<?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-4100648832422726411</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:35:17.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karissa Villanueva</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-2821901431221115285</id><published>2009-01-20T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:44:12.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VAIOS FRONT LINES IN CNSHS’ INTRAMURALS ‘08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;            Determination, team work and coordination don’t give other teams a chance to dominate the Blue Vaios on this year’s intramurals, from first to last day, CNSHS Multipurpose Hall, Oct. 10.&lt;br /&gt;            Headed by Captain Dana Marie Sunga, fourth year levels got the highest score over-all followed by Red Macintosh, Yellow Asus and Green Acers.&lt;br /&gt;            The ceremony, lively with thunderous yells of each team, was headed by the Young Sportmen’s Club (YSC) Aldrich Patosa and his vice president, Charmaine De Paz.&lt;br /&gt;            Every one was intense in the program as they announced the winners of each sports category.&lt;br /&gt;            As for the ending remarks, YSC’s adviser, Mr. Tomas Loyola gave a short message for the success of the intramurals to the fellow students.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-2821901431221115285?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/2821901431221115285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=2821901431221115285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/2821901431221115285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/2821901431221115285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2009/01/vaios-front-lines-in-cnshs-intramurals.html' title=''/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-1898639111448315802</id><published>2009-01-20T03:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:40:55.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;MACINTOSH CRUSHES VAIOS IN BASKETBALL GIRLS, 18-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;            Proving that supremacy of the year level doesn’t matter, blazing Red Macintosh dethroned Blue Vaios in the championship stake, 18-17, CNSHS Court, Oct. 9.&lt;br /&gt;            Seesawing scores on the sets made the players of the both team confused and pressured on the game but the Macintosh didn’t let their nervousness rule over them as they exceeded the opponent’s score.&lt;br /&gt;            Exemplify teamwork and coordination of the team lead by Charmaine ______, brought them into a trance within split seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-1898639111448315802?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/1898639111448315802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=1898639111448315802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/1898639111448315802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/1898639111448315802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2009/01/macintosh-crushes-vaios-in-basketball.html' title=''/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-1903859517265604086</id><published>2009-01-20T03:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:39:51.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;CNSHS SPORTSFEST KICKS-OFF TO A GOOD START&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;            Overwhelming yells of students, non-stop support to their teams were witnessed as the Cavite National Science High School (CNSHS) opened the school’s Sports Fest 2008, SNSHS Multipurpose Hall, Oct. 6.&lt;br /&gt;            The opening of the said event stated with the introduction of the teams, Green Acers from first year, Yellow Asus of second Year, red Macintosh of third year and Blue Vaio of fourth year, together with the prepared yells of the group.&lt;br /&gt;            Furthermore, teams had their great display of flexibility and coordination as they performed their cheer dance for the competition where in the first place was copped by the Macintosh.&lt;br /&gt;            On the other hand, Yellow Asus’ own Ariane Ramirez and Tristan James Diquit were awarded as the champion in the Mr. and Ms. Physique of the intramurals.&lt;br /&gt;            Formally leading the opening of the much-awaited games were Mr. Tomas Loyola and Mrs. De Vera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-1903859517265604086?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/1903859517265604086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=1903859517265604086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/1903859517265604086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/1903859517265604086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2009/01/cnshs-sportsfest-kicks-off-to-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-6839812834933426683</id><published>2009-01-20T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:39:02.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;STILL LUCKY ENOUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;            Monday (October 6). This is the start of the Intramurals in our school. Unfortunately, I was not able to watch all the events because of the review for the DSPC. Good buena mano for our team when we won first in the cheer dance and second in the Mr. and Ms. Physique. I was present in the school for the first three days of Intrams but I wasn’t able to watch any of the games since I was confined in a room to have training. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I went home with my best friend. It’s the graduation day of my sister and since she’s like my relative also, a brought her home. Also, her brother is also my sister’s friend. We ate there...That’s all. Haaha!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KUYA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;            Tuesday (October 7).  Still reviewing the whole day... For an overnight stay, I went home to get my things. I told Ma’am that I’ll be back before seven. My mother and my father were not at home when I arrived but they knew I will have an overnight so they phoned my sister and told her to accompany me getting a tricycle. I don’t know what came to the mind of my sister. She didn’t want me to leave yet. She told me just to wait for Mama and Papa so they will ne bringing me to school. OH MY GOODNESS!! It was already 9:30 but I’m still at home. I was already sitting, waiting there for two and a half hours. Sabi nga, “Puti na mata ko sa kahihintay”. Good when they arrived because they still brought me to Maragondon just to have the overnight. “THANKS PA,MA!”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;            Wednesday (October 8). I can feel I was floating on air. Imagine, no SLEEP the the whole night until morning---STRAIGHT! It was about six in the morning when w went out the school to buy news papers and breakfast. That was my first time to eat porridge in Maragondon Market. Yummy! Good thing there was I’M FULL after that. Haha! Shocking! When we went back to school, there are already students while I’m still wearing my PAMBAHAY ATTIRE. hahaha! I to our room then my friends laughed at me. Shame... The whole day, I’m NGARAG but still, I am very energetic. I can still shout and cheer my team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;            Thursday (October 9). First day of Division Schools Press Conference or what we always say, D-S-P-C. Our contest was on this day- NEWS WRITING. I saw the ones who were with me last year in the RSPC. Those were my friends. There’s one I was expecting to see but I didn’t see her... Mariel. I can still remember the times when we were in Amadeo having the training for the RSPC... Every night, before we sleep, we’re playing different games. We’re sharing mind tricking games. There I’ve got the name “Ang  Batang Magician”. It was not only me who had a new name. There were Ate Lyza- “Ang Batang Champion”, Kuya Arjhon-“Ang Batang Whammy”. There I met new friends: Jewel, Miriam, Lovely, Mariel, Ate Noreen, Melanie, Aira, Ate Verna, Kuya Maynard, Kuya Arjhon, and Kuya Patrick. The day ended up with a little frustration because I was not satisfied with my article. Why? I don’t know. Maybe because I focused on how will my article be different from others instead of how will my article be the vest one. Hmmm... So much more for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;            Friday (October 10). Since my contest was done, I didn’t join them anymore in Imus. Almost the whole day, I spent my time infront of the computer working on our school paper. I really wanted to finish our paper as soon as possible so that all of us, the staffs, can rest already. I know, it was hard to accomplish one paper but as soon as you’ve done it, that’s the only time you will feel the COMPLETENESS... Overwhelming on our part. Especially if it is winning. Well, aside from it, I also watched the intramurals. This is the last day so I guess, I better watch it. Haha! Awarding is what counts most. Loud cheers and yells of each team, with the thunders of claps... I love it.. I can say that this intrams was one event I will cherish in hih school life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Saturday (October 11). Again and again and again... I need to go back the Imus though I don’t want. That was the hardest part of the contest for me. Judging. When the morning started, I begun talking to God. I told Him to help me be included in the top. I asked him any place except 8th. You know why? Because only top 7 will be included in the RSPC and it’s really “nakakapanglumo” if I will be in 8th place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            First, we attended the election for SWACS or the Student Writers Association of Cavite-Secondary. I wanted to run for president but my classmate was nominated by me. It was hard for me to do it but I’m proud of myself that I was able to give it to her. It was just after that, I said to myself, “nagpaubaya ka na naman”. I’m definitely sure, I have the big chance to win it if ever I tried. I don’t know but I was never been a loser in an election even in division level (Cavite). (If ever someone can read this, please don’t think I’m boastful or what so ever. I’m just expressing what’s inside me.=p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The most awaiting event by most. Awarding. I wanted to go shopping already so I will not witness the awarding. Hayyy.... My face can’t be painted that time. I swear. I don’t know if I’m going to cry, or laugh or faint. I don’t know if I’m going to the c.r., outside, or transfer another chair far away from my schoolmates. Until third to last category, news writing-filipino. The more tension I felt. It was just in number 13 when I already heard my name. “Number thirteen, Karissa Villanueva of Cavite National Science High School, School paper- Ang Molekyuls, coach- Ms. Elenor Alcantara”.... Hayyyy... Why so early? I don’t want to stand yet eh. Haha! But I thanked God for I was still able to be included in the top 15. Hmmm. I’m still lucky enough because it was only me and Jewel who were included in the top. Hmmm... Huhuh!!! T_T... I won’t be able to go to Batangas for the RSPC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            When I arrived home, I put load on my phone and registerd to unlitxt. Instead of crying,I just focused myself on texting. Hayyy.. Thanks to all who listened to my nonsense stories... C’=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;            Sunday (October 12). I’m still sad about the thing happene the previous ay but good that everything was fine after I went to church. I was able to release the negative feelings inside me. Hayyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            In the afternoon, I practiced cotillion. That is for the preparation of the debut of my cousin. I just realized while practicing. It’s quite a long time since I last dance in a program. It was three years ago when I last danced on stage of our school. Now, I understand. This school is different from the outside world. This has changed me a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-6839812834933426683?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/6839812834933426683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=6839812834933426683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/6839812834933426683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/6839812834933426683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-lucky-enough-monday-october-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-3652830585230999315</id><published>2009-01-20T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:37:17.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BUSY WEEK STARTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;September 29-October 5&lt;br /&gt;            For the preparation of Intrams, we started completing the requirements. All I can say about it was “it’s like for BEIJING”. You know, I was able to complete the requirements but I would not join the sports fest. I will just watch my team mates and cheer them. That’s the best thing... SHOUTING...hahaha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;            One night, we had an activity in our church-that was actually occasionally. That one was for the whole area of Naic. I saw there my schoolmates and... and... and... They called me a different name AGAIN... And it started there. Even my church mate, is now calling me with that name. I’m so annoyed. Hmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;            Sunday night, I asked my friends who graduated if they could visit the school during the intrams. Sadly, ALL of them could not.. HAiyyy... They have their own excuses. I’ll just wait for them to have time to visit. I missed them so much...={^;^}=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-3652830585230999315?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/3652830585230999315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=3652830585230999315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/3652830585230999315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/3652830585230999315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-week-starts-september-29-october-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-1443783855671613406</id><published>2009-01-20T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:35:47.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn’t expect that it would happen and I didn’t wish it to happen for some reasons. Though there’s nothing wrong with it, I’m still afraid for it to come about AGAIN. I know it’s just normal for me to experience that but I can’t believe that I would experience it. I hope, it will not happen again because I really don’t know what to do after. People won’t believe if I’ll tell them, “IT’S NOTHING”... though it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            (September 22) My week started with a tiring morning. Just imagine cleaning alone at the trashy park. My group mate whom I expect to be with me was late. Haha! The whole day, happened fast. I could not remember anything not ordinary happened except during dismissal time. When I was walking toward the bus, my cousin called me and said that I was “lagot”. But why? I can’t remember anything I’ve done wrong. After I passed their bus, my classmate together with her service mates once again caught my attention and called me with a different name. Hmmm... I’ve figured it. They were wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            (September 23) Tuesday... Fourth years were having their career orientation in Tagaytay. My usual companion in going home was not there, of course. During the afternoon, I was waiting outside the school for the bus. There was no bus passing until the last students who left the school were gone, I was still there waiting alone. It was a little bit dark already. Hayyyy... If only it was the same as last year, I will not go home late ALONE. By the way, I was able to ask Sheila about the name they called me the previous day. It was a big “NO”. There was news scattering about me in fourth years. Promise, it was all “Chismis”...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            (September 24) Fourth years are back. After our Statistics, one of my classmates asked me to go with her. Of course, I went with her. I was wondering why she kept on controlling our way going to the room. She passed a different way. I guessed. I acted as if I didn’t know anything. I wanted to disappear that moment. Every one in that room, I think, knew about it. After that, I didn’t utter any word. I was shocked. Why there? Why that time? I didn’t ask anything but why I received something. Huh! Okay. Someone from the other section saw it, too. She went toward me and said, “I told you.” Suddenly, everything stopped. Hmmm... I don’t know what to do with that thing I was holding... Good thing because in the afternoon, Ma’am Arlyn and I went to Trece. We had the orientation with accordance to the Children’s Month this October. I saw there my former classmate, Charisse. She was my classmate in fifth grade but she wasn’t able to complete the whole school year because her family migrate.             (September 26) HAPPY BIRTHDAY AJAE!!! I was just happy for her speciall day. Sadly, I wasn’t able to join them eating PIZZA...hAHAHA! Good thing was she saved a slice for me. Thanks Ajae!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-1443783855671613406?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/1443783855671613406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=1443783855671613406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/1443783855671613406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/1443783855671613406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2009/01/expect-unexpected.html' title=''/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-952206751753254970</id><published>2008-09-22T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:51:44.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A teacher, a friend, the person behind my sorrows and laughs. She was the first person whom I knew, I saw and became my friend when I gained conciousness. She was my first teacher ever. She taught me how to walk, to talk, to know the things aruond me and to understand what's happening in the surrounding. She helped me face the reality in this world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;A friend. Whenever I have problems, she was there to cheer me up and after, giving me advise. I know she'sscolding me sometimes  but I know, she's doing it for my own advantage. She loves me so much, I can feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;A strong person. Evry one would cherish her strong personality- specially me caan recognize it. I can still remember, she was hurt of protecting us. For the reason of her love to us, she sacrificed her feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm very glad I have her in my life. She's the reason of my existence in this world. Now, because of her personality, because of her love, because of what she is, I am now an almost complete human. I can share  people her big part into my life. Speacially, she was the one who taught me how to call on God in times of hardships and happiness. The person behind my back, the person I am proud of, I love you, MAMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-952206751753254970?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/952206751753254970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=952206751753254970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/952206751753254970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/952206751753254970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2008/09/teacher-friend-person-behind-my-sorrows.html' title=''/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-6184774097981521875</id><published>2008-09-22T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:40:47.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;September 1-7&lt;br /&gt;            Material gifts are not important. All I want is your presence. I’m thankful for you have remembered one of my special days.&lt;br /&gt;            Honestly speaking, I’m not expecting that this day would be a speacial day. I alreay conditioned myself that it would just be an ordinary day. At home, of course, it’s just an ordinary morning when I woke up. No greetings from my mother nor my brother and my sister.Hayyy. They forget about my birthday. While riding on the tricycle going to school, I’m with my seatmate (my last year’s penpal)  in the room. She forgot, too. At school, I met my bestfriend (my bestfriend for nine years) together with her groupmates in cleaning. I thought she would be the first one who’ll greet me but she didn’t even say “Hi”. But I’m not after she greeted me, I’m after she remembered her bestfriend’s birthday.&lt;br /&gt;            Three Nitronz room... Aaron welcomed me with a greeting, followed by the Jewel Sis. I’m touched to the jewel sis because it was since yesterday that they were greeting me. Hayyyyy... After cleaning our parks, that was the only time my bestfriend greeted me. She heard my classmates greeting me, eh, that's why.. Hehehe...Joke only.. Peace...(But I think, that was true.hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;          During Physics time, I went to II-Hydrogen room to get the seatwork for the subject period. Ma'am Tenny was their teacher that time. Ma'am let me go inside the room. I didn't expect that the section will sing a birthday song, so I huriedly went out the room. I just asked Ma'am to tell me that seatwork through the window but Ma'am refused. And so, I was forced to go back to the room. Once again, they sang song. Before I left teh room, they asked me to have a speech. All I was able to say was "THANK YOU".... (Thank you III-Hydrogen!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;          During and after our English time, it was full of "pangangantyaw" of Ma'am. Hehehe.. And there. I just acted as if I was not hearing anything. Hahaha!!! I was shy, I wasn't able to treat my classmates even snacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-6184774097981521875?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/6184774097981521875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=6184774097981521875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/6184774097981521875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/6184774097981521875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-1-7-material-gifts-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-5346539742945236789</id><published>2008-09-22T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:28:18.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;September 8-13&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m just wondering. Why are there people who are lazy? I can say, people who are not cleaning... I know it was very shallow. But my point is, we’ve been staying in the school for three years now and don’t they still know their responsibilities? Sometimes, I am asking myself why I am cleaning alone at our park. I have my groupmates but I’m tired of telling them “hey, let’s...” because their response will just be “yes, you go ahead”,  (and they won’t follow) or no response at all (like talking to the air). Can someone answer my question, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISSED YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;            Five months were not that long but for someone who’s longing for her close friend, it’s like a year. Texting was not enough to say “kamusta” and let her feel that you’re missing her so much. I was just SOOOO happy that I saw her again. September 12 would be a memorable day for me. At last, after almost half a year of not seeing ate anshe, she visited in school. The night before it, I texted her if she could pursue on going to the school. I was waiting or her reply but instead of an SMS, she phoned me. Hayyyyy... I missed the voice of my sister. Back to twelve. After our Analytic Geom long test, my hands became cold and my heart beat fast. I’m excited to see ate anshe again. There it was. While looking at the entrance of the school, I noticed a girl with short hair. I knew it was her. I ran fast towards her and she ran as well. We hugged each other tight. I accompanied her visiting the school teachers and we sat beside each other at the bus in going home. For remembrance, we took pictures while in the bus. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-5346539742945236789?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/5346539742945236789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=5346539742945236789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/5346539742945236789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/5346539742945236789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-8-13-im-just-wondering.html' title=''/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-5265924704569575574</id><published>2008-09-22T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:26:44.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BETTER LATE THAN NEVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;September 15-17&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;em&gt; I had my second chance. I must not waste it. If I tried my best before, I think, I must try harder to succeed this time. I don’t want to disappoint my parents again. I have convinced myself to change a lot. I think, I’m doing the right thing now. I want to prove them that if I was able to succeed for the past years, I can still do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.T. 2.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;            Good for me that I was exempted in Physics. At least, the subjects I reviewed were lessened. The only problem was Chemistry. When I got the test in Chem, I thank God because it was easier compared to before. In MAPEH, no more memorizations in Music for we didn’t have test in Music. I just focused more on dance steps and Arts. But oh my goodness! The one I memorized in PE, the dance steps, were all messed up! The dance steps and their names were jumbled in my head! Hayyyyy.... Analytic Geom and Math... My two favorite subjects. I can’t say anything about them. Advanced Statistics came with somewhat easy exam but I’m a hundred per cent sure that I have mistakes. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO-DAY HALF-DAY&lt;br /&gt;            As usual, were half day in the first day of PT. I’ll share my second day of PT. It was as if I didn’t have my non-classes afternoon. I stayed in school to work for the school paper. Lucky for me that the exams were all done except the English which will be taken on the last day of weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUCTURNAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I went to computer shop around 7:45 to search for the plot summary of our movie review since I want to REFRESH my mind on the events in the film we’ve watched for weeks ago. I just stayed there for one hour. Actually, searching the summary was not the only thing I did there. I visited my profile in FS, our family’s profile, and my email. I just realized... I haven’t opened my profile for long weeks then. When I read the comments, those are still last month’s. Aside from it, people invited me to add them as friends were many already. That night, I saw one person who added me that I think related to what my other friend have told me. (Don’t mind the things I’m saying. It’s only me who can relate to it. No other person. Hahaha!) I arrived home nearly nine o’clock. I started doing the project. I was inspired to do my project that I was able to finish it at 2 am. Hahaha! Guessed it? A nocturnal girl- that was the name given to me by one of my friends who graduated recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-5265924704569575574?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/5265924704569575574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=5265924704569575574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/5265924704569575574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/5265924704569575574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2008/09/better-late-than-never.html' title='BETTER LATE THAN NEVER'/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-4383415555292882839</id><published>2008-07-13T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T05:12:23.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;TUESDAY AND WEDNESDAY:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had our PT 1.1 on these days. For day one, I only studied SS.Hahaha!Yeah, only that. Why? Because I taught, that was the hardest test on first day. That was the only subject needs memorization-and I hate memorizing..EVER!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Second day... Here they were. The scary subjects. Haha! As what I have said, I hate memorizing so much and science subjects are full of it. Haha! I studied very hard on Physics and Chem but I think, it didn't help at all.Haha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THURSDAY and FRIDAY:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally, we checked our PT papers..Hahaha!! What tHE!! My scores were extremes!!haha!! not to mention my scores, I'm still lucky I passed on "SOME" subjects.Yeah, only to some because as usual, I got low in science&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;subjects.Haha!I just don't know why I can't withstand on memorization matters...=)..I can say that I'm way lucky. I can carry solving problems in Math. Haha!I LOVE ANALGEOM and MATH III!!Yahoo!!!---as olweiz.haha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Project..project.. project..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our HRR was "THE PEARL". Ahm, it's a short story that is written on a medium-sized hard bound book and covers from page 89 to 135.Hahaha! Yeah..It's just a short story. You just need to spend almost an hour to read it and if you're sleepy, maybe one and a half hour.Haha! We're lucky to have it.Haha! But I guess, it's a nice story..(I hope so).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, well, well... To my bestfriend, I was able to convince my mother about the fieldtrip..Yahoo!!haha!!(not that exciting to ninth day of August, Huh...)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;'till next week! byebye!have a happy week end!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-4383415555292882839?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/4383415555292882839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=4383415555292882839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/4383415555292882839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/4383415555292882839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2008/07/what.html' title='WHAT THE...!!'/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-2331941258759240076</id><published>2008-07-12T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:51:18.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANSWERS IN ADV. STAT.</title><content type='html'>b. 5,6,6,6,6,6,6,9,9,12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;MD&lt;/span&gt;= mean=7.1&lt;br /&gt;17.4 /10= 1  37/50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;S^2 &lt;/span&gt;= 42.9/(10-1)&lt;br /&gt;=4  23/30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;=2.18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;CV&lt;/span&gt;= (2.18/7.1)100%&lt;br /&gt;=30.7 %&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. 5,6,6,9,12,12,14,15,57,66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;MD&lt;/span&gt;=mean=20.2&lt;br /&gt;=165.2/10&lt;br /&gt;=16.52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;S^2&lt;/span&gt;=4411.56/9&lt;br /&gt;=490.17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;=22.14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;CV&lt;/span&gt;=22.14/20.2&lt;br /&gt;=1.096&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-2331941258759240076?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/2331941258759240076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=2331941258759240076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/2331941258759240076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/2331941258759240076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2008/07/answers-in-adv-stat.html' title='ANSWERS IN ADV. STAT.'/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-8672071086010371725</id><published>2008-07-06T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T06:52:12.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEKaholic?!?</title><content type='html'>"INSENSITIVE"&lt;br /&gt;Why are there some people who are insensitive? It's trully hard if people around you will always see you smiling...will know you as an individual who doesn't know how to cry. It's really hard.. PromissSse.. Some people are still making fun of you but didn't know that it's not funny anymore. They go beyond their limits. HAiiiii...Yeah.. Life is a Life...Hahah!!! nonsense for others but to those who can relate, they will understeand me. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;(I'll finish this blog soon..haha! sorry for not stating the continuation.=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-8672071086010371725?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/8672071086010371725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=8672071086010371725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/8672071086010371725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/8672071086010371725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekaholic.html' title='WEEKaholic?!?'/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-3139850784301324925</id><published>2008-07-06T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T05:40:06.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST AN ASSIGNMENT</title><content type='html'>THE NUMBER OF LINE SEGMENTS CONNECTING EQUAL NUMBER OF&lt;br /&gt;POINTS IN THE SIDES OF REGULAR POLYGONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract&lt;br /&gt;This research study aimed to derive a formula in getting the number of line segments formed by connecting the equal number of point/s located on each side of a regular polygon.&lt;br /&gt;The researcher identified the regular polygons to be used, drew the point/s on the sides and connected these points. He then made lists and tables to see if there is a relationship between the variables in the problem. Patterns were observed that made possible the researcher to make some conjectures. After trying the conjectures on other polygons, he was able to come up with a generalization. The rule was translated into symbols: S= p^2{[n (n)]/2}. It was then proved using other principles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-3139850784301324925?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/3139850784301324925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=3139850784301324925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/3139850784301324925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/3139850784301324925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-assignment.html' title='JUST AN ASSIGNMENT'/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-3247059093780951812</id><published>2008-07-01T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:44:06.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF MY EXISTENCE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thus was asked by our English teacher. I never had a hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;time thinking about my answer to that. Truly as it is, I have a very sure answer. I can say that "MY LIFE'S PURPOSE IS TO SERVE GOD". Yes,  I'm  very definite to  my answer.  God  was the reason why I have the so called "LIFE", and so He is the one I am to serve. I live in His words and follow what He says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SGpCdl1YgrI/AAAAAAAAABI/S4dYNVmvAFM/s1600-h/477412215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SGpCdl1YgrI/AAAAAAAAABI/S4dYNVmvAFM/s320/477412215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218056194401796786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;                         CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;DL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;E....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;he fire on the candle that gives light to its surrounding, I am the light on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;. Whenever there are times that everyone feels down, I'm making them laugh. Brightness will replace the darkness on their faces and happiness will  fill their hearts.  I'm bringing light on other's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; Candles are not permanently can give light. When wind blows hard, there is a tendency for the fire to put out. Like me, I'm not permanently giving happiness to the people around me. There are also instances that if something is bothering me or my family, that's the time for my "fire" to put out. But it's just for a while. I can still gain my light and be strong again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;"LIFE GOES ON..WHATEVER MAY HAPPEN, I WILL CONTINUE FACING THE LIFE AND MOST OF ALL, SERVE GOD"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-3247059093780951812?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/3247059093780951812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=3247059093780951812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/3247059093780951812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/3247059093780951812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-purpose-of-my-existence.html' title='WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF MY EXISTENCE?'/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SGpCdl1YgrI/AAAAAAAAABI/S4dYNVmvAFM/s72-c/477412215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-2199093398372697864</id><published>2008-06-29T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T05:03:29.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AT THE BEGINNING</title><content type='html'>We were strangers&lt;br /&gt;Starting out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming&lt;br /&gt;What we'd have to go through&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are&lt;br /&gt;And I'm suddenly standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday..We did not have our classes.Good thing. Why? Because I don't feel to go to school during rainy days. I mean, STORMY DAYS. Hahaha! But you know what? On that day, it did not rain. Haha! It favored the students. Tsk tsk tsk. But it also has disadvantages. FIRST thing was "when we went to school during Tuesday, we had a LOT of TRASHES to clean!". Haha! Next,  we had a quiz in Chem. Actually, we supposed to take it during Monday but since it was a "holiday"(haha!just for me), we had it on Tuesday. Know what?I got half of the perfect score! Haha! I just don't know who ever got a passing score on that quiz. If you're wondering what was the topic of that test, just ask the Juniors. Haha! And another thing about it, IT WAS OUR BUENA MANO! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me&lt;br /&gt;I was going to find you&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected&lt;br /&gt;What you did to my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I lost hope&lt;br /&gt;You were there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;This is the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this interesting activity in Physics. We made a pinhole camera and our group had the highest score (for the second time around). Maybe, you will be asking what's interesting about it. Nothing. I just want it because it's the combination of Arts and Physics. Our group had decided to design our project as if it was a pencil- MONGOL PENCIL. And it worked! SUCCESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;And I want to keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happened to me this week? Hmmm... Ahhhh... I knew! We had a quiz in Anal Geom but I don't know my score yet. Haha! It's quite easy but I think, I have mistakes.Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were strangers&lt;br /&gt;On a crazy adventure&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming&lt;br /&gt;How our dreams would come true&lt;br /&gt;Now here we stand&lt;br /&gt;Unafraid of the future&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;And I want to keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was somebody somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Like me alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Now I know my dream will live on&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting so long&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;And I want to keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road and I wanna keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river I wanna keep going on....&lt;br /&gt;Starting out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road and I wanna going&lt;br /&gt;Love is river I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-2199093398372697864?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/2199093398372697864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=2199093398372697864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/2199093398372697864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/2199093398372697864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-beginning.html' title='AT THE BEGINNING'/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-1403021367439804242</id><published>2008-06-23T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T05:56:49.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST AN ASSIGNMENT</title><content type='html'>PROBLEM: What brand of detergent will best remove mud stain on cheese cloth?&lt;br /&gt;OBJECTIVE: To determine the brand of detergent that will remove mud stain the best on cheese cloth.&lt;br /&gt;MATERIALS: 15 pieces of 4"x4" white cheese cloth, mud set-up on a basin, detergent A(Surf), detergent B(Tide), detergent C(Ariel), 3 basins with 1 L of tap water on each&lt;br /&gt;PROCEDURE/S: Soak all cheese cloths on the mud stain set-up all at the same time for 30 minutes. Then, let the stainned cloths be dried for another 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Prepare the set-ups of the detergents. On each basin with 1 L of tap water, put detergent A, on another basin detergent B, and on the third basin detergent C. The amount of each detergent to be put is 3 scoops.&lt;br /&gt;After the cloths have been dried up, soak three cloths on each detergent solution for thirty minutes. Then, rinse all the cloths with water. Let them dry for twenty minutes. Observe the cloths and record the findings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-1403021367439804242?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/1403021367439804242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=1403021367439804242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/1403021367439804242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/1403021367439804242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-assignment.html' title='JUST AN ASSIGNMENT'/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-1503465746803485675</id><published>2008-06-23T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:01:18.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNFORGETTABLE DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Here I am again, writing new pieces of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Very dramatic introduction, huh? Well, I’m not actually a dramatic person. I’m truly a “laughAble” one. Haha.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then, then, then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Let’s go on now to my day to day history. Hmm. My week started with a ceremony lead by junior teachers. And there it was. I didn’t know that this would be the second and last week of Ma’am Arlyn as our adviser. That was Tuesday. When ma’am Arlyn arrived at the school, I helped her bringing her things. While we’re walking going to our room, she told me that she would not be our adviser anymore. Of course, I was sad. Though I knew she’s telling the truth, still I didn’t believe her. I said to her that she was kidding and would just stay on the second floor because she would use the computer. When we arrived at the room, I kept quiet. I didn’t tell it to anybody in our section. Still I don’t want ma’am to leave us. But that was Friday when our section transferred the things of ma’am to the TRC. I didn’t want to see and help removing the things of ma’am so I just attended the meeting in Calgeo Soc. I could not escape the truth. When I entered our room, there I saw nothing but the empty space left by the things of Ma’am Arlyn. I HATE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;={`^;^}= ={`^;^}= ={`^;^}=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;SUBJECT MATTERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Social Studies III had its first meeting with us, Tuesday. Well, well, well. I had a fun encounter on our time. Haha! Why? Because I was able to answer on our oral participation and I didn’t stand for the whole period. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;About our Chemistry, good that we’re not yet having our quizzes. I’m enjoying our lecture time! Wahaha! – with the stories of Ma’am Bisa and her explanations to our lessons. We didn’t have our Chem for two days. I mean, Ma’am wasn’t present during Wed and Thurs. Seat works. Just that. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Filipino. Our presentation of acrostic was done. It’s good that we got a perfect score. Buena mano for the year. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Physics. After last week’s ball launcher, there came the camera. Haha! Our group was the first one to finish a successful one. Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;Analytic Geometry. I’m having fun with our lessons. The subjects are getting complicated but that was my first impression. When I learned those, I realized that they were just easy. Haha! So much for that.&lt;br /&gt;Surfed the net. That’s what we did during two periods of our English. We worked onour blogs but unfortunately, I wasn’t able to visit mine because I’m one of the last girls on the list for my surname starts with “V”. When the time was already near for my turn,,, “TIME’S UP”. Period was over. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;={‘^;^}= ={‘^;^}= ={‘^;^}=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRIDAY IS BYE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hayyy... At last! I have succeeded another week. As what I have said, it’s time for us to say “bye- bye” to our adviser. Hmmm.. And another, goodbye to my classmates “for the mean time”. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Calgeo Soc meeting. We have started doing our bulletin board. I used the format of I-Nitrogen, Batch ’06-’07 (April entry).Haha! That was my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. and Ms. Earth Watch candidates as well as the compost pit guidelines were presented during the flag retreat. What duh! Ajae felt dizzy during the retreat so she rested on the chair in front of the canteen. Maybe, she got tired during four to five of the afternoon. Hhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Aside from ALL of those, Ma’am Arlyn left us something very memorable meaning of her name. T_T.. It was really a “bye bye” day. Hayyy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;={‘^;^}= ={‘^;^}= ={‘^;^}=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I’M HOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The first thing I did when I arrived home was I looked at my cell phone if have load. I registered to unlitxt because I wanted to talk to ate Anshe. I told her that her mom won’t be our adviser anymore. She was very sad for that. And also happy that ma’am became the chief adviser. Hayyyy..... I missed ate anshe very muchhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;={‘^;^}= ={‘^;^}= ={‘^;^}=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STILL MISSING MY FRIENDS SO MUCHhhh!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you now, guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-1503465746803485675?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/1503465746803485675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=1503465746803485675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/1503465746803485675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/1503465746803485675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2008/06/unforgettable-days.html' title='UNFORGETTABLE DAYS'/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100648832422726411.post-1639310150464376643</id><published>2008-06-14T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:10:38.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥Schoolterrific♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SFS-oMq4RpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dd_-YLirUfQ/s1600-h/1_653436510m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212000266579625618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SFS-oMq4RpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dd_-YLirUfQ/s320/1_653436510m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;FIRST DAY:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to School!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited -to see my classmates, old friends, be used to our new room, meet our new teachers, have a meeting with our new adviser, know my new schoolmates and of course,use my new NOTEBOOKS. Anyway, that's just normal. Most of our meetings tackled only on rules and regulations of the Junior life. Yes! Can't believe that I'm already third year. It's just like I'm only in first year- ..shy to new classmates, having a Tara Sheet for the ESC, cheering for Green Tamaraws, going to Nat. Sci. Lab., and LRC for Filipino and Technical Writing, and so on.Haha!.&lt;br /&gt;After the day, as if it's already the midyear of the school. We already had assignments but not to be checked this week.&lt;br /&gt;During the flag ceremony, I'm confused with our line. Cause I'm used to be the on the 11th set of lines, I didn't know were to go now.Haha! Teachers lead the exercise with the tune of "I Don't Know the Title" song. Haha!Good for this day. (June 10, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;SECOND DAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diagnostic Test- Clean up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Shocking! Guess what. I didn't expect that the exams are that hard. I thought came to my mind. Are those the topics we will really taking up this school year? I hope it would be not that challenging. But whatever the answer is, I'm ready for the new life's challenges. Haha!...&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: We had the Class Election. I didn't know that my classmates would still elect me as the president. Actually, it's not "election". I can say that it was "Appointing". Hahah! We didn't have the nominations and the voting. They just mentioned names of the officers. It's like automatically elected.(In Pinoy Big Brother, automatically evicted with the power of "KUYA"=). hahaha!! Aside from the "Election?", we had the "CLEANING TIME!". Hmmm.. What I can say about it is... It's nice to clean the Guidance Center..haha!! (June 11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;THIRD DAY: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diagnostic Test II- Election&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Analytic Geometry!I guess, I had a good choice when I entered this elective. Hayyy. I didn't read the questions on the test paper anymore. I did the "mini mini my ni moo" type of guessing on this test. Haha! i couldn't understand the questions and the choices. I questioned myself: "Are this topics really existing?". I mean, "Would I understand if the topics would be tekan up?".Haha!So much for that.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: ELECTION TIME!! By hook or by crook, I would be in Math Org. Haha! See. I made it! I had a position in Year Level CALGEOTRIST Society and as what I promised to Kuya Jason, I would be the president next year.Haha! I didn't let my classmates know about this because I think, they were not interested to know it. Haha! After the election, some of us went "tripping" in the canteen to those people who are passing at the right door. Haha! No need to mention. All I can say is.."HAHAHA!!!Nice 'ONE'!!".(June 12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;FOURTH DAY: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T.G.I.F.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thank-God-It's-Friday! One more day and I'll already have a rest at home. Haha! We just checked the Diagnostic Tests.Hmmm... NOSEBLEED!!-not the exams but the RESULTS!! Haha! Of course, it's normal. Haha! Here are the other things we took up today:PHYSICS- "Buena Mano", I got perfect in the quiz.haha.Ma'am asked us to make a Ball Launcher out of the materials she told us to bring(we didn't finish so she told us to pass it on monday); CHEMISTRY- Preview on Chem (of course.haha!) and a short intro about the first topic; STAT- we made an account in gmail.com but unfortunatelly, I wasn't able because everytime I'm signing up, it's always "Sorry, wasn't able to create your account."hayyyy!!!; AnalGeom- good for me! I got one perfect on the first exercise and a seventy on the first quiz. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess, those are all for the academics stuffs...(June 13) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOOK DEEPER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look on opposite side of our room, there hidden are the good memories of mine with my friends. I missed them so much. Every dismissal time, I'm still waiting for my siste&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SFS-3MTsT7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/O3ItrqvRHVg/s1600-h/1_867656886l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212000524180410290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SFS-3MTsT7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/O3ItrqvRHVg/s200/1_867656886l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r who will hug and kiss me before we leave each other. I'm always longing to my Kuya who's always with me and Ate Micah when going home. I'm stiil thinking about my friend who keeps on pinching my cheeks everytime we're seeing each other..Haha!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Still adjusting to my new life..and.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;MISSING MY FRIENDS SO MUCCHHHH...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100648832422726411-1639310150464376643?l=karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/feeds/1639310150464376643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100648832422726411&amp;postID=1639310150464376643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/1639310150464376643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100648832422726411/posts/default/1639310150464376643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissa-latrommi1.blogspot.com/2008/06/schoolterrific.html' title='♥Schoolterrific♥'/><author><name>Karissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00611988721026826572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SWufQRkdkZI/AAAAAAAAABg/HrlCa_RkbuQ/S220/CIMG4101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfpakZCwPxU/SFS-oMq4RpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dd_-YLirUfQ/s72-c/1_653436510m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
