEss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;        It is so fascinating watching a choral sang on stage and just a spectator on the crowd cheering for whom you think will win. But it’s not what I’m going to create this time its bout the leadership training in Panit-an, Capiz this morning. Dyna and some of the officers went there as early as 7 am, but I, Chamy and Jea stayed at school for the test in physics and go to the camp after the review in DOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I really want to practice on our speech choir for the Division. Hihihihi. And then after the lunch time a was really irritated of an adviser in front of me she’s so ridiculous all the comments, criticisms and even saying rebounded words.. Ugh!  I really hate that bitch. Going back to the story, well after a few words given by the first speaker in the plenary session in the aftie then I’ve decided to go since it is 2 pm already and the practice for the speech choir is already starting. There were butterflies in my stomach by that time. The car stops at the terminal and just a snap I’ve called a tricycle and said “Manong Capiz High Sa babaw” then he agreed. By the time we got at skul I’d hurried up down into the gym and Boom! That 2nd practice was over and hoping there’s still more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Our teacher went to the table tennis and checked our Unit test in English and I was so nervous to know my score and many had passed 47 I think will is the highest score that time . It was my turn. I don’t know what to do. I just smile and fooling others and hope I will not get a score of 40 and below. And really God answered my prayer. I only got 4 mistakes out of 50 items and my gas I got a score of 46 out of 50. It was not bad really. I felt lifted by the very earth of my joy.  And then after several practices we adjourned the practice. After listening to my very friend Tipang (Our Filipino poet, the general quizzer) singing “Where do broken hearts go” by Whitney Houston I was inspired posing this here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-6044582742978151039?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/6044582742978151039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=6044582742978151039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/6044582742978151039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/6044582742978151039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/01/lot-more-hapness.html' title='A lot more.. HaPnEss'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-5285830194223461270</id><published>2008-01-06T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T07:50:54.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIg DaY...</title><content type='html'>It is indeed a big day to me for just surfing the net, watching movies in YOUTUBE, searching pipz via friendster, etc. We had so much fun in sterling in searching for our "Gyroscope". We'll  edoing our Chemistry work is kinda hrd for us. Only the four of us in a 7 member group. Damn! baby, huh?.. Well thats for now it's already 12:30 in the morning and got a hot long day tom.. hihih.. and waiting for a cold war?.juk2c.. only for that person only my dear!.. nanay2z&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-5285830194223461270?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/5285830194223461270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=5285830194223461270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/5285830194223461270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/5285830194223461270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-day.html' title='The BIg DaY...'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-33018847140760929</id><published>2008-01-03T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T05:50:24.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old pucks to a GoOd ReAdeR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After buns of talking, we decided to go gai and watch movie. Tons of laughter im searching a 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; pesos to 10 pesos worth of book...lol :)..  I bought a 15 pesos worth of book, "Death by Diet"- cuz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im so fat na ka c eh!.. "College 101"- since it's 3 omths off to college so I decided to bought a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guide book for a freshmen.whoah!.. And bout that I gave a gift to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steffany  (Our filipino "makata" )and an Award-winning writer of our time. Naks! I gave her a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;book on how to publish stories in a book. That's a dream for tipang since she loves making &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stories and from it she can made it to her fullest dream and by that she could really be  one of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the finest writers of all time. That's make her lyf more sensible, and the art to success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, was my half-sister, Kristelie Mae Tilla-in. She call me "sis" when we are still in freshmen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; that she asked me if she could can call me sis and I approved it..hihihi.. Then I bought her a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Traveler guide for writers". She is our "english linguist", "Walking dictionary", and sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the "Thinkablejoker". luv ya sis.. hihlove this dday.. NO ClASS TOM&gt;&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Are you thinking what I'm thinking?... There are 34 medallions ..whahahhahaha&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/2852941983227263126-33018847140760929?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/33018847140760929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=33018847140760929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/33018847140760929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/33018847140760929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2008/01/old-pucks-to-good-reader.html' title='Old pucks to a GoOd ReAdeR'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-5811309082211649671</id><published>2007-12-27T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T06:02:45.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till we met Again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CCS Batch of 2004,  I Miss this line. Oh,well We've gone on our seperate ways now. I am currently enrolled in Capiz National High School- Special Science and Technology Class (CNHS-SSTC) together with my elementary classmates and still my present class mates namely, &lt;em&gt;Connie Rose Gabor, Mariel Louie Alati-it, Erron Sevilla, Christopher Dellota,and  Kristine Joy Atinon,&lt;/em&gt; then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Karla Abaldonado, Jamaica Dejasco and Virnuel John&lt;/em&gt; Jison were still classmates at Capiz State University (CapSU).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My best of friends, &lt;em&gt;Christian Anthony Ongchua and Krismae Cartujano&lt;/em&gt; were classmates at Iloilo Commercial School (Sun-yat-sen) in Iloilo. Hope Cordero was entrolled in St. Joseph School of Iloilo. The three of them had a tight communication with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, &lt;em&gt;Kathleen Watts&lt;/em&gt; had her solo flight at St. John College of Roxas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goddard Visto&lt;/em&gt; stays in an exclusive-catholic school for boys or what we call in a seminary at St. Pius X. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ralph Villaruz&lt;/em&gt; went to a solo education in  Dominican- Sisters at Our Lady of Grace Academy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The names I have mentioned above were my friedns who were present this afternoon on our lagaw'07 X-mas celebration. We met at em ponto Cafe at Gaisano  and agreed to have a special lunch at Flat Rock. BB1, BB2, BB3 - whahaha our menu! that afternoon actually. \&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really miss them. Till we met again guys on May 6, 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-5811309082211649671?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/5811309082211649671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=5811309082211649671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/5811309082211649671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/5811309082211649671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2007/12/till-we-met-again.html' title='Till we met Again....'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-2460042299840875837</id><published>2007-12-25T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T04:35:25.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>120 kph... Speeds UP!</title><content type='html'>Wooosh!.. beep.. beeep... Those car-sounds never stops, until we made it to the IDOL LECHON MANOK @ Legaspi St. Roxas City, where we bought 3-chopped chickens as additional menu for the 25 Anniversary and Party of our family at Villa Lanot. Earlier that day, I, My mother and  my little sis went to church in celebration of Christmas and the birth of our savior Jesus Christ. I wore a black-colored Hangten polo..hihihi... My mother was so demure in her pert attire and my sis..whahahaha.. She bought her shirt at SM city.Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, My stomach was really big thought it would burst!..hihihihi.. and With  me come the flowers followed by the sweet harvest of fall...... PERSEPHONE..hihhihihihihiihihi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-2460042299840875837?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/2460042299840875837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=2460042299840875837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/2460042299840875837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/2460042299840875837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2007/12/120-kph-speeds-up.html' title='120 kph... Speeds UP!'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-4607402506710983511</id><published>2007-12-21T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T21:34:43.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six (6)  songs with  my fave lines! - Brokes and Hopes..</title><content type='html'>1.) Callalily- dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked along the skyOf my dream you came alive,&lt;br /&gt;And it feels you’ve made to changeMy whole life,&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;I know you will be thereThere for me &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to make me stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;it will be always andForever in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Enya- Only time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can say when the roads meet,&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;strong&gt;love might be,In your heart&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And who can say when the day sleeps,&lt;br /&gt;If the night keeps all your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Night keeps all your heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Bryan Adams- Right here Waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans apart, day after day&lt;br /&gt; And I slowly go insane&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice,on the line But it doesn't stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;If I see you next to never , how can we say forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, whatever you do &lt;strong&gt;I will be right here, waiting for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, or how my heart breaks I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took for granted, all the times T&lt;br /&gt;hat I thought would last somehow&lt;br /&gt;I hear the laughter,&lt;br /&gt;I taste the tears But I can't get near you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh can't you see it baby, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've got me going crazy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Callalily- Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm saying i love you again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you &lt;strong&gt;listening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open your eyes once again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me &lt;strong&gt;crying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only you could hear me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shout your name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only you could feel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My love again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars in the sky will&lt;br /&gt;Never be the same&lt;br /&gt;If only i had wings ,&lt;br /&gt;So i can fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to be with you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For all of time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Will never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MYMP- Only reminds me of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to run &lt;strong&gt;from your side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But each place i hideI&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;strong&gt;only reminds me of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i turn out all the lights&lt;br /&gt;Even the night&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;strong&gt;only reminds me of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)  Until I get Over You- Christina Millian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun wont shine &lt;strong&gt;since you ran away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the rain's fallin everyday&lt;br /&gt;There's just one heart where there once was two&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until i get over you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked through the park, in the evening air&lt;br /&gt;I heard a voice and i thought you were there&lt;br /&gt;I run away but i just can't escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memories of you everywhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that &lt;strong&gt;time will dry the tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But true love burns for a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;Give my tomorrows for one yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Just to know that i could have you here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-4607402506710983511?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/4607402506710983511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=4607402506710983511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/4607402506710983511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/4607402506710983511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2007/12/six-6-songs-with-my-fave-lines-brokes.html' title='Six (6)  songs with  my fave lines! - Brokes and Hopes..'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-6560204359687150327</id><published>2007-12-20T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T04:48:17.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~The Necklace~</title><content type='html'>I know there's something in giving a gurl a silver colored-shimmering thingy,but this mownin I felt so light and thought my day was really complete that time. I will never forget this dates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;December 19, 07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ( 7:30 pm)-bought a necklace for my xpecial. Next,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;December 20, 07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (1:30 pm) -gave her the necklace I bought last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trully, I really love her, eventhough I'm not her type(martir tol! :]). Ahay, pushing myself to her would just hurt my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a MErry Christmas and a Prosperous New Year JESS!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~LOVE YOU MITCH!...........~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-6560204359687150327?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/6560204359687150327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=6560204359687150327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/6560204359687150327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/6560204359687150327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2007/12/necklace.html' title='~The Necklace~'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-3324400249506697006</id><published>2007-12-16T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T08:25:06.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December- the month of loving, sharing and puga pati kulba!..whaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I find this month the best. Best because of the events gonna happen. Let's start with the english showcase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speech choir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This category involves voice quality, the emotions, the uniqueness the different genres of stories for the piece ,the pressure felt during the practice , and the everlasting "polishing". Those are some of the things felt, seen and done in making a speech choir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poetry in Motion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The "&lt;em&gt;hushed actions&lt;/em&gt;", reading such poem with response of movements in each word. The beauty of the story depends on the interpretation of the dancers. the music will depends on the type of portrayals it will be.. haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abangan sa next post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-3324400249506697006?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/3324400249506697006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=3324400249506697006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/3324400249506697006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/3324400249506697006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-month-of-loving-sharing-and.html' title='December- the month of loving, sharing and puga pati kulba!..whaha'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-8858864641116977760</id><published>2007-09-28T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T07:27:12.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY ABC's....harhar..(",)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt; of a &lt;strong&gt;FILE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Being a student of a Special Science and Technology Class of Capiz Nat'l high school it's really important to stick to your schedule. Having a schedule is not just for important business, it aslo allows you to control your time and let you realize what is the meaning of time in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Study... Is this word should be raised to the 10 power?...huhuhu.. for me.. yes it should. An SSTC student should be doing this for a lifetime. You will never stop and you should never stop studying. Our teacher teaches us to study more but never taught us to stop.. Love my teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;This word struck me most right now cuz I really value this word so much. At this very moment, my tears are ready to fall. It's like missing your pear forever.Never to put down your friendship just to pursue the dreams of being alone. Being a good mortal doesn't mean that you should always be yourself alone, it means you should get along with others. Yes, the feeling of loneliness will be overcome of a fellow cuz your fellow can absorb your feelings and could give you advices soothing to their experinces and no limitations interms of communication. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;High school is really an adventure. You will experience the train of tests (shockings unit na tom?..huhuhu department na next week), sleepless nights (Baw grabe nga invest ah) , heart-pounding grades(shit lagbong ko bay?..haha), those never dying memories (ci kathy, ako, sus kadamo.. I-galileo, II-Linnaeus, III-Dalton,IV-Archimedes), those unforgettable experinces, those places that we can never forget, those camps,(Science camp '04, YES camp '05, REd Cross '06, Science Camp'06, Summit (PSYSC 06), Summit 07,). Then pale of tears in March......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt; to be continued....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-8858864641116977760?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/8858864641116977760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2852941983227263126&amp;postID=8858864641116977760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/8858864641116977760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852941983227263126/posts/default/8858864641116977760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-abcsharhar.html' title='MY ABC&apos;s....harhar..(&quot;,)...'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-4876590239010796470</id><published>2007-09-21T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T05:36:01.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...hate the way I live....but love the passion along the way..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another day passes by but I don't feel the ambiance of a new day.  By the time I've woke up in the morningi feel like "wha!..kapoy na guid ko ya!"..But the essence of being a student doens't stop there , my life should go on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I often ask myself "Ahay! tiko na akon tract or just a rough surface that I should surpass on?.." Many times I told myself to stop but it goes on and on. Being a student is not just facing books for about 8 hours a day or just listening to the blending voices of my teachers giving lessons. A student should have an equilibrium towards himself and other people. Have a nice balance study habits and playtim..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i forgot something, I am not just an ordinary student who lives a simple lyf of my own. I am not an ordinary student who is just facing books for about 8 hours a day or just listening to the blending voices of my teachers giving there best of their lessons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now i understand the feeling of a true student:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; I should wake up early -&gt; to be more flexible to face my earl lyf at college in Iloilo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I should study my lessons -&gt; at the peak of my best to restore the vibes of my lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I should follow the process of my father -&gt; to regain his trust and go onwards to the best that i can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So here I am standing again and will fight the temptations of my will that what?..be a rocky road again? na ah!... i will not promise but I will do it!..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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passion along the way..'/><author><name>jess_myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279645151930428201</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-2852941983227263126.post-1191829486823092412</id><published>2007-08-27T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T08:10:10.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It kills me inside-My Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made me cry for a moment,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made me laugh for those times,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now I know your so good to be true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way you communicate with others,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way you treat them with passion and care,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now I know your a blessing from the heavens above.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are meant for the one we love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are meant for the one we hate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now I know Your still my MIRROR!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852941983227263126-1191829486823092412?l=jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessdadivasarchimedes.blogspot.com/feeds/1191829486823092412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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