<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854</id><updated>2009-02-21T04:58:39.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>journals of the cynically hopeful</title><subtitle type='html'>reflections and nonsense. you have been warned.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-117582357297339608</id><published>2007-04-05T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T18:39:32.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to moving forward</title><summary type='text'>so the deal with my friend's sister's house negotiations fell through.i was really hoping that would turn out, but it didn't. it's beginning to look like convenience is not an option for me right now, and fate is URGING me to take the necessary steps to move out of my comfort zone in finding a new place to stay (side note: "HAVEN'T I BEEN OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE ALREADY? HOW FAR DO I HAVE TO MOVE?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/117582357297339608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=117582357297339608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/117582357297339608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/117582357297339608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2007/04/trying-to-moving-forward.html' title='trying to moving forward'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-117543943655529098</id><published>2007-04-01T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T07:57:16.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping the faith</title><summary type='text'>hmm... i've been reading my past entries just this few minutes -- marathon reading, if you will -- and found myself a little wary when it came to the part of boys. while some posts were written with the happy giddy feeling of a lovestruck girl, ultimately, they ALL led to nothing. shall i hold onto those moments as for what they were -- momentary states of bliss -- or reject them for the wasted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/117543943655529098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=117543943655529098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/117543943655529098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/117543943655529098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2007/04/keeping-faith.html' title='keeping the faith'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-117539049110853472</id><published>2007-03-31T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T19:31:48.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow. it's been almost year since i last visited this page. i must admit, i missed it. going through some of my latest (er, oldest..?) posts, i was a little amused at how articulate i was. i'm not heaping praises on myself, don't get me wrong; but i just had a rather nostalgic feeling... how one year had passed so quickly, and i wonder what had become of me, the writer?let's see. i'm now in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/117539049110853472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=117539049110853472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/117539049110853472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/117539049110853472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2007/03/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-114835682943564642</id><published>2006-05-22T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:00:29.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>end of the semester blues</title><summary type='text'>i realized just now that i always seem to have them. last summer, with chemistry... last fall, and this recent spring as well.. they have more to do with people actually. somehow, my overactive mind always nag me that i've annoyed some, and thereby pushing them away from me in the process.i say overactive because... it does this pity feeling everytime already. i should be used to it by now. and, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114835682943564642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=114835682943564642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/114835682943564642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/114835682943564642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2006/05/end-of-semester-blues.html' title='end of the semester blues'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-114800736820041756</id><published>2006-05-18T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T16:50:04.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have to write this...</title><summary type='text'>... if only to remind myself why i decided so.i must let go. lately, i've been wrestling with the idea of putting up another blog (what?!), this time in myspace. i myself wonder what put me up to it, since i have a hard enough time managing 3. but i persisted on the idea, even coming up with a theme to incorporate japanese words (and their equivalent english translation) as the focal point of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114800736820041756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=114800736820041756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/114800736820041756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/114800736820041756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-to-write-this.html' title='i have to write this...'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-114730389430303265</id><published>2006-05-10T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T16:31:34.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the dream ends...</title><summary type='text'>he showed up in my workplace unexpectedly. i don't need my glasses to know it was him -- that casual laidback walk of his, that familiar jingle of his keys, that messy mane of hair. why did he come, i ask myself. i've done my best not to talk to him at all during the week. why? i dunno. i'm weak, i suppose. i didn't want to disturb him, less he thinks ill of me. i was just content to see him if i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114730389430303265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=114730389430303265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/114730389430303265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/114730389430303265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2006/05/dream-ends.html' title='the dream ends...'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-114550000316083693</id><published>2006-04-19T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:26:43.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><summary type='text'>a guy just brushed a lock of hair away from my face. the move was friendly, but i got momentarily off-guard. la lang.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114550000316083693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=114550000316083693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/114550000316083693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/114550000316083693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-114272026752758311</id><published>2006-03-18T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T15:33:57.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering the iraq war</title><summary type='text'>today i had the opportunity to attend a 3rd year anniversary 'reminder' (i hesitate to use celebration) of the start of iraq war. my friend from school invited me to go, and upon much deliberation i did. (i was contemplating on maybe going thrift-shopping with my other friend, instead. also, told my mom about it, she told me not to go to the protest march... but i'm such a curious cat, you see...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114272026752758311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=114272026752758311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/114272026752758311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/114272026752758311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/remembering-iraq-war.html' title='remembering the iraq war'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-114219712460017416</id><published>2006-03-12T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T12:58:44.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to move on</title><summary type='text'>unknown to some of my old friends, i regularly check their blogs to see what they've been up to. now and then, i also look at friendster as well.its amazing how much people changed... and how i remained the same, i think. i have nothing but joy for their part, but as for myself, i feel a little sad. they've moved on without me, but it seems i'm the only one holding on to them, or rather, their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114219712460017416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=114219712460017416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/114219712460017416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/114219712460017416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-to-move-on.html' title='how to move on'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-114127401440396468</id><published>2006-03-01T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:33:34.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey its a day after!</title><summary type='text'>its still CH, albeit on a much sadder note.i just got a YM message from a friend who's yahoo id supposedly has a new owner. the offline message read something along the lines "pleez delete this yahoo id, i'm the new owner, i'm also deleting you from my list". i'm like, wtf? no, really! first off, yahoo id's don't get new owners. once a yahoo id is yours, its yours. you put the wrong password </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114127401440396468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=114127401440396468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/114127401440396468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/114127401440396468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey-its-day-after.html' title='hey its a day after!'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-114117074593873478</id><published>2006-02-28T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:52:25.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one month after...</title><summary type='text'>... and i'm usual my cynical self.i am currently taking a much needed break from studies right now... heck, who am i kidding... actually, my body gave up on me and decided to do a protest by giving me stomach virus (i think) so i can relax even for a day. hence, i now find myself staying home, skipping class, work, and an exam (which the prof said i can make up, thankfully)... and enough time to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114117074593873478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=114117074593873478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/114117074593873478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/114117074593873478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-month-after.html' title='one month after...'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-113738261062544056</id><published>2006-01-15T19:30:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T20:26:25.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning, charlie.</title><summary type='text'>i. want. a. new. layout. (actually, if anybody can help me change even just the header of this page, i'm ok with it).anyway, less this blog gets tampuhin or selosohin (wha, it actually has an identity?!), i'm posting a pic of charlie.funny, there were 2 people who mistook him as an actual boy. can't blame them, what with this introduction in my email to them:"MEET CHARLIE.charlie is a good friend</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113738261062544056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=113738261062544056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/113738261062544056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/113738261062544056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-morning-charlie.html' title='good morning, charlie.'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-113627836421213806</id><published>2006-01-03T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T00:54:15.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year!</title><summary type='text'>hey there! it's the new year! and what's this --- has it been really a year since i started this thing?as mentioned in my previous entry, i did come up with a new blog (with the help of my sis). here it is!! michenken.blogspot.com ... i'm kinda lazy right now to put it in my links page, but it WILL pop up there. just wait, hihi...anyhoo, that blog will lean more on the fun external side. it will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113627836421213806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=113627836421213806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/113627836421213806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/113627836421213806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-113582563665415221</id><published>2005-12-28T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T19:07:16.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another month...</title><summary type='text'>...and a lot has happened. finals was, er, finally over. my car's signal lights finally worked. i'm the secretary of a newly formed club. my brother got married. i took a flight out of pennsylvania and now i'm here in california. i'm with my family right now. christmas passed and i have lots of new abubots. and the events don't stop there. i'm headed to las vegas tomorrow, this time with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113582563665415221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=113582563665415221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/113582563665415221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/113582563665415221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-month.html' title='another month...'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-113229360163696843</id><published>2005-11-17T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:00:13.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a whole month</title><summary type='text'>heh, that long huh? sorry for the long hiatus. i want to comment that it's my birthday today. no really! it IS my birthday! and how fitting is it that i post about it, exactly 1 month since my previous entry.but i have to ask your forgiveness once more. things have been so busy lately with school that i found little time to post. of course, my taking english101 could also explain my non-posting. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113229360163696843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=113229360163696843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/113229360163696843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/113229360163696843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2005/11/whole-month.html' title='a whole month'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-112959397471944954</id><published>2005-10-17T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T17:06:14.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>suckiness</title><summary type='text'>yes, folks. today actually sucked. first off, my philosophy class got indefinitely canceled. on any other usual lifetime, that's actually good news. not for me. i'm already getting an A on that subject, i like the prof, i like the class (sisiw!), and i like my seatmate. if for some reason, they bring in a substitute, the possibility of getting screwed - GPA-wise, importantly - is highly likely. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112959397471944954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=112959397471944954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112959397471944954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112959397471944954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2005/10/suckiness.html' title='suckiness'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-112942307168770883</id><published>2005-10-15T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T17:37:51.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of buses, report and men...</title><summary type='text'>woah! almost a month without an update!!what can i say? i've been busy (ye, right). i honestly haven't much to say right now, though i had a lot that's been happening. i just didn't find the time to write!okay, the bus trip. on one thursday, i was at the bus stop at 6pm, and continued to wait for the 6:30pm bus. only, it didn't pass at all! i was there til 7pm, slightly shivering na. i called the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112942307168770883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=112942307168770883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112942307168770883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112942307168770883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-buses-report-and-men.html' title='of buses, report and men...'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-112734626470403507</id><published>2005-09-21T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T16:44:24.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here's the deal...</title><summary type='text'>... i don't like pompous people.i thought it was just me having a bad time (exam week), but no, it's really my arrogant seatmate that was bugging me. first of all, he wasn't my seatmate. but for the second time, he obligingly took the chair next to mine (to the surprise of my original seatmate). i was kinda getting prepared, not because of the upcoming test, but because of his not-so-subtle ways </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112734626470403507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=112734626470403507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112734626470403507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112734626470403507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2005/09/heres-deal.html' title='here&apos;s the deal...'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-112691663470758224</id><published>2005-09-16T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T17:23:54.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ego-trippin</title><summary type='text'>school. my last class is about to end, and my cute classmate leans over to say, "have a nice weekend, (my name)".  (you too! hihi!). go over to the next building, hoping to kill time before i catch my bus. suddenly notice the guy from the bus walking beside me (read 2nd, or 3rd, previous blog entry). woah, hi there! (gotta remind myself he's younger, but dang, is he cute or what)mall. on my way </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112691663470758224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=112691663470758224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112691663470758224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112691663470758224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2005/09/ego-trippin.html' title='ego-trippin'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-112663372446611105</id><published>2005-09-13T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:48:44.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more cynicism... and some wishes</title><summary type='text'>is it just me, or is the united states bent on making countries more, well, dysfunctional? its ultimately coming down to, this third world country needs our help, so lets do our very best to screw them..the iraq war is one thing; the latest on philippine news is another. some weeks before, some US people stepped in and verified the controversial election-Arroyo tapes as genuine (hello, chaos). </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112663372446611105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=112663372446611105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112663372446611105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112663372446611105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-cynicism-and-some-wishes.html' title='more cynicism... and some wishes'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-112630239397971474</id><published>2005-09-09T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T17:32:49.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cynicism rears its ugly head</title><summary type='text'>i'm suddenly lacking the initiative to write on this blog o'mine, or making emails for that matter. for instance, some of my friends would out of the blue send me a message like, how are you, and here i would reply back to them, 3-paragraphs-long even, on what's been happening with my life, et al. what do i get in return? nothing. NOTHING. gaah, people! why bother asking when you have no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112630239397971474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=112630239397971474&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112630239397971474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112630239397971474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2005/09/cynicism-rears-its-ugly-head.html' title='cynicism rears its ugly head'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-112630782347404158</id><published>2005-09-06T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T16:17:03.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forever the worrier</title><summary type='text'>i'd thought i'd have fun writing english. i mean, don't you expect it from someone who's writing a blog? but here i am typing on an essay. and i am just freaking mad at it.of course, this situation i find myself in is much better. i had been clueless on what to write, despite being a given a topic. wait, not really that clueless; as a matter of fact, i had lot of comments and ideas. but what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112630782347404158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=112630782347404158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112630782347404158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112630782347404158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2005/09/forever-worrier.html' title='forever the worrier'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-112543099745622091</id><published>2005-08-30T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:43:17.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hit and miss</title><summary type='text'>what a surreal day. and the story i am about to tell will have nothing to do with studies, mind you.i was at the bus stop nonchalantly talking with two of my friends. out of the corner of my eye, i noticed this nice looking guy looking at us (of course, i assumed he was looking at me, too). looks shy judging by his smile, but with a kinda intense gaze.  ah what the hell, you know. i'd never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112543099745622091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=112543099745622091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112543099745622091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112543099745622091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2005/08/hit-and-miss.html' title='hit and miss'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-112543094198805167</id><published>2005-08-29T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:42:21.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a long interlude</title><summary type='text'>wow, a full month or so has passed by since my last entry, huh? what is there to say? had my exams, and drank beer and liquor the day after (to celebrate the end of hard work). bad. i don't wanna do it again. i finally finished my 2 summer classes, scoring an A on both. i'm now in my fall semester, with 4 subjects this time. i found out that mr chem is courting my closest friend this time. i took</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112543094198805167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=112543094198805167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112543094198805167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112543094198805167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2005/08/long-interlude.html' title='a long interlude'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9933854.post-112264806009419293</id><published>2005-07-29T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T07:41:00.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a change in tide</title><summary type='text'>sigghhh.....i have been recommended by my chem prof to tutor for the subject next sem. ironically, he says it at a time when we are faced with the chapters in chemistry that i know nothing abt, or am too lazy to learn. it is so different from my usual attitude at the start of classes, when i even read 4 chapters in advance, problems and all. now... gosh, i can't even look at chemistry right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112264806009419293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9933854&amp;postID=112264806009419293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112264806009419293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9933854/posts/default/112264806009419293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ch-girl.blogspot.com/2005/07/change-in-tide.html' title='a change in tide'/><author><name>ch-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011193216272387439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05268134230662978412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>