<?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-8084057782163697485</id><updated>2012-03-06T14:51:01.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In Stereo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-3765353633312631865</id><published>2012-03-06T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T14:30:04.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Insert Title Here]</title><content type='html'>It's the scariest thing ever to realize how much someone means to you. When it hits you, I mean really hits you, all these thoughts and questions rush through your head at once. A sad emotion even starts to creep on you slowly inch by inch as you start to wonder. What if for someone reason things don't work out? How are you going to live without them? Someone that was once a stranger now is the only people you know like the back of your hand. Someone you once had no emotions for, now has the power to break your heart. Someone you never used to hang out with, now owns most of you time. Someone you never though you'd love, now owns your entire heart. Someone you once lived without, you now wish to hold onto forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-3765353633312631865?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/3765353633312631865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=3765353633312631865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3765353633312631865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3765353633312631865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/03/insert-title-here.html' title='[Insert Title Here]'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-5731097646990725190</id><published>2012-03-05T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T13:31:06.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0dr6egpOW1qe52v7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had our first day of examination lately, Math and Research. Not so worried, I don't even know why. Something's making me feel comfortable for no reason at all. (What am I talking about? ☺) Alright, alright, I feel so exhausted right now and I want to take a rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm speechless. Just wish me luck. ☺ Last 5 days to go!&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/8084057782163697485-5731097646990725190?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/5731097646990725190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=5731097646990725190' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5731097646990725190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5731097646990725190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/03/little-things.html' title='The Little Things.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-8046525030051083772</id><published>2012-03-01T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T11:44:18.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Up The Sky.</title><content type='html'>It makes me incredibly happy when people remember small details about me. Even the simple things, like my favorite color, or favorite song. It's nice to know that you matter enough from them to remember such an insignificant thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the first day of the month of March. Last month of this school year 2011-2012 and I must cherish every thing that I'm having right now and until the end of being a high school student. I know time flies by, things will be more difficult as I enter my college life. Oh my. I'm a bit worried. Time, please slow down. After all the good and bad things that happened to me for four years, I will still value the things that made me stronger and happier. I grew up; about myself, the people around me and the things that are important to me especially my education. From ups and downs, I'm still here. I'm going to make my future brighter and make my family be proud of me. Stay strong. ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XnIlocvFiF4/T1B_MOB0tHI/AAAAAAAAHc8/VnQDjlid8FM/s1600/419981_3133158459882_1592419699_2611916_1187456816_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XnIlocvFiF4/T1B_MOB0tHI/AAAAAAAAHc8/VnQDjlid8FM/s320/419981_3133158459882_1592419699_2611916_1187456816_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So lately, as I came to school. I was really sleepy. I need I need I need I need to sleep. My eyes were shutting down. Classes in our school were half day. Thank goodness. Yet we still had our mastery test in English. But most of our subjects, we didn't do anything. Just chatting with my classmates, taking a lot of pictures and just having fun. Even though that time, something and someone just made me pissed off. I cried secretly at school. But still, I just go with the flow and I acted like I don't really care at all. Seriously. Failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYY NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;Hate this day. HAHAHAHA ended up my day like a sheet of a paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out our pictures, &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/103574961564258717034/Happiness12" target="_blank"&gt;Happiness'12&lt;/a&gt;! I will really miss those moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-8046525030051083772?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/8046525030051083772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=8046525030051083772' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8046525030051083772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8046525030051083772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/03/march.html' title='Light Up The Sky.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XnIlocvFiF4/T1B_MOB0tHI/AAAAAAAAHc8/VnQDjlid8FM/s72-c/419981_3133158459882_1592419699_2611916_1187456816_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-3109025582337302483</id><published>2012-02-28T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T21:14:37.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>Am I going to end up my day great? I guess, yes. I absolutely liked this day. Although I really need some rest, I'm still up. Doing my homeworks and projects. I couldn't stop thinking about something. Blah blah. As I went home lately from school, I was so glad. Really really reeeeeeally glad! Tired enough yet those people that I do really love just made my day awesome! I saw some of my friends (Idols) a while ago and I was totally amazed. Their smiles just made me smile. Lol. I wish I could turn back the time. Especially last Saturday, my bestbud's birthday celebration. I won't forget it. Heehee! Just reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Wednesday tomorrow and I do hope that tomorrow would be good. I want to sleep now. Night! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-3109025582337302483?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/3109025582337302483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=3109025582337302483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3109025582337302483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3109025582337302483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/02/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-5448808217331771066</id><published>2012-02-23T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T21:00:14.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fml.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz36cqV71L1qe52v7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ugh this is what I really hate. Myself.&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/8084057782163697485-5448808217331771066?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/5448808217331771066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=5448808217331771066' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5448808217331771066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5448808217331771066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/02/fml.html' title='Fml.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-2207491764823140873</id><published>2012-02-20T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T20:56:16.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIV5!</title><content type='html'>Just got home from school! Yes, what's with the title of my blog? IT'S ALL ABOUT LIV5! Unfortunately, I didn't open my blog last night because I came home at exactly 9.30pm. Me and my best friends unexpectedly went at Market! Market! yesterday (Feb. 19) and it totally made me so crazy! I didn't expect it. Although I planned to go there since last few months, but before that I became a little disappointed because I thought that I couldn't go there to see my favorite bands! Well, due to some happenings. Yet every thing went well so far. I organized my things immediately. Took a bath, fixed myself, etc. Then met up with my two best friends. Transpo, transpo, tranpo. 3.30pm, we were already at the venue. But before that, I bought batteries for my camera. Sad to say, I forgot those batteries charging at home! I was just so excited though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked up for some good places to watch and we stopped at the 2nd floor in front of the stage! Good thing we were there so that we could watch LIV5 amazingly. And yes, I was right. As minutes passed by, the show started!&lt;b&gt; A+ Dropouts&lt;/b&gt; band was the first one to play their song! I liked their performance and they are great! After they performed, the next one was the band, &lt;b&gt;The Summer Set&lt;/b&gt;! Aw! I love Jess Bowen, the drummer! I do really like the way she plays drums. Even though most of their songs aren't on my playlist. I think I need to download it, cool songs! Made me smile. Third performer was &lt;b&gt;The Ready Set&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;i&gt;Woe, oh, oh, oh!&lt;/i&gt; Oh my, Jordan Witzigreuter really did his best! I ended up like I was so shocked? My face was.. :O Awesome! I recorded some videos from The Ready Set's performance. And next!!! One of the most awaited bands was &lt;b&gt;A Rocket To The Moon&lt;/b&gt;! AHHHHHHHHHHHH! I so love them especially Nick Santino. His face really turned me on. They played their awesome songs. 'Baby Blue Eyes' and 'She's Killing Me' just made me so happy. I definitely took a lot of pictures and videos! Non stop! Sorry guys but I do really love ARTTM. So after their performance, 3.. 2.. 1.. &lt;b&gt;Forever The Sickest Kids&lt;/b&gt; was already on stage! AHHHHHH AGAIN! Made me turned on. I wish Selena Gomez was there for their 'Whoa Oh!' song! Awwww I got lss mostly on their songs. And seriously, when I zoomed my camera, their pictures were good though. The last part. Pshh. Jonathan Cook, their vocalist, is soooo awesome! He do really made their fans enjoyed on their&amp;nbsp;performance. As the show ended. Wait wait, the fans, of course I was there, shouted so that FTSK would perform again. And our wish was commanded! FTSK performed again and it was the last one. But it's okay, at least they still sang again for the last time!&lt;b&gt; Another unforgettable experience for me that I would really treasure! ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mrVQyTPRfrc/T0zN9HOj4vI/AAAAAAAAHcs/HYmuTMERGEI/s1600/GEDC1790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mrVQyTPRfrc/T0zN9HOj4vI/AAAAAAAAHcs/HYmuTMERGEI/s320/GEDC1790.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A Rocket To The Moon performing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfse4nvxLCw/T0zOdDYiKUI/AAAAAAAAHc0/9B8vJpGX0go/s1600/GEDC2008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfse4nvxLCw/T0zOdDYiKUI/AAAAAAAAHc0/9B8vJpGX0go/s320/GEDC2008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jonathan Cook, the vocalist of Forever The Sickest Kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much! LIV5 was great and I hope I could see those bands again performing here in the Philippines! Oh gosh, tears of joy! I really had so much fun. Next show again, I must save money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-2207491764823140873?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/2207491764823140873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=2207491764823140873' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2207491764823140873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2207491764823140873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/02/awesome-liv5.html' title='LIV5!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mrVQyTPRfrc/T0zN9HOj4vI/AAAAAAAAHcs/HYmuTMERGEI/s72-c/GEDC1790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-3891564644137019912</id><published>2012-02-18T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T22:21:16.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promenade, The Last One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F8HTvzN_Yo0/T0EFQvUI4yI/AAAAAAAAGoM/zYOBR2OS4ks/s1600/398740_2800815750541_1562974786_32391363_1136669330_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F8HTvzN_Yo0/T0EFQvUI4yI/AAAAAAAAGoM/zYOBR2OS4ks/s320/398740_2800815750541_1562974786_32391363_1136669330_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As days passed by, we had our cotillion practices these past few days before our prom and I was so tired every day, also I was so lazy. Yeah, so really tired. At first, I wasn't too excited for the upcoming prom because it would be the last one with my classmates and with our school. I couldn't stop&amp;nbsp;over-thinking&amp;nbsp;what would happen next. Monday and Tuesday, I was a student teacher. Wednesday, Teacher's day program. Thursday, general practice for the prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, yesterday, our prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget everything that happened last night, our Junior-Senior promenade. The last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to the venue well-dressed at exactly 5.30pm. Met my classmates and teachers. Took a lot of pictures with them and I do really cherished everything. Couldn't stop laughing with them. Our parents were there before the prom starts. So happy, I'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say. I just enjoyed everything. Someone danced me. My classmates really made me happy. In fact, there was a short presentation for us that was made my Bryan. Wow, fourth year - Einstein 2011-2012 will always and forever be awesome! I love them. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to say. 2.17.12 is ♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-3891564644137019912?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/3891564644137019912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=3891564644137019912' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3891564644137019912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3891564644137019912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/02/promenade-last-one.html' title='Promenade, The Last One.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F8HTvzN_Yo0/T0EFQvUI4yI/AAAAAAAAGoM/zYOBR2OS4ks/s72-c/398740_2800815750541_1562974786_32391363_1136669330_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-7038714214862149384</id><published>2012-02-14T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T18:22:47.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread The Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day! ♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do really had so much fun today. I've never expected that my day would be awesome. Sooo awesome. But although I woke up again late, I still came to school on time. My mind was so stoked about something and I don't even know why! Sorry. Hahaha! I met again my preparatory students (morning session), I taught them about rhyming words and they learned about it. Had some activities and of course, I let them do their Valentine's card for their loved ones. Same as what I did to the afternoon session. They already knew that today was my last day to teach them. All of them were so sweet! They hugged me tight! So glad. Most of them gave me gifts and cards and they made me so completely overwhelmed. I will never forget this. This was the most unforgettable scene of being a student teacher. I do really enjoyed. Hope to see them again next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wait, how was your Valentine's Day? Mine was awesome. Someone just gave me roses and it was the first time. I mean, it was the first time that someone gave me roses on Valentine's Day. So sweet. I don't have any boyfriend. But someone's giving his best. Oh, just wait. After all, nothing's impossible. Thanks. This moment was great. ♡ Heehee! Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Lots of love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, there will be no classes. Teacher's Day celebration only! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-7038714214862149384?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/7038714214862149384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=7038714214862149384' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7038714214862149384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7038714214862149384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/02/spread-love.html' title='Spread The Love!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-7245779487181212047</id><published>2012-02-13T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T20:42:17.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry On.</title><content type='html'>Just got home and I'm so tired. The weather isn't good. Rain rain go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today turned out so well. Woke up late and I felt a bit worried because I will be a student teacher for two days. As time passed by, I came to school and I immediately looked for my classmates. I was a bit excited to teach the preparatory students yet a little nervous because I didn't even prepare! This will be the last time to be a student teacher in our school. Tomorrow will be our Teacher's Day and of course, Feb. 14 is a Valentine's Day. Meaning, love for everyone. I thought tomorrow is just a normal day, Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we entered the room (Prep's), they made me feel so welcome. Kids these days. I was so glad to introduce myself to them and to meet them personally. Those kids were so joyful and I couldn't stop smiling in front of them. Am I crazy? Well, they just made my day. Taught the students about &lt;i&gt;magkasingkahulugan and magkasalungat na mga salita&lt;/i&gt; in their Filipino subject. I accidentally reminisce about my childhood times. When &amp;nbsp;I was just like them, learning those kinds of lessons, being too innocent and laughing so much, the fact that there is no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change topic, I'm chillin' right now. Goosebumps. I'm doing nothing and I'm so bored. No classes tomorrow, please? I'm so lazy. Sorry. Wish me luck. Oh my, last 6 days. I just can't wait! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-7245779487181212047?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/7245779487181212047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=7245779487181212047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7245779487181212047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7245779487181212047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/02/smash-mixed-feelings.html' title='Carry On.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-5008226457861443708</id><published>2012-02-11T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T21:20:43.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fully Alive.</title><content type='html'>My body is aching all over. No time to sleep for the whole day and I'm totally tired. Yesterday, we had our field trip and it was a blast! I woke up at exactly 4 in the morning and at first, I was too lazy to get up and to prepare everything for the said field trip. After a while, I felt too excited because my classmates were already there at the meet up place and I came there at 5.30am. Only few of us were still not there but after a few minutes, we were already complete. We were inside the bus # 3, checked the attendance, the things and everything. I was really like, "Oh, normal day again for me today." Nothing personal. That morning, someone just made me pissed off but as the matter of fact, we were both okay by then. I slept, I ate my snacks. We passed Market! Market! and I saw two billboards that made me so stoked! I couldn't even blink my eyes just to see the most awaited thing! Heehee. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was the Myth of the Human Body Exhibit in Taguig. We took pictures and so excited to see a lot of human anatomy. Minutes passed by.. while we were waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1qxNXG4I1g/TzZnwTaVZwI/AAAAAAAAGbw/6oYPPjjx6TQ/s1600/417297_2718620004741_1234245630_32260888_98395462_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1qxNXG4I1g/TzZnwTaVZwI/AAAAAAAAGbw/6oYPPjjx6TQ/s200/417297_2718620004741_1234245630_32260888_98395462_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yV_jGujsZNc/TzZn12mDMLI/AAAAAAAAGcU/alQplEPnxrM/s1600/424024_2718625124869_1234245630_32260891_16865650_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yV_jGujsZNc/TzZn12mDMLI/AAAAAAAAGcU/alQplEPnxrM/s200/424024_2718625124869_1234245630_32260891_16865650_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight line. We waited for our turn to see everything inside. Everything was&amp;nbsp;used by the real human specimens and body parts. From head to toe. I was really glad to know more about these and I'm eager to learn so many things about it. Speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was the Light and Sound Museum in Intramuros. About the history of our country. The freedom. The heroes. Etc. It was so amazing to know every single thing that our Filipinos did, it symbolized their bravery. Everyone was independent and I'm so proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3jXKvACh6us/TzZn000x7BI/AAAAAAAAGcM/vB2Iv54eirA/s1600/422752_2718713607081_1234245630_32260907_1551054282_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3jXKvACh6us/TzZn000x7BI/AAAAAAAAGcM/vB2Iv54eirA/s200/422752_2718713607081_1234245630_32260907_1551054282_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FVxUZHwgqeU/TzZntU0lB8I/AAAAAAAAGbU/_32EfG_jYv0/s1600/401343_2718721887288_1234245630_32260909_227610521_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FVxUZHwgqeU/TzZntU0lB8I/AAAAAAAAGbU/_32EfG_jYv0/s200/401343_2718721887288_1234245630_32260909_227610521_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And as the time flies by so fast. Before we go to Tagaytay, which was our last stop, we had our lunch somewhere in SLEX. So hungry. Me and my classmates brought so many foods for our lunch. Yes, we were so full. Hehehe. After that, we already went to Tagaytay. Last bus to came there, as usual. So happy to feel the breeze of the fresh air. Had a horse back-riding and it was great. A bit nervous because it was the first time I did by myself. Achievement? Hahahaha! So there are a lot of things that happened. Good bye, last P300. Thanks for all the things that you've given to me. Made me smile. ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eigtiU95yak/TzZn1Dh1XPI/AAAAAAAAGcQ/9EL3o4s02XY/s1600/423195_2718808089443_1234245630_32260990_807862504_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eigtiU95yak/TzZn1Dh1XPI/AAAAAAAAGcQ/9EL3o4s02XY/s200/423195_2718808089443_1234245630_32260990_807862504_n.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode on the bus again and left Tagaytay already. I will surely cherish every moment that we had. Last field trip with them. Even though all of us were tired, we still gave our best just to make sure we were enjoying everything. Last. Last. Last times. I'm going to cry. I just couldn't stop reminiscing about all of the things that happened since we were just a freshmen students. We had a simple party inside the bus. We didn't expect that it would happen. We love it. Dancing like yeah, taking a lot of pictures. This. &lt;b&gt;I so love Einstein '11-'12.&lt;/b&gt; I will never forget these things that made me so happy. Whatever happens, you will always and forever be a part of my life. Forever. I'm not expecting a lot but I'm hoping.. hoping to end our school year awesome and yes, unforgettable. You know it. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-5008226457861443708?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/5008226457861443708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=5008226457861443708' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5008226457861443708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5008226457861443708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/02/fully-alive.html' title='Fully Alive.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1qxNXG4I1g/TzZnwTaVZwI/AAAAAAAAGbw/6oYPPjjx6TQ/s72-c/417297_2718620004741_1234245630_32260888_98395462_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-8525118303980494151</id><published>2012-02-08T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T20:12:44.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart.</title><content type='html'>8th. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I woke up late, I was still excited to go to school. I went to school at exactly 7 in the morning. I couldn't stop thinking about what would happen today. I'm not expecting a lot but I'm hoping for an awesome day ahead. As I entered our room, I just smiled and talked to my classmates. Had so much fun with them the whole day. I felt a bit sleepy but I have to learn more about those lessons today. As time passed by, we had our practice for the Junior-Senior prom that would be held on February 17. I wasn't feeling well the time. Headache exists and until now. But still, thanks to my friends who just really made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone made me feel protected and cared. Thanks, whoever you are. Today was great. I had fun and I would definitely value everything. You are awesome. Love lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wait, wait. Saw something on Facebook that made me feel.. ugh whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-8525118303980494151?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/8525118303980494151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=8525118303980494151' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8525118303980494151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8525118303980494151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-heart.html' title='My Heart.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-5407393680063734759</id><published>2012-02-07T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T19:27:56.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Very Tired.</title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny, how from year to year you don't see much of a change in yourself, physical or emotional, then suddenly you look back and you are a different person. It's like watching the hour hand on a clock, you don't really see it move but it's changing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through a lot. From ups and downs, yet I'm still hoping for my great days ahead. I'm tired. I just want to sleep but something's really killing me. Why am I overthinking? Why..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-5407393680063734759?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/5407393680063734759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=5407393680063734759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5407393680063734759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5407393680063734759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-very-tired.html' title='So Very Tired.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Fort Bonifacio, Taguig City, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>14.5530057 121.0521296</georss:point><georss:box>14.5376367 121.0323886 14.5683747 121.0718706</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-6717489259449824529</id><published>2012-02-04T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T16:55:52.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiate!</title><content type='html'>Oh my, until now I just can't get over. After school, I already went home and prepared myself for the Assumption Antipolo's seniors legacy. Met my friends again then we went at AA right away. It was so great to see some of my friends at AA. Gianna, Kat, Charlene, Idols, and a lot a lot a lot of my friends from other schools really made me so happy. It was nice to see and hang out again with them. Awesome night! I couldn't ask for more. I'm hoping to be with them again and again and again. Oh btw, I won't forget Kat's question. Hahaha! I really love them. ♥ Too sweet, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always and forever love Parokya ni Edgar. I saw them so many times and most of it when I was at AA. Gorsh, I didn't expect that there will be a lot of people. Seriously, it wasn't really like the past legacies. PNE is ♥. Chito is awesome! Hahahaha! They really made my night! Wait wait, I almost forgot. I've touched Elmo's hand! I'm not really a fan but he really made me smile. I shouted, omg. Bad news was, I didn't even bring a camera! Didn't able to take pictures with my friends. Nahhh, at least I'm still happy. :"&amp;gt; Bonding moments! Especially with Charlene. It's been a long time since I was with her. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home at exactly 12 midnight. Good thing my two friends waited for me until I got inside our house. I was scared. Why? Every thing is dark and silent. Creepy! But thanks, my parents and brother came home after a few minutes. Slept. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, I woke up again. (TODAY) A bit in a hurry. Call time is 8am. We just had a CAT a while ago. Just sat on the chair and took a rest. Lalalalalalife. Yet I still have a great time with my classmates. Had our lunch at McDo and I came home after. Ohhhh mixed feelings as of now. This isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm still waiting for our pictures last night. Although it was just a few shots! RANDOM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-6717489259449824529?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/6717489259449824529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=6717489259449824529' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6717489259449824529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6717489259449824529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/02/radiate.html' title='Radiate!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-5545384089309299716</id><published>2012-02-02T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T21:47:53.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gh3sP3ACRlI/TyqSj6dfOYI/AAAAAAAAGYM/EeIWpirCuMs/s1600/tumblr_luy20lHj6M1qd2spzo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="122" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gh3sP3ACRlI/TyqSj6dfOYI/AAAAAAAAGYM/EeIWpirCuMs/s200/tumblr_luy20lHj6M1qd2spzo1_500.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today didn't turn out so well. No expectations at all yet suddenly, whenever I unexpectedly think about something that really made me pissed off for the past times, I couldn't do something and I couldn't change it. Should I accept everything that happened to me before? Yes. No. Maybe. Ugh, whatever. I don't know what's happening to me. Every day, I tend to be happy yet I will always end up lonely. I'm lost. That person makes me feel so disappointed. I felt that second chance has its negative side and I hate it. Why is our generation so depressed?&amp;nbsp;Because the people who we care about the most fuck us over, often, for no reason. Because everyone is so fucking judgemental about every single little fucking thing. Because being happy is hard, because someone always finds a way to bring you down. Because no one gives a fuck about anyone else anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting..&lt;br /&gt;Waiting..&lt;br /&gt;Waiting..&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot. The moment when I'm falling apart and nobody even notices. I'm used to it. Really really used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-5545384089309299716?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/5545384089309299716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=5545384089309299716' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5545384089309299716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5545384089309299716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/02/anonymous.html' title='Anonymous.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gh3sP3ACRlI/TyqSj6dfOYI/AAAAAAAAGYM/EeIWpirCuMs/s72-c/tumblr_luy20lHj6M1qd2spzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-3200300171495267799</id><published>2012-01-31T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T18:34:00.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Good Enough.</title><content type='html'>Ending up my January 2012 a bit weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I feeling like this? I'm trying my best just to feel so good. Yet I'm wrong. I'll be more pissed off. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you a lot. I don't know but why are you giving me enough reasons to let go? I'm just controlling myself. You will never understand me. Never. Have you ever experienced these stuffs in your life? I guess not. That's why you've never get my whole point whenever I'm telling you about some of my blahblahblah-non-sense problems. You're just wasting your time or maybe I'm the one who's wasting it. I know, some people depend on me just because of you and me. Some things are useless. I admit it. You've been part of my life but I'm still looking forward to the exact time, the right time to attain happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I kept on thinking about these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not like you. Totally, not like you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every thing will change, sooner or later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've never been happy with your true(?) friends. Never.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My life is differ from yours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are an angel and I'm not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You did the wrong thing, but still I don't really care.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still a gap between you and me. I'm nothing. I'm not like you. I act like I don't care but deep inside, I feel so lost. I feel so whatever. Ugh, there are times that I'm just letting you do things. I just want you to be happy even though I'm the opposite one. Nobody really knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I've lose hope and how many times I've been let down. Nobody knows how many times I've felt like I'm going to punch my face. Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head whenever I'm lonely. I want someone to fight for me. Just for once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, do you ever wonder why I'm laughing with a group of friends one second; but two seconds later I have a distant look in my eyes; three seconds later I have no track of the conversation; four second later I wish I was anywhere but there; five seconds later I'm forcing the smile back on my face pretending I know what's going on, when really I'm too caught up with all the thoughts in my broken head?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so tired.. really really really tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-3200300171495267799?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/3200300171495267799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=3200300171495267799' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3200300171495267799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3200300171495267799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/01/never-good-enough.html' title='Never Good Enough.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-5736480127978239211</id><published>2012-01-29T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:32:41.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpressed.</title><content type='html'>Oh my, I'm starting to be pissed off again and I've been too lazy since yesterday. Sorry but every time I&amp;nbsp;accidentally&amp;nbsp;think about some blahblahblah stuffs, I tend to punch and punch and punch my pillow until I get tired. There are a lot of things that make me feel so random. Mixed emotions are present and I absolutely hate it. I'm tired of every single thing that I'm doing every day. What's new?&amp;nbsp;All these days have turned these months into a year and I've been spending every second wishing I could disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, it was lunch time. I decided to open my Facebook, just looking for some new updates. But then, suddenly, I saw something. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random stuffs today.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, school again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for something.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see ATL again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm random.&lt;br /&gt;Fragile life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-5736480127978239211?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/5736480127978239211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=5736480127978239211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5736480127978239211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5736480127978239211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/01/unexpressed.html' title='Unexpressed.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-3771301350387486730</id><published>2012-01-27T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T20:57:48.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Going.</title><content type='html'>No matter what you do, no matter how many times you screw up and think to yourself "there's no point to carry on", no matter how many people tell you that you can't do it - keep going. Don't quit.&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit, because a month from now you will be that much closer to your goal than you are now.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you said tomorrow. Make today count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, just updated some of my albums on Picasa. Just check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-3771301350387486730?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/3771301350387486730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=3771301350387486730' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3771301350387486730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3771301350387486730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/01/keep-going.html' title='Keep Going.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-1598625363582406889</id><published>2012-01-23T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T17:56:29.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SSVxJw8-FSY" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, this made my sooooooooooooo shocked! I haven't seen Katy Perry's concert last night at SM Mall of Asia's concert ground. I saw this a while ago and I ended up watching this for about so many times. I wish I was Ivan. Hahahaha! I just couldn't stop. He is so lucky! :)&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/8084057782163697485-1598625363582406889?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/1598625363582406889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=1598625363582406889' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/1598625363582406889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/1598625363582406889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/01/whoa.html' title='Whoa!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SSVxJw8-FSY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-7648986481004800475</id><published>2012-01-23T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T00:15:09.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day To Remember.</title><content type='html'>Everything became tough these past few days. I will surely treasure the things that happened to me, especially the great ones. Yet although I got too pissed off when the days I've took the quarterly exam, I still felt relax because I had a lot of time to take a rest at home. And as time passed by, until it became Friday. It was our last day of exam. But take note, I absolutely no idea about the last two exams. Seriously. I think it's because I was a bit excited for our leadership training or maybe, I was just too lazy? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our exam. Yes! Party! Though I became a bit weird, I became silent. I guess I was just giving myself an energy. Lol. When Diane, Stephen and Renzo came back at school. We picked up our things to bring for the leadership training at Paenaan. *sigh* We rode on a jeep. When we were already in our place, the leadership training was started. My group was Green Vipers with Diane, Frances, Ferino, Kristian and our team leader was Marvin plus our group leader was Sir Kenneth. We've been through a lot of activities and trials. I will never forget the night that we had an activity, the time that we were blind folded and it was the first time. I was so scared yet I still didn't lose hope because I know, Green Vipers will do the best. Yes, we made it. Until the it was time to sleep.. I was with Kath and Ja inside the tent. I was the one who slept first. Lol. I was just so tired. Sorry. Haha! But unexpectedly, I woke up at 12 in the midnight. I heard some of my classmates voice who were still up and my teachers, after a few minutes, some of them already went inside their tent and something happened unexpectedly to my classmates, some of the boys. Scary one. Oh never mind. God bless us. Thank goodness, I tried to sleep at 2am and yes, I woke up at exactly 4am and it was the time to wake up. We had an exercise and we've seen the places that we had in our activity last night. There are a lot of happenings, a lot of challenges yet our group still had fun and enjoyed everything. We just want to have fun. Whatever happened, we were still happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f89Xn1VRMT4/Txw02royjjI/AAAAAAAAGCI/0pIvQT21uo4/s1600/403747_2597197289249_1234245630_32217333_453102718_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f89Xn1VRMT4/Txw02royjjI/AAAAAAAAGCI/0pIvQT21uo4/s200/403747_2597197289249_1234245630_32217333_453102718_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awarding time, so happy to know that we won the first place. Do you know exactly what we feel? Aw. Happy. Even though on some of our activities, one of our groupmates wouldn't be their because it was just for five members, we still had fun. I loved it. Congratulations, Green Vipers and to those other teams. Everyone gave their best. I will never ever forget this! Thank you so much. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is Sunday. I had so much fun yet I still feel so tired. My back hurts. I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight everyone! God bless! xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-7648986481004800475?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/7648986481004800475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=7648986481004800475' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7648986481004800475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7648986481004800475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-to-remember.html' title='A Day To Remember.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f89Xn1VRMT4/Txw02royjjI/AAAAAAAAGCI/0pIvQT21uo4/s72-c/403747_2597197289249_1234245630_32217333_453102718_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-2607945415389321924</id><published>2012-01-18T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:20:11.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01/18/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Today's the release of USTET results. I already checked mine. Just don't ask me. Got the 50-50 feelings. Happiness plus sadness. Omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-2607945415389321924?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/2607945415389321924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=2607945415389321924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2607945415389321924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2607945415389321924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/01/011812.html' title='01/18/12'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-5721531741137097106</id><published>2012-01-17T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T12:50:50.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aN9K6jLc3-Y/TxT8It9QaaI/AAAAAAAAGBI/UZ4PD6w4CNg/s1600/tumblr_lx5k2axMiV1qhzgapo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aN9K6jLc3-Y/TxT8It9QaaI/AAAAAAAAGBI/UZ4PD6w4CNg/s200/tumblr_lx5k2axMiV1qhzgapo1_500.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I.. I.. I.. am getting so depressed, disappointed, sad, tired and wasted starting last week. Today is the first day of our 3rd quarterly exam and it'll be until Friday. We will have a leadership training on Friday and seriously, I am so not excited. There are a lot of times that I felt so down. Knowing that I won't get what I wanted to have. Plus tomorrow, yeah, tomorrow will be the release of USTET results and I'm so freaking nervous! Once I didn't qualify, I won't be able to study there. Well, I'm not expecting too much though. I'm still hoping that I would pass. Pleeeeeeease. Wish me luck. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I guess I have to go now. Going to take a nap and later on, I will TRY to review my notes in English, Araling Panlipunan and TLE. Hoping tomorrow would be great. USTET results and tomorrow's my dad's birthday! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6d4cd96HoMA/TxT9beca5iI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/LwCthrX5kUw/s1600/tumblr_lxign7NYuW1qe52v7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6d4cd96HoMA/TxT9beca5iI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/LwCthrX5kUw/s400/tumblr_lxign7NYuW1qe52v7o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-5721531741137097106?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/5721531741137097106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=5721531741137097106' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5721531741137097106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5721531741137097106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/01/fine.html' title='Fine.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aN9K6jLc3-Y/TxT8It9QaaI/AAAAAAAAGBI/UZ4PD6w4CNg/s72-c/tumblr_lx5k2axMiV1qhzgapo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-8970586211224625043</id><published>2012-01-06T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T09:42:54.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Starting 2012 Good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTW0hKtqcUE/TxAUBsAiemI/AAAAAAAAGA0/SCKn0pZ1mdk/s1600/tumblr_lvk85tL1GX1qb8ikqo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTW0hKtqcUE/TxAUBsAiemI/AAAAAAAAGA0/SCKn0pZ1mdk/s400/tumblr_lvk85tL1GX1qb8ikqo1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is the first Friday of January and the very first Friday of this year 2012. It's been a week since the last time I've posted something here on my blog. Same old words, just kidding. Until now, I just couldn't imagine that as time passes by college life is already coming. Starting this month, I will really really really really treasure every single moment that I'm having with my classmates and teachers. I wish I could bring the time back. Back when I was just a grade school student, who cries only because I got 8/10, who cries when someone teased me, who laughs when one of my classmates unexpectedly bumped on the chair. Right now, I feel like somehow, every thing that happened to me when I was a grade school were just a childish thing and my life is just so simple and now I am already a graduating high school student, I've learned a lot of lessons. No regrets, just lessons learned. I've been more likely matured than I was before. Anyway, this month of January makes me thrilled. We will have our leadership training after our 3rd quarterly exam. Idk but I'm so stoked! Last things of being a high school student. Oh c'mon, memories! I must treasure every thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to have a great days ahead. I wish I could go tomorrow for the AA's fair! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-8970586211224625043?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/8970586211224625043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=8970586211224625043' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8970586211224625043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8970586211224625043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-starting-2012-good.html' title='I&apos;m Starting 2012 Good.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTW0hKtqcUE/TxAUBsAiemI/AAAAAAAAGA0/SCKn0pZ1mdk/s72-c/tumblr_lvk85tL1GX1qb8ikqo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-6692436804279857602</id><published>2011-12-29T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:44:13.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Normal Anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YyKzb0ovlBU/Tvr3nLs_94I/AAAAAAAAGAs/y-KAc3AV0xE/s1600/tumblr_lvpk3l56x51qbjxgro1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YyKzb0ovlBU/Tvr3nLs_94I/AAAAAAAAGAs/y-KAc3AV0xE/s320/tumblr_lvpk3l56x51qbjxgro1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something made me feel worst yesterday. I had fun yet something bothers me a lot. I don't know why I did that and I don't know why I allowed that person to do that not-so-good thing. I went home so depressed. I&amp;nbsp;overthink. I though everything would be alright. I'm wrong. This makes me a real person. I could be facing these real challenges in my life but after all of these things, I'm hoping that someday I could be happy and find something that could really make everyone proud of me. Normal life. Happy and contented, that is just what I really wanted. Can you feel it? I'm still breathing after all the worst things that happened to me these past few days, weeks, months, years. Thanks for making me feel like a roller coaster. Has a high place yet goes down unexpectedly. There are some things that are better off unknown. No disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is just a normal day. Off to somewhere for our Christmas party. A bit excited yet a bit sleepy, I just want to stay at home and feel the presence of my pillow, tv, PSP, food and go to bed and sleep. Heehehe. Jk. Hoping to have a nice party later. Going to see them! Yay! :) xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-6692436804279857602?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/6692436804279857602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=6692436804279857602' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6692436804279857602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6692436804279857602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-normal-anyway.html' title='What Is Normal Anyway?'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YyKzb0ovlBU/Tvr3nLs_94I/AAAAAAAAGAs/y-KAc3AV0xE/s72-c/tumblr_lvpk3l56x51qbjxgro1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-2050516523951370528</id><published>2011-12-27T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:25:35.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake Up Christmas 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been a week since the last time I've posted something here on my blog. Great thing,&amp;nbsp;I had fun these past few days. I will never forget every single thing that I had before 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December 24, Christmas Eve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had dinner at Coronado Motors with my relatives. So glad to see my cousin Alyza again and her siblings plus tita and tito. It's been a year that last time I saw her. Yes, a bit shocked yet made me smile when I saw Macy and her family. I miss her so much. Had bonding with them. We drank wine. (I missed it already.) Seriously, I do really enjoyed it. The first time I celebrated Christmas eve with my classmate! Yay! So we went home and slept at exactly 2am. Cool bro. Happyyyyyyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 25&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you so much, Jesus! Happy birthday. I love you so much! ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-op7n13SFipc/Tvm5-Qj3IcI/AAAAAAAAF_Q/M-i8TMNUtOE/s1600/GEDC0744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-op7n13SFipc/Tvm5-Qj3IcI/AAAAAAAAF_Q/M-i8TMNUtOE/s200/GEDC0744.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just celebrated Christmas and wow, I just can't get over until now. I had so much fun. It was much awesome than my last year's Christmas. Although I didn't receive a lot of gifts and money, I was still happy and I enjoyed a lot. So happy to be with my loved ones that day. Time passed by so fast and I celebrated His birthday great. That would be unforgettable and I cherished everything that I had. Thanks to the people who really made my day so special! I wouldn't have an awesome Christmas without you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to upload our pictures last December 24 &amp;amp; 25 on my Picasa web albums. Just check it out! xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. I MISS YOU. :'(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-2050516523951370528?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/2050516523951370528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=2050516523951370528' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2050516523951370528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2050516523951370528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/12/shake-up-christmas-2011.html' title='Shake Up Christmas 2011!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-op7n13SFipc/Tvm5-Qj3IcI/AAAAAAAAF_Q/M-i8TMNUtOE/s72-c/GEDC0744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-1131777342362697111</id><published>2011-12-18T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:30:27.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pY9b6jgbNyc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Idk but Coldplay made this for me. Jk. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-1131777342362697111?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/1131777342362697111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=1131777342362697111' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/1131777342362697111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/1131777342362697111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/12/tears.html' title='Tears.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pY9b6jgbNyc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-493191319891682505</id><published>2011-12-18T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T18:45:24.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Honestly, I'm not sure if I should just keep holding on or let go. It's stupid to hold on to something that just keeps hurting you, but it's also stupid to let go of everything you've ever wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-493191319891682505?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/493191319891682505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/493191319891682505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/12/honestly-im-not-sure-if-i-should-just.html' title='This.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-8160227269945464438</id><published>2011-12-16T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:39:15.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worthy To Say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I will never forget December 16, 2011. I had a lot of treasured moments and seriously, everything was great.&lt;/b&gt; I didn't expect that it would be greater than I've expected. I'm so happy. Awesome last day at school this year 2011. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up too early. Prepared my clothes, my gift and everything that I would bring for our Christmas party. Almost sent a lot of messages to my classmates asking if they were already at school. Haha! My hobby, jk. Before I went there, thank goodness, I already received my contact lenses. Yay me! On time delivery! So after that I finally went to school. At first, I felt the most awkward moment and yes, thanks to my friends who gave me confidence (a little). But after how many hours, I'm doing good. Not awkward and I really enjoyed our bonding moments. &lt;u&gt;Lasagna, chicken, pizza, omg those foods! So full.&lt;/u&gt; Time flies so fast. I know that it was our last Christmas celebration in our school.&lt;b&gt; Definitely, I just made the best one.&lt;/b&gt; ♥ Thank you so much to my classmates who gave me gifts. I do really liked it! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Especially the one and only person who gave me chocolates and earrings. I'll keep these things forever. Thank you! xx&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures taken lately in our Christmas party will be uploaded and posted soon. Going to copy it with my classmates who brought their cameras. Take care! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-8160227269945464438?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/8160227269945464438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=8160227269945464438' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8160227269945464438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8160227269945464438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/12/worthy-to-say.html' title='Worthy To Say.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-3903192107899208592</id><published>2011-12-13T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:31:43.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Control.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"&gt;YOU WILL ALWAYS AND FOREVER BE PERFECT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;GTH. DIE. ☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks a lot for making my day like a sht. I thought it would be great but then I'm absolutely wrong. I'm fckng oh so dreaming that Jack Barakat would be here and make me so happy. Dreams do come true, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Same sht, different day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust, Gluttony,&amp;nbsp;Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy,&amp;nbsp;Pride - The seven deadly sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just saying.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-3903192107899208592?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/3903192107899208592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=3903192107899208592' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3903192107899208592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3903192107899208592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-will-always-and-forever-be-perfect.html' title='Lost Control.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-5315485079100072030</id><published>2011-12-12T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T18:43:02.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipped Away.</title><content type='html'>Another normal day for me. I am not happy and I am not sad. The whole day, I asked myself, &lt;i&gt;"Why do I always feel so&amp;nbsp;unimportant&amp;nbsp;to the people I used to think and feel that they are important to me?"&lt;/i&gt; I was a bit upset lately. I feel like I should be crying or screaming but I can't. I just go silent and don't talk a lot. I think I should sit there and think. Think about some happy thoughts? Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, our first subject was English. We had our lesson about work. After a few minutes, she asked us if we could tell her some advice to everyone who is a bit disappointed and lost his/her satisfaction about his/her work. Some of my classmates participated and then our teacher unexpectedly asked me the same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ms. Elma:&lt;/b&gt; Camille, can you give me an advice if ever I will lose hope and if ever I won't be&amp;nbsp;satisfied&amp;nbsp;enough about my work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;Uhm yes. You should cherish every single moment that you are doing in your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ms. Elma:&lt;/b&gt; Wow, deep words! Cherish every single moment. What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Classmates:&lt;/b&gt; Wow Camille! Deep words pala! *laughed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; *laughed a bit* You shouldn't over think a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ms. Elma: &lt;/b&gt;Wow! That's great. I really like your advice. Over thinking is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Classmates:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, Camille!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; *sigh* Mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit shocked because our teacher liked my advice. I participated great. But then I talked to my seatmate and told him that,&lt;i&gt; "I was happy that she liked my advice. But I guess I couldn't do the same way. I mean, I can't cherish every thing I had right now and I know that I over think a lot."&lt;/i&gt; Seriously, it made me happy for a minute yet I realized that I was good in giving an advice to others but not for myself. Everything seems to be the opposite part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a day. There are so many happenings and I wish I could be happy like I was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are my blog posts too emotional? Sorry guys. I'm just sharing my experiences. Although sometimes I tend to be sad, I hope some of you would pray for me. I want to live my life to the fullest. Yet I'm just disappointed about everything around me. Like what Selena Gomez's song said, "It's all the dreams that never came true because you're too damn scared to try."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-5315485079100072030?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/5315485079100072030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=5315485079100072030' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5315485079100072030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5315485079100072030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/12/slipped-away.html' title='Slipped Away.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-6129216896472538249</id><published>2011-12-09T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T18:55:01.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Grace.</title><content type='html'>Yes, thank God it's Friday. I wish I could hang out with my friends tonight yet I have no enough money, no time, I'm tired and the weather is not good. I guess I should just think about some happy thoughts, reminisce and take a rest just to make sure that I would be okay for the next days. My back hurts all the time and sometimes I tend to think if my eyes will end up blind sooner or later. I want to stay at home but I don't want to be bored. Last few weeks and we'll meet 2012. New year and I've been feeling something that time will pass by quickly and boom! Goodbye high school life? Hello college? Oh my. I'm a bit scared though. I hope everything would be alright starting this December. Sorry for thinking a lot and a lot and a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today made me feel so good. Although I don't have enough time to sleep, I still went to my school so jolly and great thing everything went well. I will never forget what happened lately when it was our Math club time. Had an awesome lunch time with my classmates. Chicken fillet with rice and later on we ate pizza! I do really enjoyed it. Got a&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;gift from Cheska. I really appreciated it. So cute and I liked it. As time passed by, I went home with a huge smile. Diane was the one who made me so happy. Thank you! x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know sometimes I got happy or even sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old me. The one that smiled and didn't question it. The one who wasn't constantly tormented by regrets. The carefree one who didn't&amp;nbsp;over think&amp;nbsp;people's actions and wonder if they had any ulterior motives. I just want to be happy again. Happiness.. please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-6129216896472538249?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/6129216896472538249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=6129216896472538249' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6129216896472538249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6129216896472538249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/12/saving-grace.html' title='Saving Grace.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-9012249629096440826</id><published>2011-12-07T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T11:20:06.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Wrong With Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why am I pissed off? Why am I over reacting? Why am I feeling so shitty? Why is everything and everyone pissing me off? Even if they say one little thing that doesn’t even have an affect upon me. I feel so whatever. After all the things that happened to me when I started to be a high school student, you guys&amp;nbsp;made me feel like this. All cause of your or my actions, you don’t even need to say one word. You can just use actions and you’ll still bring me down. Thanks, thanks a lot. Like, a lot a lot. I really appreciate it. Hoping that you would know that I'm tired of living this hell life. Nobody listens to me so I just don't talk. I don't know but I feel that I'm rumored about something that I didn't do. Some people judge me before they even know me better. That's why sometimes I feel like I'm better off alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ErP4hxPY_c/Tt9wV7THsSI/AAAAAAAAFow/DI730CYD2Z4/s1600/ugh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="64" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ErP4hxPY_c/Tt9wV7THsSI/AAAAAAAAFow/DI730CYD2Z4/s320/ugh.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not good at expressing my feelings, so I keep everything bottled inside. Half the time, I want to tell someone what I'm feeling, but I don't even know how to describe it. So I stay quiet.&amp;nbsp;I just keep my feelings to myself because I know it's hard for someone else to understand me. God will be the only one who will really understand me, appreciate every single thing that I'm doing and love me for who I am. I guess I shouldn't let others influence my thoughts. This isn't good. Can someone please help me? Help me focus on the right side, the positive side, the bright side. I don't want to feel the pain in my chest whenever I see or hear something that do really breaks my heart a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Camille, I SEE YOUR FAKE SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because believe me, darling. I know that smile. I know what it feels like to reply, "I'm good." when someone else asks you how you are. But not because you are good, because you're just so used to saying it, that you don't even think about it anymore. You don't even realize the question that's being asked. Your response is just so rehearsed, that it comes out with no effort. Just like that beautiful smile, darling. It breaks your hear to lie to those you love. It's so hard to tell them everything is perfectly fine. But it's even harder to tell them the truth. You don't want to be in such a vulnerable state. You can't handle that kind of pity. But you gotta believe me when I tell you, darling, you're not alone. I'm here for you. I understand that reflection you see every night. The one you don't even recognize anymore. That same smile that you've been wearing for years to fool everyone into thinking you're fine, has finally fooled you. Just for that split second, when you look in the mirror and see that stranger smiling back at you, you believe it. You actually think you just might be happy. But memories come back. You're not okay. You're not happy. You're dying from the inside out, and nobody even bothers to notice. You feel like you're alone and everyone has given up on your hand. I'm rubbing your back as you cry on my shoulder. Even if you can't see me or hear me, I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere. Because I know what it feels like to want to just throw it all away and say, "fuck it." I know what it feels like to think, "I'm not worth it. Nobody cares about me and everyone leaves. So it's my turn. I'm going to be the one to leave this time and leave them hurting and alone." But darling, you are so incredibly worth it. Your life matters to me. Even if we've never talked or if I don't even know your name. I'm here for you. And I care about you. I don't want you to go anywhere. Maybe I'm your best friend, maybe I'm your mother, maybe I'm your brother or your father. I care about you. I don't want you to go anywhere. I know it's tough darling, but hang in there. Do it for me. Do it for everyone who's ever told you they loved you. I'm so sorry you have to wear this fake smile every day, but stay strong darling. Stay strong and hold on to the mystery of tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to live my life to the fullest. Live like there's no tomorrow.That's what my true friends told me. I'll pray a lot because I know God will understand me, I love Him so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-9012249629096440826?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/9012249629096440826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=9012249629096440826' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/9012249629096440826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/9012249629096440826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/12/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong With Me?'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ErP4hxPY_c/Tt9wV7THsSI/AAAAAAAAFow/DI730CYD2Z4/s72-c/ugh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-2320994193611365041</id><published>2011-12-05T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T17:52:14.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Infinity And Beyond! ∞</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ME7Vu4dd2Ns/Tty8TynKASI/AAAAAAAAFoo/85YVcefcVz4/s1600/Please..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ME7Vu4dd2Ns/Tty8TynKASI/AAAAAAAAFoo/85YVcefcVz4/s320/Please..jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I hope you're reading my blog right now. I just wanted to tell you that I really, really, really love you. I've never been into this before, this feeling, it makes me go crazy yet so glad and I'm so thankful that I have you. We're going to wait for the right time. I know we're not in a hurry because God has plans for us. Just stay close, don't go. Although there are some trials and problems for us we can still do the best thing and the right thing. I do really have faith. Life goes on. No matter what happens, please don't leave me all alone. You told me that worrying won't do something good. Thanks. You're always here to support and make me feel so happy. I hope you're feeling the same way. I hope you're good. I hope everything would be fine. This blog post is once in a&amp;nbsp;blue moon and I hope you would appreciate this. I couldn't tell you these stuffs personally but I hope you would value everything that I'd say here. Things get better through whatever. Just be who you are. Promise is a promise. You told me that you're different. Prove it. Don't worry, I will do the same way. I'll do everything to make you happy. I'll do good things to make everything alright. Seems like we're doing great. Stay. As of now, you will be my awesome best-est friend. I will always and forever love you, infinitely. You and my true friends will always be there for me. And I will always be here for you.. all of you. Thank you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;∞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-2320994193611365041?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/2320994193611365041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=2320994193611365041' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2320994193611365041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2320994193611365041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-infinity-beyond.html' title='To Infinity And Beyond! ∞'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ME7Vu4dd2Ns/Tty8TynKASI/AAAAAAAAFoo/85YVcefcVz4/s72-c/Please..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-3921168881313206394</id><published>2011-12-01T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T18:33:43.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Direction To Happiness.</title><content type='html'>Hi December, today is the first day of the month and I hope these coming days would be great and awesome. I am not expecting a lot neither preparing for something. I just want to have a nice days ahead with my family and friends. I know exactly what will happen if ever I will do something unusual because maybe the people around me won't understand me at all. Always calm down, Camille. Life goes on, just go with the flow. Thanks to my friends who didn't leave me alone. You guys know who you are. I'm so thankful, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorsh, it's been a year! Guys, I still know you. Heehee. Last December 1, 2010 was my operation. Remember? Oh c'mon. I had a neurosurgery with the best neurosurgeon. I'm so blessed. See? I'm still alive. God gave me this second life because He knows that I still have goals for my life. I have a purpose here on Earth. Thank you so much God! I will do my best for you, for my loved ones and for myself. Strive hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, guys! :) Smile. Haters gonna hate, jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! I've already posted the pictures! Check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/camillecoronado"&gt;Camille Coronado's Picasa Web Albums.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;New albums from my mom's birthday and our family day. Thanks! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-3921168881313206394?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/3921168881313206394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=3921168881313206394' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3921168881313206394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3921168881313206394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-direction-to-happiness.html' title='One Direction To Happiness.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-7568157693280989668</id><published>2011-11-30T13:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T17:04:07.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>Idk but I guess I'm going to end up my day really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I slept lately at exactly 2am. Suddenly I dreamed about something that I do really know that it won't happen to me. I got too sad whenever I wake up because I always think about what happened last night. Someone just made me pissed off and made me overthink again. I woke up 10 in the morning. I've checked my phone and gosh, 15 unread messages. Sorry guys! I woke up late. Heehee. No classes today because today's holiday. I had my breakfast and unexpectedly, someone came here. We talked about our activity that we'll do tomorrow and the next days. Oh wish us luck. I don't know what to do but good thing, I already have some things to bring for tomorrow. Yay me! Achievement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Btw, last November 27, we had our Family Day. Not so good, not so bad. Just a normal day for me. Thanks to my friends who didn't let me feel sad. Heehee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;P.S. I won't forgot that day. The day that it was near to my last life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Oh however, things got whatever. Everything, everyone made my day rough. Pissed off forever and I will absolutely curse those stupid ppl. :( Am I too mean? No, not me but them. :( I'm starting my days again bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please, November didn't turn out so great but I hope this coming December will be awesome and the best. Please. This is just what I really want. Please! xx&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-7568157693280989668?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/7568157693280989668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=7568157693280989668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7568157693280989668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7568157693280989668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/11/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-7450923824318809288</id><published>2011-11-25T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:59:58.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like An Astronaut.</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up and I was a bit lazy to get up. Seriously, we only had our general practice for our Family Day on Sunday. Nothing's new yet we have to enjoy our upcoming school activity. Our general practice was good. We, seniors were the last students to perform. I think. Heehee. Indeed. It'll be our last celebration for our Family Day.&lt;i&gt; Go Seniors!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our general practice, me and my classmates went to McDo and had our lunch. A bit awkward for me yet I had fun. We also checked our shirts for our Family Day and wow, those shirts were cool. I would rather love our purple shirt than the last year's jsadgha shirt. Then after that, we stayed at Kath's crib. Had fun though. I went home at exactly 5pm. Thank you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S. I'm hoping that this coming Sunday would be memorable. I'm not expecting a lot from it. Time flies so fast. I had a good experience last year and I hope this would be better and awesome! xx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home an hour ago. I was shocked, my best friend Margareth came out on my mind. I miss her so much. That's why I decided to call her up on the phone. She just made me happy again. I wish I could teleport beside her now. Y AM I SO SWEET? Jk.&amp;nbsp;Btw, I've read my book again. Today's my 19th day of reading it. But I couldn't stop reminding myself about this chapter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 16: What Matters Most&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;THE BEST TIME TO LOVE IS NOW&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why is now the best time to express love? Because you don't know how long you will have the opportunity. Circumstances change. People die. Children grow up. You have no guarantee of tomorrow. If you want to express love, you had better do it now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Knowing that one day you will stand before God, here are some questions you need to consider: How will you explain those times when projects or things were more important to you than people? Who do you need to start spending more time with? What do you need to cut out of your schedule to make that possible? What sacrifices do you need to make?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The best use of life is love. The best expression of love is time. The best time to love is now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-7450923824318809288?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/7450923824318809288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=7450923824318809288' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7450923824318809288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7450923824318809288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/11/like-astronaut.html' title='Like An Astronaut.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-1009904684221320147</id><published>2011-11-24T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T18:36:27.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Breathing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txjfDcKcVzs/Ts4bCTARvAI/AAAAAAAAFdM/JzClD637MJ0/s1600/tumblr_luwroeq1Lo1qasfhmo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="117" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txjfDcKcVzs/Ts4bCTARvAI/AAAAAAAAFdM/JzClD637MJ0/s200/tumblr_luwroeq1Lo1qasfhmo1_500.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, today was just a normal day again for me. Not happy, not sad. I don't know what's happening to me. I can't understand myself like everyone who doesn't really understand me at all. How I really wish everyone has sympathy for me. Just kidding. I'm just dreaming for nothing. I thought someone would understand me yet I'm perfectly wrong. I've entered the world of pain and grief and I don't know why I'm carrying burden. Most of the time I just want to sleep because it helps me not to think about every single problem that I have. Why do I always feel like I'm ready to die? I'm dying. I'm dying. I'm dying. I'm dying. Can someone please be with me? Will you value everything that I'm doing? Oh well. Life goes on. I'll just go with the flow. Thanks to myself who didn't leave me alone. Heehee. Tomorrow is another normal day for me. Please be good. Hoping everything would be fine, please! xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive side to negative side to positive side to negative side, whatever. *sigh* I'm tired of everything.&amp;nbsp;Time's racing, I got to find my way out. I'm hopeless but hoping. It's hard to be like this but I'm doing all I can. I'm just standing here all alone. Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-1009904684221320147?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/1009904684221320147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=1009904684221320147' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/1009904684221320147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/1009904684221320147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-still-breathing.html' title='I&apos;m Still Breathing.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txjfDcKcVzs/Ts4bCTARvAI/AAAAAAAAFdM/JzClD637MJ0/s72-c/tumblr_luwroeq1Lo1qasfhmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-3838969745687983578</id><published>2011-11-21T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:23:19.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog Speaks For Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QDlZ-LiVp-w/TsosekAtizI/AAAAAAAAFdE/vm0YHi0jxt8/s1600/life.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QDlZ-LiVp-w/TsosekAtizI/AAAAAAAAFdE/vm0YHi0jxt8/s320/life.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ugh, why is this happening? I don't fckn know what's happening to those people who never understand me at all. I'm tired of living my everyday life thinking about what will happen next. Is it good or is it bad? Starting last school year, I always&amp;nbsp;over think. I'm thinking what should I do, thinking of what would they do to me, thinking of what others might think about me or thinking what would happen later, tomorrow, the next day. *sigh* I just couldn't understand them, or maybe myself? Sorry for being too dramatic.I'm just telling the truth. This is me. This is what I feel. &lt;i&gt;Have you ever understand me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I woke up in the morning. Prayed. Wishing that time would stop yet I know it won't happen. I started my weekdays so stupid. I've been too pessimistic. What else? I just wanna end up my life. How cruel. Took a bath and seriously, I was over thinking again. Deciding which one should I do or not. I feel I just lost something that will never be with me again. Plus, I asked myself, &lt;i&gt;"Can I go absent, please?"&lt;/i&gt; As time passed by so fast and my service arrived, I went to school and started to think again. My mind was full of shit today. I entered the room quietly and began to observe, think and.. just read my notes. I was forcing myself not to cry due to a lot of trials that I'm encountering and due to some things I've seen. Even though sometimes I smile, I still feel so alone and deep inside I fall apart. I hate how insensitive other people could be. That's why I tend to believe in myself that I will never be happy. The whole day made me so disappointed and depressed. Thinking about those worthless things. I just came home so lonely. Is this what I feel everytime? I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NKwKXUC0kSg/Tsoscznqn5I/AAAAAAAAFc8/YhA3J7YCaa4/s1600/ah.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NKwKXUC0kSg/Tsoscznqn5I/AAAAAAAAFc8/YhA3J7YCaa4/s320/ah.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another thing is, something made me so confused. Someone told me that, "Sus, kaya ka tuloy ginaganito kasi may boyfriend ka." It made me think a lot. I don't have any boyfriend. I promised myself that I'm still young to have it. I must study first and do good things for my future. Isn't it great that I have a best friend, a guy one? I know, people these days tend to have a boyfriend or a girlfriend. But I'm not like them. I have a lot of friends. It can be a girl or a boy. I still know what should be our limitations. I hate it when people misunderstand everything that they see. Let's face it, "Maraming namamatay sa maling akala." If only it would happen easily, I think it will. People around me judge me, they don't know me at all. I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of yelling. I'm tired of being sad. I'm tired of pretending. I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of being angry. I'm tired of feeling crazy. I'm tired of feeling stuck. I'm tired of needing help. I'm tired of remembering. I'm tired of missing things. I'm tired of being different. I'm tired of missing people. I'm tired of feeling worthless. I'm tired of feeling empty inside. I'm tired of not being able to just let go. I'm tired of wishing I could start all over. I'm tired of dreaming of a life I will never have. &lt;b&gt;But most of all, I'm just tired of being tired.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I almost forgot, I must read "The Purpose Driven Life" book later. It's been days since the last time I've read it. This isn't good. I should read that book once a day, that's for 40 days.&amp;nbsp;Let go, Let God. I know you got this, so I am entrusting everything to you. Amen. ✞&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-3838969745687983578?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/3838969745687983578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=3838969745687983578' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3838969745687983578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3838969745687983578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-blog-speaks-for-me.html' title='My Blog Speaks For Me.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QDlZ-LiVp-w/TsosekAtizI/AAAAAAAAFdE/vm0YHi0jxt8/s72-c/life.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-4010944287250883519</id><published>2011-11-18T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T19:49:54.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Quite Know How I Feel.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I had an awesome and unforgettable experience in my Career Exploration Program (CEP) at ADH. Like what I've said last time, I will be able to observe the things about Medical Technology and Pharmacy. I started yesterday (Nov. 17), I came to the hospital at exactly 8.00am and I waited for my Tita. After a few minutes, we've met and she introduced me (although most of the ppl there already knew me). She took me in the laboratory and I observed. I was a bit curious about the things that they were doing so I asked a lot of questions. I didn't waste time and I kept on observing on how do they work out about those stuffs for Medical Technology. Then the next day, today (Nov. 18), second and last day of CEP, I observed about the medicines, etc. It was all about Pharmacy. I wasn't shocked when I heard that taking up the course of Pharmacy is hard. Memorizing stuffs, memorizing everything. I enjoyed though. So happy that I met those people who helped me, they gave me ideas. Thank you! xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here are some of our pictures!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, November 17.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cjv0xqy8H8/TsYt5W7ksGI/AAAAAAAAFcU/jT6BBdsG26M/s1600/SDC18924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cjv0xqy8H8/TsYt5W7ksGI/AAAAAAAAFcU/jT6BBdsG26M/s200/SDC18924.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BFlc2-FrWhE/TsYtzgA5S6I/AAAAAAAAFcI/okYMhuuh2Uc/s1600/SDC18920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BFlc2-FrWhE/TsYtzgA5S6I/AAAAAAAAFcI/okYMhuuh2Uc/s200/SDC18920.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, November 18.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBusiv74bSA/TsYt68AVThI/AAAAAAAAFcY/PKjooxxZe40/s1600/SDC18944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBusiv74bSA/TsYt68AVThI/AAAAAAAAFcY/PKjooxxZe40/s200/SDC18944.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SW0sJY_IbgA/TsYuHOzLEfI/AAAAAAAAFcs/wASAiSxt63g/s1600/SDC18950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SW0sJY_IbgA/TsYuHOzLEfI/AAAAAAAAFcs/wASAiSxt63g/s200/SDC18950.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time I did those stuffs by myself. I was all alone but I had so much fun! I learned a lot though it was just for two days. Everything was worth it. I must keep those things on my mind as an ideas for my upcoming college life. I'm a bit excited yet nervous. I can do this. Wish me luck guys! This is for my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change topic.&lt;br /&gt;Well, but after all, something and someone just made me pissed off. Let the karma do its awesome job. I think people will always bring you down. I know, nobody listens to me that's why I don't talk. I just share my thoughts and everything here on my blog. They understand me. Thanks, I'm free. Just here?! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;I like being alone, but I hate the feeling of being lonely.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;When you’re alone, you have time for yourself. Your thoughts finally catch up to you. You set your mind on things and everything is just clearer. Nothing’s bothering you and everything just feels right for once.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;When you feel lonely, you feel as if no one’s there for you. It feels like no one understands you or is willing to listen. It feels like you’re screaming in a crowded room, but yet not one person looks up.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you so much best, Margareth Garcia! &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt; I hope you would read this. We must stay strong. I will always and forever be here for you, no matter what. &amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-4010944287250883519?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/4010944287250883519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=4010944287250883519' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/4010944287250883519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/4010944287250883519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-dont-quite-know-how-i-feel.html' title='I Don&apos;t Quite Know How I Feel.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cjv0xqy8H8/TsYt5W7ksGI/AAAAAAAAFcU/jT6BBdsG26M/s72-c/SDC18924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-3500739036166534088</id><published>2011-11-16T18:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:56:48.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0VW5R5xGYc0/TsOTwNqsmWI/AAAAAAAAFbk/Ntg2SGHA-Vw/s1600/tumblr_luowku5q2O1qb6t6wo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0VW5R5xGYc0/TsOTwNqsmWI/AAAAAAAAFbk/Ntg2SGHA-Vw/s640/tumblr_luowku5q2O1qb6t6wo1_400.jpg" width="412" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I guess most of my Tumblr friends know what's going on. Jk. Those ppl make me feel happy whenever they feel the same way as I do. I'm planning to blog some of my reblogged or liked posts on Tumblr. This is so great. Credits: &lt;a href="http://tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; ppl. I wish I could meet them. They are awesome, like me. Heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-3500739036166534088?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/3500739036166534088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=3500739036166534088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3500739036166534088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3500739036166534088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-well.html' title='Oh Well..'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0VW5R5xGYc0/TsOTwNqsmWI/AAAAAAAAFbk/Ntg2SGHA-Vw/s72-c/tumblr_luowku5q2O1qb6t6wo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-8088241649218924165</id><published>2011-11-16T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:22:28.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Strong.</title><content type='html'>Camille, your mouth is smiling but your eyes look all sad. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's like you have to be strong for everyone else but they forgot to ask if you are okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Tuesday and today, Wednesday, I went to school. Do some school stuffs. Learn. Chitchat with my classmates. Break time. I'm doing the same old routine everyday and I'm so tired. I just want to be more productive starting tomorrow. Hehehe. I couldn't stop realizing things that I wish I did and I wish I didn't. Wait. Have you ever noticed that the more special you treat someone, the more that someone takes you for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5NiTiu9CrI/TsONntqfB4I/AAAAAAAAFbc/HdMrvHNgyGo/s1600/tumblr_ltsp25YIc81qf9mevo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5NiTiu9CrI/TsONntqfB4I/AAAAAAAAFbc/HdMrvHNgyGo/s320/tumblr_ltsp25YIc81qf9mevo1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is it. Tomorrow will be the start of my Career Exploration Program (CEP) at Antipolo Doctors Hospital. I'm excited yet I'm a bit nervous because I'm the only student who will be there to observe things especially about my course/s. I don't know what will I do tomorrow. Wish me luck though. That will be the first time and I hope it would be nice and memorable. ∞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, please please.. wish me luck. Hoping for a great experience! Heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-8088241649218924165?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/8088241649218924165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=8088241649218924165' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8088241649218924165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8088241649218924165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/11/stay-strong.html' title='Stay Strong.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5NiTiu9CrI/TsONntqfB4I/AAAAAAAAFbc/HdMrvHNgyGo/s72-c/tumblr_ltsp25YIc81qf9mevo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total><georss:featurename>Antipolo City, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>14.5833333 121.1666667</georss:point><georss:box>14.3374623 120.8508097 14.829204299999999 121.48252369999999</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-8361179101188757810</id><published>2011-11-11T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T19:02:45.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.11.11 = HOPE.</title><content type='html'>Time flies so fast and yes, today is already 11.11.11. It's been a year that I've waited for this day. This is what I really love. HOPE = 11.11, I started wishing and hoping since last, last year and it didn't make me sad. Although some of my wishes and hopes didn't appear, I'm still happy. Today, I hope that everything would be okay, not just today but my whole life. I just wanted to be happy and contented with it. God tests me on some of the things I don't expect yet I know I can do it. Even though sometimes I thought that I couldn't do these challenges, I still faced it. I will face every trials that God will give me. I HOPE. (11.11) This made me stronger. I'm hoping for a great life ahead. This is a once in a lifetime date like what I did last 8.8.8. So lucky! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was okay. I'm still worried about my best friend's condition right now. :/ Get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7crWae9qkg/Tr0AfzYxhcI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/wjUUU4uPkpQ/s1600/tumblr_lsut6vvDfg1qb8ikqo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7crWae9qkg/Tr0AfzYxhcI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/wjUUU4uPkpQ/s320/tumblr_lsut6vvDfg1qb8ikqo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Got this from Tumblr. The first latest reblogged picture when I opened my account. Heehee. This is right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-8361179101188757810?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/8361179101188757810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=8361179101188757810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8361179101188757810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8361179101188757810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111-hope.html' title='11.11.11 = HOPE.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7crWae9qkg/Tr0AfzYxhcI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/wjUUU4uPkpQ/s72-c/tumblr_lsut6vvDfg1qb8ikqo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-8552113917519485110</id><published>2011-11-05T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T18:31:15.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHrOakfktR0/TrUPFLp20_I/AAAAAAAAFa8/woYeIH0_ETY/s1600/tumblr_ltygl1Lt881qaha1go1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHrOakfktR0/TrUPFLp20_I/AAAAAAAAFa8/woYeIH0_ETY/s400/tumblr_ltygl1Lt881qaha1go1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-8552113917519485110?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/8552113917519485110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=8552113917519485110' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8552113917519485110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8552113917519485110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/11/well.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHrOakfktR0/TrUPFLp20_I/AAAAAAAAFa8/woYeIH0_ETY/s72-c/tumblr_ltygl1Lt881qaha1go1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-7258343013682339383</id><published>2011-11-01T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:13:17.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Chapter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;[x] January [x] February [x] March [x] April [x] May&amp;nbsp;[x] June&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;[x] July [x] August [x] September [x] October [ ] November [ ] December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/1/11, HELLO NOVEMBER! Please be good, please, please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank goodness, internet connection is back! PLDT just made me like a whoa! Today's the 1st day of November and I wish I could do whatever I want. Unfortunately, I unexpectedly don't know what to do right now because I decided for something and I guess it'll lead to my disappointment. I hate this thing. I just want to see them because it's been a long time since we had our last&amp;nbsp;bonding. Psh,&amp;nbsp;over thinking. I WANT TO SEE THEM, NOW!!! TELEPORT CAMILLE, TELEPORT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I almost forgot, last Sunday was my birthday, October 30. I slept for only 2 1/2 hours and afterward, I just fixed myself and my things because that day was our USTET. I was a bit nervous and I hope that I would pass the examination. Btw, when I already enter my room no. 415 at Albertus Magnus Bldg. all of them were so quiet and when someone came inside, she smiled at me and later, we talked. She's a nice person. Yes, I have a new friend and that made me happy. And we're the same, we're both 1/4&amp;nbsp;Chinese&amp;nbsp;but I guess, she looks like a really&amp;nbsp;Chinese&amp;nbsp;girl than me. Hahaha! Nice to meet you, Kat! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT I JUST HAD A SIMPLE AND NICE BIRTHDAY. Thank you so much to the ppl who made my happy and to the ppl who really showed their love for me as well as their gifts. Love &amp;gt; gifts. THANK YOU SO MUCH! xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NOVEMBER 1, PLEASE START MY MONTH OF NOVEMBER GREAT. I'M SERIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-7258343013682339383?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/7258343013682339383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=7258343013682339383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7258343013682339383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7258343013682339383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-another-chapter.html' title='Just Another Chapter.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-671323181013571772</id><published>2011-10-21T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T21:02:54.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Treasure everything."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I got this from Tumblr few years ago. I&amp;nbsp;couldn't&amp;nbsp;stop reading this whenever I see this from my documents. I guess this could be a true story.. well, or not, but I still like it. Someone just made me too inspired, thanks.. whoever you are.&amp;nbsp;∞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Tina are sitting in the park doing nothing, but just gazing into the sky, while all their friends are having fun with their beloved half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina: &lt;/b&gt;I'm so bored. Just wish I have a boyfriend now to spend time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mark: &lt;/b&gt;I guess we're the only leftovers. We're the only person who isn't with a date now.&lt;br /&gt;(Both *sigh* in silence for a while.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina: &lt;/b&gt;I think I have a good idea. Let's play a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mark:&lt;/b&gt; Eh? What game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina:&lt;/b&gt; It's quite simple. You'll be my boyfriend for 100 days and I'll be your girlfriend for 100 days. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mark:&lt;/b&gt; Okay. Anyway, I don't have any plans for the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina: &lt;/b&gt;You sound like you aren't looking forward to it at all. Cheer up! Today will be our first day and our first date. Where should we go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mark: &lt;/b&gt;What about a movie? I heard than there is a really great movie in the theater now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina:&lt;/b&gt; Seems like I don't have any better idea than this. Let's move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Tina went to a concert together and Mark bought Tina a keychain with a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went shopping together for friend's birthday present. Shared an ice cream together and hugged each other for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 7:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark drove Tina up onto a mountain and they watch the sunset together. When the night came and the moon glowed, they sat on the grass gazing at the stars together. A meteor passed by. Tina mumbled something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 25:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent time at a theme park and got onto&amp;nbsp;roller coasters&amp;nbsp;and ate hotdogs and cotton candy. Mark and Tina got in the haunted house and Tina grabbed someone's hand instead of Mark's hand by accident. They laughed together for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 67:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drove pass a circus and decided to get in to watch the show. The midget asked Tina to play a part as his assistant in the magic show. They went around seeing other entertainments around after the show. Came to a fortune teller and she just said, "Treasure every moment from now on." and a tear rolled down the fortune teller's cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 84:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina suggested that they should go to the beach. The beach wasn't so crowded that day. They had their first kiss with each other just as the sun is setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 99:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to have a simple day and they decided to have a walk around the city. They sit down onto a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1:23pm:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina: &lt;/b&gt;I'm thirsty. Let's rest for a while first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mark:&lt;/b&gt; Wait here while I go buy some drinks. What would you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina:&lt;/b&gt; Apple juice will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1:43pm:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina waited for about 20 minutes and Mark hasn't returned. Then someone walked up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stranger:&lt;/b&gt; Is you name Tina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stranger:&lt;/b&gt; Just now down there on the street a drunk driver has crashed into a guy. I think it's your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina ran over to the spot with the stranger and sees Mark lying on the floor with blood over his face and her apple juice is still in his hands. The ambulance came and she went to the hospital with Mark. Tina sat outside the emergency room for five and a half hours. The doctor came out and he sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11:51pm:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doctor:&lt;/b&gt; I'm sorry but we did the best that we could. He is still breathing now but God would take him away form us very soon. We found his letter inside his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor hands over the letter to Tina and she goes into the room to see Mark. He looked weak but peaceful. Tina read the letter and then she burst into tears. Here is what the letter said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Tina,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our 100 days is almost over. I had fun with you during all these days. Although you may be greedy sometimes and less thoughtful, but these all brought happiness into my life. I realized that you are a really cute girl and blamed myself for never taking the time to know that. I have nothing much to ask for, but I just wish that we can extend the day. I want to be your boyfriend forever and I wish that you can be beside me all the time. Tina, I love you."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11:58pm:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina: &lt;/b&gt;(sobbing) Mark, did you know what was the wish I made on the night there was a meteor? I asked God to let us last forever. We were supposed to last 100 days! You can't leave me! I LOVE YOU but can you come back to me no? I love you Mark. &lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the clock struck twelve, Mark's heart stopped beating. It was 100 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-671323181013571772?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/671323181013571772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=671323181013571772' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/671323181013571772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/671323181013571772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/10/this.html' title='This.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-4243928574185895566</id><published>2011-10-19T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:21:59.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choke On Your Misery.</title><content type='html'>Another weird day for me. I don't know if I will love it or hate it. Maybe I'm uninspired. Just kidding. I came to school and I'm a bit nervous for something, I know, that was just about my school stuffs. I would rather stay inside our house just to take a rest and help my mind to recover. I mean, I just wanted to relax myself after all the things we've done at school these past few days and also, there are a lot of things to do just like mastery tests and o.e. and next week will be our 2nd quarterly examination. I'm still nervous for our upcoming tests and etc, etc, etc. Tears... I know this may sound too boring for you. Duh? I'm taking a little bit difficult challenges as a senior high school student. What else if I'm now a college student? Oh my, please. :( Sorry to say, I didn't expect everything that happened today. Especially when I got home and checked my fckn Facebook, I've read something and that made me pissed off. Cool story, bro. Seriously. I couldn't even imagine that she would do that thing? Just to say that she's... Oh well, friends today. Gthhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISpqnfjleA4/Tp6eCLBXDWI/AAAAAAAAFJM/HzWYniJ6kf0/s1600/Image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISpqnfjleA4/Tp6eCLBXDWI/AAAAAAAAFJM/HzWYniJ6kf0/s200/Image001.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy side, I took a picture a few minutes ago. I just can't get over. So cute! Yet sorry for the low quality. Me and my brother checked our new puppy "Bingo" if he&amp;nbsp;already drink his milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute. If only you could see this puppy, you would love it! :) I guess this is the first time that I liked a puppy. Is there something wrong or what? Kidding. Right now, my brother is letting Bingo to sleep. Hihi too cute, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, Bingo was born few weeks ago. We will surely take care of him! :")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-4243928574185895566?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/4243928574185895566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=4243928574185895566' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/4243928574185895566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/4243928574185895566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/10/choke-on-your-misery.html' title='Choke On Your Misery.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISpqnfjleA4/Tp6eCLBXDWI/AAAAAAAAFJM/HzWYniJ6kf0/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-3822893796228680872</id><published>2011-10-15T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T23:22:04.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hakuna Matata!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8RuETkWcNhg/TpmInXhmMMI/AAAAAAAAFFY/hZ8QlQTjw8E/s1600/tumblr_lrdvpjPtow1qkrk5ao1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="93" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8RuETkWcNhg/TpmInXhmMMI/AAAAAAAAFFY/hZ8QlQTjw8E/s320/tumblr_lrdvpjPtow1qkrk5ao1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had so much fun today. Although I woke up too early and I went to school for our CAT, I still loved this day. I was the second one to arrive at school. Got to see some of our former teachers, I do really miss them. :) Most probably, me and my group mates were shocked because at first, we thought that we will have a community service outside our school. But wait, we're wrong. We organized some things at school. Diane, Cheska, Stephen and I cleaned the bottles, separated some bottle caps, separated the small bottles to the larger ones. Whoa! We did that half an hour and we enjoyed it though. Had bonding moments at 7-Eleven and when it was already 9.30am, I decided to go home. Took a nap for a while. Seriously, I was a bit nervous because after an hour, I'll be with my best friends to take our CEU entrance examination. After 45min. (I guess) from Antipolo to Legarda, we had our lunch and uhh yes, went at CEU Manila. Cool. It was the first time I went inside their campus. Haha! Had 1 1/2 hour answering our exam. Hoping for a nice result on Monday or soon! x God bless us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhm a big thanks to the people who REALLY made me day great. I guess I ended up my day with a random fckn feelings. Sorry. Uhhh life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"If you're alone, I'll be your shadow. If you want to cry, I'll be your shoulder. If you want a hug, I'll be your pillow. If you need to be happy, I'll be your smile. But anytime you need a friend, I'll just be me." - True friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like, you have to be strong for everyone else but they forgot to ask if you are okay... Got happy → sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-3822893796228680872?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/3822893796228680872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=3822893796228680872' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3822893796228680872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3822893796228680872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/10/hakuna-matata.html' title='Hakuna Matata!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8RuETkWcNhg/TpmInXhmMMI/AAAAAAAAFFY/hZ8QlQTjw8E/s72-c/tumblr_lrdvpjPtow1qkrk5ao1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-7322493851211026706</id><published>2011-10-08T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T19:10:10.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Almost Cried.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/bsBSsMBKFqs/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bsBSsMBKFqs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bsBSsMBKFqs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I've met a lot of people since we've been here, a few of 'em have told me that somewhere down the line one of our songs has helped get them through a tough time and I wanna say that when somebody tells me that, it feels better than anything else in the﻿ entire world." - Alex Gaskarth &amp;lt;3&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;(c) &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasured moments. Unexpected bonding with friends. Everything.. I didn't expect. All Time Low!!! ♥ At first, I just wished to go at their concert but suddenly, thanks to my friends, they made me so happy. Advance birthday gift for me. I love you guys! :) x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-7322493851211026706?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/7322493851211026706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=7322493851211026706' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7322493851211026706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7322493851211026706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-almost-cried.html' title='I Almost Cried.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-6896487966414749424</id><published>2011-10-08T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T17:52:08.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Day.</title><content type='html'>October 8. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was too excited to sleep and to face this day. I woke up too early and I was a bit confused if our CAT is suspended or not. Unfortunately, though it was raining, our CAT wasn't postponed. I went to school and seriously, I just wanted to spend time here at home and do nothing, I guess I'll just take a rest. But good thing, I had fun fun fun with my classmates. After our CAT, we had lunch at McDonalds with our teachers. Happy, lol. Smile smile smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, well, well, time passed by so fast and we decided to go and stay at Ja's crib. Gorsh, we watched a movie and hopefully, I did understand it. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Enjoyed and thrilled. A little bit speechless. Thanks Ja, Kath, Frances, Cheska and Karla! I had so much fun with you guys! :) x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDJbLtrZkbM/TpBPoJl2kHI/AAAAAAAAFFU/lXYOs6KUpPs/s1600/tumblr_lrq9130PRA1qbpwzeo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDJbLtrZkbM/TpBPoJl2kHI/AAAAAAAAFFU/lXYOs6KUpPs/s400/tumblr_lrq9130PRA1qbpwzeo1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, yes today is October 8. Me and Charlene's (Unni) 3rd Friendship Anniversary. Although I couldn't be with her today, I still sent her an awesome message. I miss her so much. She will always and forever be one of my true friends. I'm perfectly good. Yay me! She's great. I love you Unni! x :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, happy birthday to my cousin, Alyza! Belated happy birthday, Diane! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day with you, yes, YOU. I love you so much! ∞&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-6896487966414749424?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/6896487966414749424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=6896487966414749424' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6896487966414749424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6896487966414749424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-infinity-and-beyond.html' title='Lucky Day.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDJbLtrZkbM/TpBPoJl2kHI/AAAAAAAAFFU/lXYOs6KUpPs/s72-c/tumblr_lrq9130PRA1qbpwzeo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-2549258401833625457</id><published>2011-10-01T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T17:17:54.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Don’t Stop Now.</title><content type='html'>Okay, well seriously, I don't have internet connection at home. Made me too pissed off but I have to accept the fact that I won't have internet for a few days. I hope internet connection will be back as soon as possible. So here comes my depression. Just kidding. If only you knew, I had so much fun these past few days. Some of it. I'ma share it. I just couldn't get over. Hihihi. Proud. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPvtbKohjJY/TobxPlgR8jI/AAAAAAAAFEU/hmdtrANPWa0/s1600/SDC18340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPvtbKohjJY/TobxPlgR8jI/AAAAAAAAFEU/hmdtrANPWa0/s200/SDC18340.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jQtzohVicvI/TobxHSYFxMI/AAAAAAAAFEQ/-mV1fJcDGss/s1600/SDC18339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jQtzohVicvI/TobxHSYFxMI/AAAAAAAAFEQ/-mV1fJcDGss/s200/SDC18339.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEPTEMBER 22, 2011 – TREASURED, VALUED, APPRECIATED, EVERYTHING. I HAD AN AWESOME NIGHT WITH MY FOREVER TRUE BEST FRIENDS. &amp;lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Oh my, All Time Low will always be one of my brilliant favorite bands. They’re overwhelming and they took away all my problems. They made me so happy. Their concert was held at Araneta Coliseum last September 22. Though my best friends and I reached our destination at exactly 7.00pm, first we had (snack) dinner at McDo and yes, we still entered Araneta great! The front act was Typecast. Even though at the start, I thought that local band was a bit ‘emo’, I still liked their performance and their songs were cool. After an hour, oh my gosh, oh my, oh my, All Time Low came to their stage and rock! I so love them. They sang and played a lot of songs that I love. Their songs were randomly played from their different and awesome albums! ATL’s last song was ‘Dear Maria, Count In Me’. We were so happy yet a bit sad because that was the last song. That was one of my favorite songs. (Hahaha! I love everything. All ATL’s songs = mine mine mine. &amp;lt;3) ALL TIME LOW IS MY AWE-INSPIRING BAND! Jack and Alex made me so happy and the rest of them. Until now, I couldn’t get over. I WILL NEVER EVER FORGET THAT. Although All Time Low only had their concert for a too little time. I still enjoyed watching them and had a bonding moment with my best-est friends. I’ve valued every single moments that I had with them. Till next time guys! &amp;lt;3 I FELT LIKE DANCING THAT NIGHT! I should wait for their next concert here in the Philippines soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PncZm2PGqg/TobyfdDY3OI/AAAAAAAAFEo/9iCeeOfBj4c/s1600/SDC18377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PncZm2PGqg/TobyfdDY3OI/AAAAAAAAFEo/9iCeeOfBj4c/s200/SDC18377.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRn66ZvD9qY/TobxSaY5G5I/AAAAAAAAFEY/p97p1vMAMSs/s1600/SDC18362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRn66ZvD9qY/TobxSaY5G5I/AAAAAAAAFEY/p97p1vMAMSs/s200/SDC18362.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the concert, Margareth was here in our house. Of course, she stayed for a sleepover. Got a little time with her yet got an awesome bonding experience with her. I love my best friend so much. I’m proud to have her. Things change, people change but life goes on. I will never waste our friendship for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 23&lt;/strong&gt; - Speechless much. We, the fourth year - Einstein batch 2011-2012 won first place in the Science Interpretative Dance. Hahahahahahahaha! Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDnm_okSfRQ/Tpv_JjivOkI/AAAAAAAAFFw/_A5FLk2w-gE/s1600/296891_2390415967100_1451891366_2686222_1183083316_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDnm_okSfRQ/Tpv_JjivOkI/AAAAAAAAFFw/_A5FLk2w-gE/s200/296891_2390415967100_1451891366_2686222_1183083316_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dqwo0tI53rc/Tpv_KgJuOrI/AAAAAAAAFF0/iBdtrrseXFc/s1600/300316_2390424407311_1451891366_2686228_1388861818_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dqwo0tI53rc/Tpv_KgJuOrI/AAAAAAAAFF0/iBdtrrseXFc/s200/300316_2390424407311_1451891366_2686228_1388861818_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmLJ2uhPWhk/Tpv_Prw6noI/AAAAAAAAFGI/tOq1NECYUp8/s1600/319601_2390443967800_1451891366_2686252_1328940636_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmLJ2uhPWhk/Tpv_Prw6noI/AAAAAAAAFGI/tOq1NECYUp8/s200/319601_2390443967800_1451891366_2686252_1328940636_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwqWD35Imms/Tpv_Or0GzSI/AAAAAAAAFGE/ugsR8gWv_pY/s1600/307597_2390442687768_1451891366_2686251_916483212_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwqWD35Imms/Tpv_Or0GzSI/AAAAAAAAFGE/ugsR8gWv_pY/s200/307597_2390442687768_1451891366_2686251_916483212_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 26&lt;/strong&gt; – Me, my classmates and my high school mates just organized our fourth floor for the upcoming Science Fair. Well, things were just whatsoever. I became a bit worried then pissed off about something yet after all, I’m still thankful that I have my true friends at school who are always there to make me feel happy. I couldn’t stop this. I will never stop thanking them for everything. We had an early dismissal time because of the weather. Well, this! I so love this rainy day. I miss something. Something happened, despite the fact that it was only a short time. Then I miss it again. I just have to wait for the right time. I shall and I will. :) Thanks, whoever you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 27&lt;/strong&gt; – I know, I got too bored at home. I was just doing nothing and nothing. I didn’t wake up too early ‘cause I already felt and knew that we, students, don’t have classes. I was freezing due to the cold weather. No electricity for about 12 hours. What did I do? Just eat and sleep. The best things I’ve ever done. How am I supposed to live without electricity? I guess I’ll die, just kidding. In spite of that, I had bonding moments with my mom and bro. I won’t forget this line, I said, “Oh my gosh nanay! I want this!” Hahahaha! Plus my accent. Lol. Happy. Since morning, I’ve been talking to my best friend until the night that it was already time to sleep. I love it. I’m lucky to meet someone, my best friend. That person is everything I ask for. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 29&lt;/strong&gt; - Came back to school. No more typhoon and I didn't expect everything that happened. Everything made me so happy. Got to school at exactly 6.45am and I saw my classmates again. We prepared some things for our exhibit. At last, 9.00am and our exhibit started. Well, things became great. We have a our photobooth. I won't forget the great things that happened there. I saw the best photoshoot ever! Then suddenly, time passed by so fast, I went home already at 4.00pm and I'm so happy. (Well, please don't judge me. Everything that I said about this day was just its contrary. I'm still a human. I'm sad. I'm ugh.. dead.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So what am I supposed to do? I kept on smiling. Just wanted to stay away from those fckn problems. :( I wish I had my own genie plus his/her unlimited wishes for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 1&lt;/strong&gt;, yes today - I'm a bit scared because I overthink. I don't know what will happen today. Will I be happy or not? Yet I didn't expect too much. That's not good. We had our C.A.T. lately and I enjoyed it. What else? I stopped at Kath's crib with her, Ja, Roniel and Ino. Omggggg I won't forget this! Treasured moments. Bwahahaha! Another first time happened. How nice. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Btw, I updated some of the pictures on my Picasa. Just check it out. Thanks! x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOLA OCTUBRE, please be good &amp;lt;3 Last 29 days..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-2549258401833625457?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/2549258401833625457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=2549258401833625457' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2549258401833625457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2549258401833625457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-dont-stop-now.html' title='Life, Don’t Stop Now.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPvtbKohjJY/TobxPlgR8jI/AAAAAAAAFEU/hmdtrANPWa0/s72-c/SDC18340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-326474430536468229</id><published>2011-09-21T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T19:06:52.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing My Soul, Slowly.</title><content type='html'>Today didn't turn out so well. It's been 19 days since the last time I wrote something here. I can't even imagine, things became whatever and people were just the same jhdgsajda. Oh well, I decided to go home early. These past few days, I don't have enough time to take some rest. Off to bed then go to school then same old routine. Guess what? I'm a bit tired of everything. Most of my true friends tell me that I deserve to be happy. They understand me, I understand them. I trust them, they trust me. I'm trying.. I'm trying to be happy yet some people around me just want to give some $#!^ behind me. Though I'm used to it. I'm growing up. I know what are the things that I will or shall do and the things that I shouldn't or wouldn't do. Life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes my best choice is to keep silent. Because I know if I try to explain myself, people wouldn't get it anyways.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lna4utq4s01qhq166o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="90" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lna4utq4s01qhq166o1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy side, positive side. I'm excited! Bonding with my forever true friends and I just can't wait to see.. never mind. Hahahahahaha! Lately at school, I can't stop thinking about it. I'm going to see Margareth again. She will always and forever be my best-est friend. No regrets, I love her. I'll get to see her, yes, yes, yes! :) Hoping for a nice day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, I'M STARTING TO HATE FACEBOOK AGAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache, going to be crazy. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hakuna Matata, please! x&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-326474430536468229?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/326474430536468229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=326474430536468229' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/326474430536468229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/326474430536468229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/09/killing-my-soul-slowly.html' title='Killing My Soul, Slowly.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-4307202633165083272</id><published>2011-09-02T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T19:02:11.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola Setiembre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[x] January [x] February [x] March [x] April [x] May&amp;nbsp;[x] June&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[x] July [x] August [...] September [ ] October [ ] November [ ] December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, first of all, thanks August for giving me an awesome moments. :) I will definitely treasure it. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy → ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf happenings happened on the very first day of September and same as today, the second day of September. Everything became bad then worse and then worst. I started this month worst. I just can't stop crying. I know, no one could ever understand me. Will I be happy? When? When? I shouldn't expect a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, people will always judge me. That's life. But then, they don't know me at all. Although I care, I help and do good things, sometimes they forget about it. Yet if people hate something about me, they will never ever forget it. Well, life goes on. Whatever happens, I still believe that I could finish this and I'm still happy and lucky that I have true friends in my life. Though I rarely see them personally, I will always love them. Thank you so much guys. You mean so much to me. I'm so blessed that I have you, true friends! x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, today.. today.. today.. sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSbw6t32Tj0/TmC2a7fxFzI/AAAAAAAAE58/gH4UZOuNX0Y/s1600/tumblr_lln1vgQNIb1qd99y7o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSbw6t32Tj0/TmC2a7fxFzI/AAAAAAAAE58/gH4UZOuNX0Y/s1600/tumblr_lln1vgQNIb1qd99y7o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Omg this! I got this from my fave site. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sorry, I could only express my feelings here. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-4307202633165083272?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/4307202633165083272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=4307202633165083272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/4307202633165083272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/4307202633165083272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-september.html' title='Hola Setiembre!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSbw6t32Tj0/TmC2a7fxFzI/AAAAAAAAE58/gH4UZOuNX0Y/s72-c/tumblr_lln1vgQNIb1qd99y7o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-4023450487076967596</id><published>2011-08-19T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T14:16:45.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Little Faster.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a week. There are a lot of happenings that made me happy, made me pissed off and made me random. I couldn't stop reminiscing. I know right, AS ALWAYS. Although I had a sdhsjsakda week. I survived. Hahaha! First quarterly exam was.. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 14, Sunday&lt;/b&gt; - My last day of happiness (just for the coming days). Me and my cousins watched "The Rise of the Planet of the Apes" and it was amazing. I didn't expect that the movie was great yet it was &amp;nbsp;kinda &lt;i&gt;'bitin'&lt;/i&gt;. But it was fun. Tom Felton was there! Haha! I went home with my cousins at exactly 10.00pm and I'd finish everything; my school works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 15, Monday&lt;/b&gt; - I went to school. Disaster, loljk. Projects, mastery tests and O.E. = done! Hopefully, I had fun especially when it was our computer time. Haha! Although we didn't use internet, I felt so happy and happy and happy because of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 16, Tuesday &lt;/b&gt;- First day of our exam. Math and Filipino. And when I came home.. yes, I wished at 11.11am. Haha! Happy. Thanks to my best friend ♥ who helped me on the phone to review some of the lessons in English. Great. Although time passed by so fast. I enjoyed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 17, Wednesday&lt;/b&gt; - A little bit tired of everything. I just don't feel the presence of myself. Totally nervous because of our exam. Unexpectedly, before our last exam, Physics, I cried. Due to the some effin' reasons. Felt so down and my thoughts were too negative. I went home so disappointed plus the unexpected revelations. Lojk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 18, Thursday&lt;/b&gt; - Became happy then sad then happy and I ended up my day sooo bad. Overthinking too much, I hate it. Being pessimistic too much, I hate myself. Putting myself down. Comparing myself today and before. Hell. I wish I could turn back time when everything was okay. I wish I could fix my brain like it was before. Wthhhhahahaha! I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 19, Friday&lt;/b&gt;, TODAY - I JUST CAN'T WAIT TO FINISH EVERYTHING AT SCHOOL. *bow* Due to some unexpected happenings. Shocked, lol. Hahaha! I had a great time with my friends. McDo then Ja's crib. Thank you so much, Kath, Frances, Ja, Roniel and Ino for making my day great. I came home and AGAIN, I HAD AN UNEXPECTED BONDING WITH IDOLS. Hahaha! I had so much fun fun fun lately. Although it was just few hours, I enjoyed. Thank you so much. &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. Nobody couldn't tell if we will be happy or not. Just go with the flow. Enjoy everything. Live your life to the fullest, am I right? :) I hope that I would have a great days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pinky swear. ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-4023450487076967596?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/4023450487076967596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=4023450487076967596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/4023450487076967596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/4023450487076967596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-little-faster.html' title='Just A Little Faster.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-4227752861850259981</id><published>2011-08-10T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T18:38:13.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes or No.</title><content type='html'>The only thing truly harder than never getting what you want, is getting what you want and knowing that you'll never be able to have it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather, lol. Rainy evening and I'm so bored. Just finished doing some of my projects. I hope I could finish ALL OF IT tomorrow. As usual, today turned out so great. I enjoyed a lot although I felt so tired easily. Sometimes you just need to take a nap and get over it. Thank God, I'm already done = OE, mastery test in Physics. Mhmm I guess not everything but mostly. Haha! -__- (What did I say?) Oh well, I'm happy. Thank you, whoever you are. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately I'm finding myself constantly missing you. Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I was a bit lazy to open my blog and update. No more visitors, I think. Forever alone. La la la, I need something life-changing to happen very very soon. I've been too busy these past few weeks and yes, last Sunday, August 7, I took the UPCAT examination. Had so much fun with Cheska last Saturday before our exam. I slept with her at the hotel in Quezon City and when it was already our examination day. Wtf. Cramming. ME = nervous because late, because of the people and because of the exam. Oh my, thank goodness, done. Good luck everyone who took the UPCAT. I met some new friends, yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 8, thank you Margareth. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance, you never know what might happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-4227752861850259981?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/4227752861850259981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=4227752861850259981' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/4227752861850259981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/4227752861850259981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/08/yes-or-no.html' title='Yes or No.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-3564472324822712360</id><published>2011-07-16T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T19:44:30.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything I Ask For.</title><content type='html'>Omg today turned out so great. Although I woke up too early for our UPlink refresher, I really had fun. I hope I could remember all of the stuffs that we'd encounter. I learned a lot from it. I've got the chance to see some of the UPlinkers from batch 2 and 3. Science, Math and English todayyyy. Had our refresher class from 8:00am up to 5:00pm. Wow, I still don't have any free days to relax. I have a lot of things to do, though tomorrow will be the rest day I'm going to have a bonding day with my cousins. I guess, we'll watch HP7. Yes, I just can't wait! So tonight, I have to finish my school works so that there will be no ahsadjahsadghahas things to do for tomorrow. I seriously hate cramming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I'M GONNA DIE! I got home from school and ate something 'cause I'm a bit hungry. Well, forever. Loljk. I opened my Facebook and omg, after so many weeks that I've waited for something. Omg concert. September, please be good. Hahaha! Y AM I SO FAST? Lol. I should really save money on Monday. Even though I've been saving money since the start of July. I cried due to some surprises today. Haha! Tears of joy. Sorry. Just appreciating. Inspired. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishlist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-3564472324822712360?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/3564472324822712360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=3564472324822712360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3564472324822712360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3564472324822712360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/07/everything-i-asked-for.html' title='Everything I Ask For.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-6782532755388743903</id><published>2011-07-01T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T19:28:15.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Fine, Just Tired.</title><content type='html'>June 2011 will always be great and I won't forget everything that I had for that month. June 29 and 30 were awesome. I ended up June with a huge smile, happiness! Thanks to the people who made my days awesome. You know who you are. (I couldn't mention your names.) But I seriously hope so that you're reading this right now. Again, you know who you are. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hi, July! Today is the first day of July. Please be good. I want to have an unforgettable month again. Yet I'm not expecting a lot from you. Although last year's July wasn't so great. I didn't able to go to school due to my condition last year. Never mind. Haha! I just wanna have a great time with my family and friends. People, school and everything, please make me happy and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, well thank God it's Friday! I do really enjoyed this day at school. Time passed by and I do really cherished everything that I had today. Oh my, July! Please please please! I just wanna be happy. But then, thank you so much to the people who're always ready to make me feel happy. I hope I'm giving it back to you. I mean, you're also happy like me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing, I won't be able to go to Mayday Parade's show on July 7. This will make me feel sad. Aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, wait, wait! Check this out! I love The Maine! ♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://hearth.is/OHlDtw/"&gt;http://hearth.is/OHlDtw/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-6782532755388743903?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/6782532755388743903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=6782532755388743903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6782532755388743903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6782532755388743903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-fine-just-tired.html' title='I&apos;m Fine, Just Tired.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-4571778335431725736</id><published>2011-06-25T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T19:48:50.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A Year..</title><content type='html'>Oh well, today must be our refresher course, but then due to the heavy rain, it was cancelled. Gonna have our review soon and it'll be announce. And yes, three days weekend. So glad although I'm a bit lazy to do my school works or review for our quizzes. Tss. I just wanna lay in my bed. Playlist on and make some noise. Loljk. Let's just say, just chillin'. Haha! I'm freezing due to the weather. I seriously don't care about my outfit right now. Shorts + white shirt again + slippers = I'm still freezing but I don't care. Lol. Please hug me. &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't even realize that it's been two weeks since the last time I wrote something here. Too lazy to update. I know, times flies so fast. I just want to share something. I'm freakin' bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 13, last day of summer (for me). I had a great time with my friends. But before that, I went to school and organized some school stuffs. I love hugs. Nuxx. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 14, the last first day of being a high school student. So happy to be with my classmates again. I had fun although it was just a half day sched. Had our lunch and went to Ja's crib. Had fun fun fun. IM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the photos taken last June 14. Last first day. &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/103574961564258717034/LastFirstDay11?feat=directlink"&gt;Check out my web albums, click me. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KiHGKoqIJUk/TgXDSrNZEUI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/7c8tEat84eQ/s1600/260270_1839105577430_1234245630_31693643_2012074_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KiHGKoqIJUk/TgXDSrNZEUI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/7c8tEat84eQ/s200/260270_1839105577430_1234245630_31693643_2012074_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UhpxnwhvGU/TgXD15VSCpI/AAAAAAAAEfI/07jlOUM7yxI/s1600/255652_1839133498128_1234245630_31693733_8338265_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UhpxnwhvGU/TgXD15VSCpI/AAAAAAAAEfI/07jlOUM7yxI/s200/255652_1839133498128_1234245630_31693733_8338265_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pwBYbTphgt0/TgXEQekNqrI/AAAAAAAAEgg/-cgXUjXkJzY/s1600/252803_1845668981511_1234245630_31700205_2727133_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pwBYbTphgt0/TgXEQekNqrI/AAAAAAAAEgg/-cgXUjXkJzY/s200/252803_1845668981511_1234245630_31700205_2727133_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4kbEolubYk/TgXEJRPeCgI/AAAAAAAAEgM/HBNgYAAyiAc/s1600/247274_1839197579730_1234245630_31693823_8286562_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4kbEolubYk/TgXEJRPeCgI/AAAAAAAAEgM/HBNgYAAyiAc/s200/247274_1839197579730_1234245630_31693823_8286562_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 20, no classes and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 21, 22 &amp;amp; 23, lessons, quizzes, and everything. I felt so crazy. Tired but inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 25, today. It's been a year since I had a super duper serious head ache. Health problem. Thank God, I'm still alive. He's the one who gave his life for me, second life. ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I just want to reminisce. Good times at school. Yet I want to stay at home and take a rest and eat a lot and do whatever I want and be forever alone. Loljk. Yesterday and today made me omg. Unexpected happenings and some things became whatever. I guess, today didn't turn out so well. Due to some happenings which I didn't expect. Weird. A bit disappointed but life goes on. Just go with the flow. Act like you're not hurt and pretend that you're okay. Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-4571778335431725736?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/4571778335431725736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=4571778335431725736' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/4571778335431725736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/4571778335431725736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-been-year.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Year..'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KiHGKoqIJUk/TgXDSrNZEUI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/7c8tEat84eQ/s72-c/260270_1839105577430_1234245630_31693643_2012074_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-6409066778870478070</id><published>2011-06-06T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:48:44.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless.</title><content type='html'>And yes, today turned out so well. I won't forget this day. :")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-6409066778870478070?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/6409066778870478070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=6409066778870478070' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6409066778870478070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6409066778870478070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/06/speechless.html' title='Speechless.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-4060002700312210317</id><published>2011-06-02T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T18:11:23.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzz.</title><content type='html'>June, please be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the 2nd of June and I'm not yet ready nor excited for school. Seriously. Summer is almost over. Well, I must cherish everything that I had this summer. Lol. Summer, y u so fast? I guess, reminiscing could make me smile. Happy moments with my family and friends. Aw me so sweet huh? Jk. Reminisce always = me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I'm just chatting with my friends while listening to music. iTunes on shuffle. ♥ I will always and forever love music. Awesome bands and singers are mine mine mine mine! Am I so selfish? Just music. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's bored? ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-4060002700312210317?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/4060002700312210317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=4060002700312210317' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/4060002700312210317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/4060002700312210317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/06/zzz.html' title='Zzz.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-7610503909800341975</id><published>2011-05-30T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:13:57.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Happiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VUlReWy7K7E/TeOGunOivaI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/yPBZXr7i3Uo/s1600/Almonds+%2527+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VUlReWy7K7E/TeOGunOivaI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/yPBZXr7i3Uo/s200/Almonds+%2527+022.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May 29, 2011, thank you for the awesome day! I had so much fun yesterday. Though I'm sleepless and restless, I did enjoy every single moments that I had with my mom and brother and of course, with my relatives. :) It was the second time I went to Baguio. Random weather. Took pictures with them. Sad thing, I didn't have a chance to bring the camera because it was asjkhjdhs destroyed by my brother last time. Eh but it's okay, my cousins have cameras so no need to be sad. Jk. Haha! I wanna go back there! Just hanging out with my cousins and eat a lot. That. Would. Be. Awesome. Seriously, last night, we had dinner. ATE RICE = 4 times! I absolutely loved it. U SHOCKED? Kdg. Treasured moments are awesome! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, came home at almost 4 in the morning. I sent messages to my friends whom I'd talk. Low batt exists. Hahaha! Eh until now I still can't get over about what happened yesterday. Happy, enjoyed, shocked, scared, etc. Haha! All I want is to go back in Baguio. Awesome!&amp;nbsp;FOODS.&amp;nbsp;FOODS.&amp;nbsp;FOODS.&amp;nbsp;FOODS.&amp;nbsp;FOODS.&amp;nbsp;FOODS.&amp;nbsp;FOODS.&amp;nbsp;FOODS.&amp;nbsp;FOODS.&amp;nbsp;FOODS. FOODS.&amp;nbsp;FOODS.&amp;nbsp;FOODS.&amp;nbsp;FOODS. Definitely, I love it. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-7610503909800341975?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/7610503909800341975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=7610503909800341975' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7610503909800341975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7610503909800341975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/05/unexpected-happiness.html' title='Unexpected Happiness.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VUlReWy7K7E/TeOGunOivaI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/yPBZXr7i3Uo/s72-c/Almonds+%2527+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-1813912195500403294</id><published>2011-05-26T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:59:05.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I Exist.</title><content type='html'>Hey! Been too lazy to update my blog. Why? I don't know. Hahaha! Maybe I just wanted to stay away from the internet life, jk. I miss everyone, I miss everything. I do really believe that after all the hard work that I had last time, things would be better and I would be satisfied. Yeah, gaining more strength is the best. Thanks to God and thanks to all the people who made me feel happy and well contented. Although sometimes, I tend to tell everyone that I am forever alone. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, this coming school year would be the last one (I seriously hope so). I don't know what will happen. I just want to have an awesome last school year, the senior year. I am not excited though. Being a high school student is such a great one. Even though trials when it comes to studies, friends and everything were there. I won't forget the good things that I had (unless, I can't remember some of it). Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I've been thinking of some of the things I wanted to buy, as soon as I have money for it. Wish list! Thank you, Tumblr. Y U ALWAYS KNOW WAT I WANT HUH. Awesome forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've noticed that this month of May was really fast. Boredom, feelings bloom, and it randomly kills me. Just kidding. Let's just say I'm having a great days. Awesome days. I'm inspired and I'm sure that I'll always treasure every single things that I'm having. Whoever you are, I love you so much. No matter what happens, you will always and forever be a part of my life. Thank you. Me here, okay? ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I organized and made a great blog today. Hoping that you guys will leave some suggestions or comments here on my blog. Thank you! x (After years and years, everyone can leave their comments. Haha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-1813912195500403294?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/1813912195500403294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=1813912195500403294' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/1813912195500403294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/1813912195500403294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi-i-exist.html' title='Hi, I Exist.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-617681297081414308</id><published>2011-05-08T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:17:25.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You, Nanay!</title><content type='html'>Yay! After a lot of days that I spent my time doing nothing, I had a great day with my family especially with my mom. Been so excited since yesterday because we're going out to spend time with each other. Well, I slept too late and woke up too late. Hahaha! Imagine? I've wasted my time last night downloading movies and whatever I want. Wasted 8 hours in front of my computer. AND YES, SUNDAY! Woke up → brushed my teeth → had breakfast → relaxed → brushed my teeth →&amp;nbsp;took a bath → wore clothes → sahdgasd ready to hang out! Hahaha! It was almost 1pm when we went out of our house. Then, went at Eastwood. Had lunch and at the same time, merienda! Hahahaha! Ghaddd, It's been a month since the last time I went somewhere. Jk. But due to the weather, we went home immediately. Although, it was just a short time that we had there. I do really enjoyed to be with them. Aww please, rain rain go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all Moms out there! :) Thank you. I LOVE YOU, NANAY! ♥ Best mom ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-617681297081414308?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/617681297081414308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=617681297081414308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/617681297081414308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/617681297081414308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-you-nanay.html' title='I Love You, Nanay!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-9160473526759860669</id><published>2011-05-02T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:20:20.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn The Night Awayyy.</title><content type='html'>Omgsh another month was wasted. Just kidding. Hahaha! I will always and truly treasure April 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear May 2011, please be good. I know you can be better than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, too many dramas. Haha! Well, today is the second day of May.&amp;nbsp;I actually do the same and old routine everyday. When will be the day that I could do productive stuffs? Ugh. Although I've been missing my friends, classmates and reviewmates, I'm still looking forward to some new stuffs. I just want to have an awesome and unforgettable summer! Sometimes, I tend to daydream whenever I'm so bored. Haha! Well, I guess everytime! (Hey daydreamer! Hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry. I've been a bit lazy that's why I guess my blog is so boring. Ugh things these days. Too hot. Summer, all I want is to have you alright. Good and nice. I must be satisfied. ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjmFCdDP2t0/Tb6Am4xVLUI/AAAAAAAAEZM/HGHgyhTXu_M/s1600/216176_1941463943580_1451891366_2172423_763652_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjmFCdDP2t0/Tb6Am4xVLUI/AAAAAAAAEZM/HGHgyhTXu_M/s200/216176_1941463943580_1451891366_2172423_763652_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BeP37KEbVMQ/Tb6Anv-GWwI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/lSQ5xPKm9ag/s1600/215753_1941466023632_1451891366_2172431_5717086_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BeP37KEbVMQ/Tb6Anv-GWwI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/lSQ5xPKm9ag/s200/215753_1941466023632_1451891366_2172431_5717086_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GXoAE2yiQCI/Tb6AplHfPrI/AAAAAAAAEZY/2LLaq394a90/s1600/208508_1941475383866_1451891366_2172470_4748502_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GXoAE2yiQCI/Tb6AplHfPrI/AAAAAAAAEZY/2LLaq394a90/s200/208508_1941475383866_1451891366_2172470_4748502_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irD1yUnexX0/Tb6AooGTISI/AAAAAAAAEZU/mqurihRZ4ug/s1600/205034_1941468183686_1451891366_2172438_5088901_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irD1yUnexX0/Tb6AooGTISI/AAAAAAAAEZU/mqurihRZ4ug/s200/205034_1941468183686_1451891366_2172438_5088901_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;These pictures were taken last April 17, Kath's birthday. Had so much fun with them. :) Late post, late update = ME. Why? No internet connection and effin' computer was a shgdhsa disaster! Kbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S. I miss someone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-9160473526759860669?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/9160473526759860669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=9160473526759860669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/9160473526759860669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/9160473526759860669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/05/burn-night-awayyy.html' title='Burn The Night Awayyy.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjmFCdDP2t0/Tb6Am4xVLUI/AAAAAAAAEZM/HGHgyhTXu_M/s72-c/216176_1941463943580_1451891366_2172423_763652_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-1621054129399875942</id><published>2011-04-30T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:24:51.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You.</title><content type='html'>Today will be the last day of April. I just had an internet connection lately and I'm quite excited yet nervous because tomorrow will be the first day of May. Last April 17, we've celebrated Kath's birthday and yes, I do really enjoy the time we were together with friends, of course. Even though I looked like so wasted because before I went there, we had our reunion (mother's side). Nice to see everyone around. The place was a bit far but it's okay. That was the first time I took a long ride from Solid Cement place to Kath's house. Well, at the same time, I was disappointed.&lt;b&gt; I will always and forever love AJ Perez. &lt;/b&gt;I heart you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Although days passed by so fast, seriously I had so much fun in our review class. We had a not so easy simulation exam but it was fun. That day, it was April 19, the last day of review for this month, we also went at Sta. Lu &amp;amp; Robinsons. Haha! We watched movie. Wow, bonding time with Ja, Kath, Cheska, Joshua, Roniel and Ino. And also, holy week passed by. I will always and forever love God. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. Today, I didn't expect that I will have an awesome day with my best friend. It's been a month since the last day I saw her and be with her. Lately, we went to the mall. Chill, chill, chill. Had lunch and after, we've decided to go back here in Antipolo. Stopped here at home and had fun! I love my best friend so much. I like her gift. Shirt with Chi's face. Hahaha! But then, I want to resize it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-1621054129399875942?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/1621054129399875942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=1621054129399875942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/1621054129399875942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/1621054129399875942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-50643009858263061</id><published>2011-04-05T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:27:12.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Phineas &amp; Ferb!</title><content type='html'>I wish my life was just a fairytale. Fairytales are fascinating to read. Seriously. Well, life goes on. I'm living my life to the fullest although there are unexpected happenings, I do trust God. I do not give up easily. Thanks to them, God, family, and true friends. Even though things became rough sometimes, they are always there to make me feel happy. Creating bridge to keep in touch, making each other a part or our lives and loving them the way they are. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the second day of our UPlink review. I'm so glad to see my classmates again; Kathleen, Jessica, Diane, Cheska, Clarizza, Bryan, Roniel, Stephen, Ino, Gelo, Datu &amp;amp; Marvin. Plus our former classmate yet my best friend, Joshua, who joined us for the review session. We also have new classmates, well I mean, new classmates for the UPlink review. Nice to see them, especially Nadine! Haha! [ x ] Math&amp;nbsp;[ x ] English, so what will be our next subject tomorrow? Science! Haha! Wish me luck! Review session is a bit serious yet enjoyable! Hope everyone's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, since Sunday I am pissed off → happy → pissed off → happy → WHAT WILL BE THE NEXT ONE? Ugh, talk to me I'm torn. Haha! Jk. Stay happy everyone! x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-50643009858263061?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/50643009858263061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=50643009858263061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/50643009858263061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/50643009858263061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-need-phineas-ferb.html' title='I Need Phineas &amp; Ferb!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-6884343914494626688</id><published>2011-03-30T20:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:29:00.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Tired? No. FOREVER AWESOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, as I've said every time I post my blog entries that time flies so fast, I do seriously felt it. I woke up in the morning too early because we are part of the preparatory, grade six and fourth year high school's graduation day. I do really congratulate them. Yet I can't even imagine that we will be the next fourth year students and we shall continue to do all the best that we can do. But then, I'm having fun reminiscing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, being a CAT member isn't so easy. A lot of things to do. Even though I am just a medic who's involve in medicine, especially for the first-response medicine. Haha! I'm proud to be with them. I used to help them when they need help in arranging their things, in fixing their clothes and what so ever. Yay me! I'm always there to support them though they don't feel it. Aww, that's okay. And then, we just had our dinner with the school's admin and teachers. CAT is awesome! I came home at exactly 6:30pm with my best-est friend, you know who you are. Mixed happenings though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, on April 4 will be the start of our review. We, as the batch 1. Heehee! Wish us luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-6884343914494626688?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/6884343914494626688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=6884343914494626688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6884343914494626688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6884343914494626688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/03/forever-tired-no-forever-awesome.html' title='Forever Tired? No. FOREVER AWESOME!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-6667708157624741881</id><published>2011-03-28T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:29:57.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My World.</title><content type='html'>I just need to be a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, I'm okay but things get too boring. Whenever I wake up in the morning, I always tell myself that I have to be productive even though it's summer and school is over. Oh seriously, it seems like I can't even think about some things that I might do this summer (except to the review thingy). I don't want to be bored, I don't want to have a lonely summer. Summer 2011, I waited for you and now you're here, please guide me. Heehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, today was quite an&amp;nbsp;exhausted day. I woke up too early just to think twice, not only twice but thrice about what should I do first. I felt so lazy to go to school for my special exams but since it was very important, I went to school in the afternoon. After I had lunch, I prepared myself and just called up in my mind the stuffs that I should remember for my exams. I was a bit nervous. I talked to my teachers, had an examination, let my teachers to sign my clearance and signed up for the UPlink review center. Yeah, all I can say is, this was the first time I did these things by myself. I mean, only me. Forever alone. I know right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home happy and satisfied. I sent messages to my friends and thanked them, of course. Looking forward to something. Just wish me luck. Yay me! Free day tomorrow! I can do whatever I want. Sleep &amp;gt; eat. Haha! Inspiration please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-6667708157624741881?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/6667708157624741881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=6667708157624741881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6667708157624741881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6667708157624741881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/03/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome To My World.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-3696665740339431561</id><published>2011-03-27T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:32:48.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless, Breathless.</title><content type='html'>Today, I feel so awkward. I guess, all the time. Nah. I didn't even realize that today is Sunday and tomorrow.. ugh Monday again. Although school is over, I still have things to do. I woke up to early and my body aches all over. I just wanna sleep forever. Haha! Just kidding. Anyway, I'm a bit crazy this morning. I opened my Facebook and the word "deactivated" unexpectedly flashed on my mind. Wth. Am I okay? I'd&amp;nbsp;deactivate&amp;nbsp;my account yet when we got home, I quickly opened again my account. Yay! Hello Faceboook! Hahahahahahahaha! Guess wuht? I'm crazy. Jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, I'm alone. Home alone right now. Been reminiscing again (Well I guess, everyday. Hahaha!), I organized the pictures taken when we were freshmen and sophomore. Haha! Faces = changed but still we're all cuties! I'm absolutely right, roight? 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Hahaha! Jk. Even though people change, things go wrong. Just remember, life goes on. I may not be an honor student for this school year 2010 - 2011 unlike when I was in Preschool days until I was a 2nd year high school student. I'm still blessed that I have a strength to face every challenges in my life. After the CAT / graduation practice; this afternoon will be the announcement of honor students. This'll be the first time that I won't receive an award and medal. Although I didn't make it. I'm still happy to my classmates who are included in the top 10 honor roll. Yehess, party party guys! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had fun lately. Been reminiscing again and again and again. iTunes on shuffle and Circa Survive's 'I Felt Free' was played. Just remembered a friend. :) RANDOM WHTVR = I can't stop thinking about Avril Lavigne. I've been listening to her new album "Goodbye Lullaby." Concert again please? Big fan since 2003. Okay, I know right. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-8327790643237580761?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/8327790643237580761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=8327790643237580761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8327790643237580761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8327790643237580761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/03/cant-stop-wont-stop.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop, Won&apos;t Stop.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-2705665112992948314</id><published>2011-03-20T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:38:44.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And That's The Way I Love You.</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful day, today. :) I. Am. So. Happy. Had an awesome bonding moments with my family! We woke up too early. Been so excited to hang out and have a 'barkada like' bonding. Hahaha! But first, we went to the church and attended a Sunday mass. Then after, we went to Glorietta. Walked.. walked.. walked.. and looked for something, like clothes, foods, etc. ♥ And since Glorietta was a bit boring, we decided to teleport. Hahaha! Just kidding. We decided to go to SM Mall of Asia. Yeah, who's excited? Me. It's been a year since the last time we went and hang out there. I had so much fun. Although time flies so fast. I really enjoyed this day. Next time again, ha? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS. My cutie cute cute brothaaa! :"&amp;gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k5L7i46axvc/TYXmnr8bOLI/AAAAAAAAENw/acuAeS2jw8Y/s1600/DSCN2392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k5L7i46axvc/TYXmnr8bOLI/AAAAAAAAENw/acuAeS2jw8Y/s200/DSCN2392.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-a563RS05D7w/TYXmv7TJFQI/AAAAAAAAEOE/o-c9qLYTSiA/s1600/DSCN2427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-a563RS05D7w/TYXmv7TJFQI/AAAAAAAAEOE/o-c9qLYTSiA/s200/DSCN2427.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-2705665112992948314?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/2705665112992948314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=2705665112992948314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2705665112992948314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2705665112992948314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-thats-way-i-love-you.html' title='And That&apos;s The Way I Love You.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k5L7i46axvc/TYXmnr8bOLI/AAAAAAAAENw/acuAeS2jw8Y/s72-c/DSCN2392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-5673145327573074623</id><published>2011-03-18T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:40:59.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Title]</title><content type='html'>Friday, March 18, 2011, last day of school year 2010-2011. Well, seriously I couldn't just feel that today was our last day at school. We had our (their) practice for the graduation thingo in the morning. After the CAT thingo, it would be our Farewell party with our beloved advisers, Ms. Karen and Ms. Erika. Yet things became complicated. Something happened. Let's just say misunderstandings with each other's part. We had our Farewell party awkward. I didn't expect that. But hopefully, things became good (I guess). I wish everyone was okay. :) I will miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lBn4zmD3RUQ/TYXQWshbi2I/AAAAAAAAD2E/mns50W5h1A0/s1600/200413_196633073690753_100000321862260_605365_6969831_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lBn4zmD3RUQ/TYXQWshbi2I/AAAAAAAAD2E/mns50W5h1A0/s200/200413_196633073690753_100000321862260_605365_6969831_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-phsrgQuGUV0/TYXQ9QmdmBI/AAAAAAAAD4U/_MTQNkRhryc/s1600/199489_196636367023757_100000321862260_605442_2088622_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-phsrgQuGUV0/TYXQ9QmdmBI/AAAAAAAAD4U/_MTQNkRhryc/s200/199489_196636367023757_100000321862260_605442_2088622_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-l9zP4DHpXFk/TYXR0a80tOI/AAAAAAAAD_E/NC49B7QQ6M0/s1600/199749_198453126842081_100000321862260_616087_655359_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-l9zP4DHpXFk/TYXR0a80tOI/AAAAAAAAD_E/NC49B7QQ6M0/s200/199749_198453126842081_100000321862260_616087_655359_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JNWDmG1rHgQ/TYXRu_zBpcI/AAAAAAAAD-k/CvX33KvSk1A/s1600/188762_198453933508667_100000321862260_616115_7596708_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JNWDmG1rHgQ/TYXRu_zBpcI/AAAAAAAAD-k/CvX33KvSk1A/s200/188762_198453933508667_100000321862260_616115_7596708_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are some of the pictures we've taken for the last week of our school. Hahaha! Just check out my &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/camillecoronado/lastdays11#"&gt;Picasa web&lt;/a&gt; to see the album. Thank you! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-5673145327573074623?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/5673145327573074623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=5673145327573074623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5673145327573074623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5673145327573074623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/03/title.html' title='[Title]'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lBn4zmD3RUQ/TYXQWshbi2I/AAAAAAAAD2E/mns50W5h1A0/s72-c/200413_196633073690753_100000321862260_605365_6969831_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-6677766621398744261</id><published>2011-03-13T20:00:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:42:05.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time.</title><content type='html'>Today was awesome! Coronado's 1st ever Reunion. I'd never expect that we will have a reunion though. I'm happy and I enjoyed a lot. Well, I must say that everyone was great. In fact, the trivia thingy that one of our relatives said was unexpected. I mean, I didn't expect that we were the first ever family that had a television in Antipolo City. Black and white. Hahaha! Believe it or not. Although it was our first reunion that we had, I do really love them. I enjoyed being with them for a day. I shall wait for the next reunion. Thank you so much! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing, I just can't believe that I have a 1/4 whtvr Chinese blood. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-6677766621398744261?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/6677766621398744261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=6677766621398744261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6677766621398744261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6677766621398744261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-time.html' title='First Time.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-752082415783682336</id><published>2011-03-10T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:44:08.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Whatever.</title><content type='html'>Hello Thursday!&amp;nbsp;What's up?&amp;nbsp;It's been a while since I wrote here.&amp;nbsp;I woke up late this morning.&amp;nbsp;I guess I just wanted to sleep and dream about whatever I wish for. Haha! Daydreaming = the one that makes me smile. Well, there are a lot of things happened already. Mixed feelings at the same time. K, who's serious? Me. But then, I'm so glad to be with my love ones. Although time passes by so fast and I feel so tired everytime. I wouldn't waste it. I must treasure every single moments that I am having right now. :)&amp;nbsp;I like to daydream because for a couple of minutes I have the life I wish I had, but then I open my eyes to reality. Yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enough about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank God I had a great day at school. Been playing a lot of ashdasjhdfkas stuffs with my classmates, normal - weird things. But then okay, I'm &amp;nbsp;getting bored right now after I got home from school. I feel so alone even though my brother is here, he got sick eh. I hope he's now okay and he can go back to school. I was reminiscing lately. I couldn't stop thinking about our bonding (me and my brother, Anton). Nuxx, who's thoughtful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-752082415783682336?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/752082415783682336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=752082415783682336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/752082415783682336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/752082415783682336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/03/mixed-whatever.html' title='Mixed Whatever.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-6616691379774282285</id><published>2011-03-02T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:45:00.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March, Please Be Good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[ x ] January [ x ] February [ ] March [ ] April [ ] May [ ]&amp;nbsp;June&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;[ ] July [ ] August [ ] September [ ] October [ ] November [ ] December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, time flies so fast. All I need: CHILL DAYS &amp;amp; GOOD VIBES with my family and friends. Hahaha! Say wuht? Well today is March 2, 2011. I'm all alone here at home, doing nothing. I NEED to relax 'cause I NEED to review my notes for the exam tomorrow until Friday. Who's not inspired? ME. Just kidding. Eh I'm just listening to some music. Singing as if no one's listening. I am forever alone. Bwahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to plan for a movie marathon. Yet I don't have enough time to do that today. I. MUST. STUDY. Done with Microbiology, Trigonometry, Geometry, Araling Panlipunan &amp;amp; TLE. So, exam for tomorrow: Physics, Research &amp;amp; Filipino and on Friday will be: Chemistry, MAPEH &amp;amp; English. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Papa Jesus, please guide me.&lt;/i&gt; ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-6616691379774282285?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/6616691379774282285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=6616691379774282285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6616691379774282285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6616691379774282285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-please-be-good.html' title='March, Please Be Good.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-1925358069805511780</id><published>2011-02-27T15:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:47:11.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep a Smile on Your Face!</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up too early. Reminding myself that I have a lot of school works to do 'cause tomorrow is asdfghjkl; MONDAY! Ugh, if I could rewind everything that happened for the past few days. I would. Hoping for a nice day ahead. OMG PLEASE! This week, I think it will be a hell week. Been thinking what will happen. On Monday, loads of projects to be passed and I/we should review our lessons for the examination on Tuesday - Friday. TONS OF THINGS TO DO WITHIN A DAY. Just wish me luck and my classmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm yeah, Camille would you please stop thinking about those stuffs? For an hour only. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was tremendous! February 26 was my best bud's birthday. I went at their house with Idol.. uhm I guess 7pm? We had dinner. Best bud &amp;amp; his friends, Idol and I walked around their subdivision. Had so much fun with them although all of his friends came home early. Me, Idol &amp;amp; Best bud were together last night and talked about what we wanted to share. Darkest moments →&amp;nbsp;Brightest&amp;nbsp;moments! I trust them, totally! Before I go home, of course, I do thanked their parents and them! It's almost 11pm when my mom picked me up. Thank you for making me happy. Thank you so much for making my night awesome! Bonding moments! Heehee! Next time, ha? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, pictures are updated today!&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/camillecoronado"&gt;https://picasaweb.google.com/camillecoronado&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="gphoto-album-cover goog-inline-block" style="display: inline-block; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0.7em; margin-right: 0.7em; margin-top: 0.7em; position: relative; text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;div class="SPRITE_shadow" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/s/v/71.32/img/lh_sprite.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: -116px -174px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; height: 152px; width: 152px;"&gt;&lt;div class="gphoto-album-cover-frame" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #d1d1d1; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; height: 144px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 2px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 144px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/camillecoronado/SleepoverJaS" style="color: #3964c2; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img class="gphoto-album-cover-img" height="144" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_MfsAbKq-xus/TWn7ARC3nHE/AAAAAAAADs8/7M94566-N0A/s144-c/SleepoverJaS.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; cursor: move; vertical-align: bottom;" width="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gphoto-album-cover-title" style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-left: 2px; width: 144px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a class="gphoto-album-cover-link" href="https://picasaweb.google.com/camillecoronado/SleepoverJaS" style="color: #3964c2; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sleepover @ Ja's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gphoto-album-cover-date" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.15em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-left: 2px; width: 144px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a class="gphoto-album-cover-link" href="https://picasaweb.google.com/camillecoronado/SleepoverJaS" style="color: #3964c2; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Feb 25, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gphoto-album-cover-photocount" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.15em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-left: 2px; width: 144px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a class="gphoto-album-cover-link" href="https://picasaweb.google.com/camillecoronado/SleepoverJaS" style="color: #3964c2; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img class="SPRITE_lock-public gphoto-album-cover-access" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/v/71.32/img/transparent.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/s/v/71.32/img/lh_sprite.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: -205px -161px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; height: 13px; margin-right: 0.2em; vertical-align: top; width: 13px;" title="Public on the web" /&gt;photos: 91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gphoto-album-cover goog-inline-block" style="display: inline-block; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0.7em; margin-right: 0.7em; margin-top: 0.7em; position: relative; text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;div class="SPRITE_shadow" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/s/v/71.32/img/lh_sprite.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: -116px -174px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; height: 152px; width: 152px;"&gt;&lt;div class="gphoto-album-cover-frame" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #d1d1d1; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; height: 144px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 2px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; width: 144px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/camillecoronado/Retreat11" style="color: #3964c2; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img class="gphoto-album-cover-img" height="144" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_MfsAbKq-xus/TWih4fO1xqE/AAAAAAAADmE/5AwOXPifVJ8/s144-c/Retreat11.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; vertical-align: bottom;" width="144" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gphoto-album-cover-title" style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-left: 2px; width: 144px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a class="gphoto-album-cover-link" href="https://picasaweb.google.com/camillecoronado/Retreat11" style="color: #3964c2; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Retreat '11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gphoto-album-cover-date" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.15em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-left: 2px; width: 144px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a class="gphoto-album-cover-link" href="https://picasaweb.google.com/camillecoronado/Retreat11" style="color: #3964c2; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Feb 24, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gphoto-album-cover-photocount" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.15em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-left: 2px; width: 144px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a class="gphoto-album-cover-link" href="https://picasaweb.google.com/camillecoronado/Retreat11" style="color: #3964c2; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-color: initial; border-width: initial; margin-right: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img class="SPRITE_lock-public gphoto-album-cover-access" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/v/71.32/img/transparent.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/s/v/71.32/img/lh_sprite.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: -205px -161px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; height: 13px; margin-right: 0.2em; vertical-align: top; width: 13px;" title="Public on the web" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos: 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gphoto-album-cover-photocount" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.15em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-left: 2px; width: 144px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;K, so I must finish my projects and everything now. Done sharing. Till next time everyone! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-1925358069805511780?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/1925358069805511780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=1925358069805511780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/1925358069805511780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/1925358069805511780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-cry-because-its-over-smile-because.html' title='Keep a Smile on Your Face!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_MfsAbKq-xus/TWn7ARC3nHE/AAAAAAAADs8/7M94566-N0A/s72-c/SleepoverJaS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-5318305845012995808</id><published>2011-02-25T21:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:49:18.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>Today was AWESOME! I must treasure every moments I had with my friends. I didn't imagine what would happen to me but then I am so thankful. Yesterday, after our Recollection, I went home and took a rest. I fixed my things for our sleepover. Unexpectedly, me and my family had dinner with our relatives. Then, afterwards, I went at Ja's house. Omgsh, we did a lot of stuffs. I really enjoyed being with them. Ate everything! (Well, snacks as usual.) Took a plenty of photos. Watched a movie and whatever and whatever and whatever. Seriously, we didn't notice the time. TIME GOES BY SO FAST. 3am (February 25), goodnight! Hahaha! It was almost 9 in the morning when we woke up and had breakfast. Again, we took a lot of photos. :) Bonding experience with 'em was awesome! Like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:45pm, today, Margareth went here in our house. Shared tons of kwento which I haven't told her. We were so glad to see each other again. Bestbud also went here. So we've decided to have our dinner somewhere. And whoa! Shakey's magnetized us and had dinner. \m/ Again, that was UNEXPECTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, thank you! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Photos that were taken on Feb. 24-25 will be updated soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-5318305845012995808?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/5318305845012995808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=5318305845012995808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5318305845012995808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5318305845012995808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/02/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='Thank God It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-5954992680495943838</id><published>2011-02-24T17:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:50:52.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Great!</title><content type='html'>Just had our Recollection at Alagad ni Maria Seminary with my classmates and the fourth year high school students. Today went by so fast and I didn't expect a lot of happenings. Bro. Philip is so great! At first I thought our Recollection would be boring and a little bit whatever. Yet I'm wrong. We've shared a lot of experiences, trials and yes, we talked about God, our family, friends and etc. Hoping that everyone learned lessons. I learned something, after all the sufferings and pains that I had. Thank God. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our Recollection, I've noticed something. Something that was so.. ugh forget about it. Hahaha! I'm glad. Well, I miss the days when tying my shoes was the hardest thing to do. Now it's learning how to smile when everything inside tells me to cry. Who's emo? Just kidding. I'm so blessed that I have true friends. Ugh please, I wanna see Margareth Georgia Garcia right now! I miss her so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later, I'm going somewhere. God bless y'all! x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-5954992680495943838?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/5954992680495943838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=5954992680495943838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5954992680495943838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5954992680495943838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/02/feels-great.html' title='Feels Great!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-1230907475274417680</id><published>2011-02-19T18:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:55:28.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Promenade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--IcvaPqbwfw/TWI-bwXpV_I/AAAAAAAAERk/HXAxQg5wMv0/s1600/JS+Prom+%252844%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--IcvaPqbwfw/TWI-bwXpV_I/AAAAAAAAERk/HXAxQg5wMv0/s320/JS+Prom+%252844%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;February 18, 2011; one of the most unforgettable days of my life and the day I had a great yet a brand new experience. I will surely treasure every single moments that I had when we were having our first time Junior-Senior prom. So the time when I came to the venue, I was so glad to see my classmates wearing their outfits, the girls were so pretty and the boys were handsome! Hahaha! All of us were kinda nervous to present the 'cotillion' thingy and again, it was the first ever experience. This picture on the left side, happy with my girls. I couldn't&amp;nbsp;explain my feelings. Being so joyful after a lot of things happened. Thank you classmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the 'cotillion' thingy, dinner,&amp;nbsp;awarding, turn over ceremony and some important messages from the&amp;nbsp;administration. We, the Juniors and Seniors had a get together! Celebrated the prom night by dancing party stuffs and also, the slow dancing with the partners happened! My seven guy classmates invited me to dance with them. Flattered though. Haha! First time! All I can remember was my last dance Inggo, the one I always called "Pinsan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-upVucaV2lCo/TWJCVn1dw8I/AAAAAAAAERk/GMAWWg7g0uU/s1600/184695_1290860448987_1754541808_536554_983743_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-upVucaV2lCo/TWJCVn1dw8I/AAAAAAAAERk/GMAWWg7g0uU/s200/184695_1290860448987_1754541808_536554_983743_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tATXceWG8KM/TWJCWoIPflI/AAAAAAAAERk/6WKz_iAc5vs/s1600/JS+Prom+%252824%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tATXceWG8KM/TWJCWoIPflI/AAAAAAAAERk/6WKz_iAc5vs/s200/JS+Prom+%252824%2529.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yjXmVWgfMfI/TWJCg8K_3UI/AAAAAAAAERk/bBVoJtqbzcs/s1600/JS+Prom+%252827%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yjXmVWgfMfI/TWJCg8K_3UI/AAAAAAAAERk/bBVoJtqbzcs/s200/JS+Prom+%252827%2529.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fo46T1KYVfs/TWJChmgcI_I/AAAAAAAAERk/4D2ksX9FryA/s1600/JS+Prom+%252837%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fo46T1KYVfs/TWJChmgcI_I/AAAAAAAAERk/4D2ksX9FryA/s200/JS+Prom+%252837%2529.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Again, I had a great night! Thank you so much classmates for making my night awesome. The first time yet nice experience for the JS prom. Next time again, huh? I love it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-1230907475274417680?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/1230907475274417680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=1230907475274417680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/1230907475274417680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/1230907475274417680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/02/promenade.html' title='The Promenade.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--IcvaPqbwfw/TWI-bwXpV_I/AAAAAAAAERk/HXAxQg5wMv0/s72-c/JS+Prom+%252844%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-3105661573510667746</id><published>2011-01-31T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:57:25.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2011.</title><content type='html'>HELLO JANUARY 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1, we've celebrated the New Year's Day! Had so much fun. Yet I'm so lucky!&lt;br /&gt;January 2, had bonding with my family and the day I had my new hairdo. Kinda nervous because the next day.. school again! Resume of classes and I must go back to school after my operation.&lt;br /&gt;January 3, hi classmates, teachers and everyone! I'm back! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ashsaifhoashfiasjfoiasoicxhasufhashdoaijdisajdiosahdfashgdasiu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All I can say is, I just remembered the field trip thingy this month of January. I mean, this was the only thing that I remembered that I would share here. SHORT TERM MEMORY LOSS, please go away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FIELD TRIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-p3Lwnkm5b_0/TWDWivf8e9I/AAAAAAAAERk/p8VB8WRPMiA/s1600/166672_1550102954936_1305980501_31195044_6584498_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-p3Lwnkm5b_0/TWDWivf8e9I/AAAAAAAAERk/p8VB8WRPMiA/s200/166672_1550102954936_1305980501_31195044_6584498_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6IM3HFm3SAs/TWDWj6xZgZI/AAAAAAAAERk/XjrAuL36GVw/s1600/165655_1615209744913_1376415558_31479178_203843_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6IM3HFm3SAs/TWDWj6xZgZI/AAAAAAAAERk/XjrAuL36GVw/s200/165655_1615209744913_1376415558_31479178_203843_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LAhbAfHCqzI/TWDWlOhjo1I/AAAAAAAAERk/wtOtl-hF-t8/s1600/166665_1615184384279_1376415558_31479121_3830177_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LAhbAfHCqzI/TWDWlOhjo1I/AAAAAAAAERk/wtOtl-hF-t8/s200/166665_1615184384279_1376415558_31479121_3830177_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Borl4c5PCts/TWDWmIwfvoI/AAAAAAAAERk/1R3Y1s00X1M/s1600/167684_1785479724072_1451891366_1942470_112977_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Borl4c5PCts/TWDWmIwfvoI/AAAAAAAAERk/1R3Y1s00X1M/s200/167684_1785479724072_1451891366_1942470_112977_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fGCNYkshSHE/TWDWnc8__jI/AAAAAAAAERk/_NvvOmvFVCA/s1600/166691_185632988124095_100000321862260_535220_8223141_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fGCNYkshSHE/TWDWnc8__jI/AAAAAAAAERk/_NvvOmvFVCA/s200/166691_185632988124095_100000321862260_535220_8223141_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-39gJy0GcRj8/TWDWore7VQI/AAAAAAAAERk/OhVRVdaLGEU/s1600/179344_185633728124021_100000321862260_535227_6208179_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-39gJy0GcRj8/TWDWore7VQI/AAAAAAAAERk/OhVRVdaLGEU/s200/179344_185633728124021_100000321862260_535227_6208179_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Aqr2g0nQLYI/TWDWsncjHUI/AAAAAAAAERk/1nOFPuuiml4/s1600/180887_1550091514650_1305980501_31195007_5033344_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Aqr2g0nQLYI/TWDWsncjHUI/AAAAAAAAERk/1nOFPuuiml4/s200/180887_1550091514650_1305980501_31195007_5033344_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-T2kfzdxsZHU/TWDWuxZx4qI/AAAAAAAAERk/0i5eG2Tm80Q/s1600/166410_1785472883901_1451891366_1942439_5199156_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-T2kfzdxsZHU/TWDWuxZx4qI/AAAAAAAAERk/0i5eG2Tm80Q/s200/166410_1785472883901_1451891366_1942439_5199156_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Photos by: Some of my classmates who brought cameras and took photos! Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had so much fun there. We went at Divine Mercy National Shrine and Falcon Crest in Bulacan. I showed gratitude to God because he was giving me happiness. And at Falcon Crest, the first time I went for zip line, rappelling, wall climbing and other stuffs that we did. Not good for swimming = my head. Hahaha! Wall climbing for about two times! Thank you guys! Made my day! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-3105661573510667746?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/3105661573510667746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=3105661573510667746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3105661573510667746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3105661573510667746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-2011.html' title='January 2011.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-p3Lwnkm5b_0/TWDWivf8e9I/AAAAAAAAERk/p8VB8WRPMiA/s72-c/166672_1550102954936_1305980501_31195044_6584498_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-2417865368822860693</id><published>2010-12-31T18:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:59:54.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God, I'm Still Alive.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's been a long time since I opened my blogger and update it. First, I don't know how to start sharing everything I had this month. But then, I'm so glad that I'm still alive. I'm thankful that I still have my loving family, true friends and everyone who loves me the way I am. I had a lot of trials. I've been though a lot of challenges and yes, I'm still here; I'm still doing good. Well I guess my love ones were so happy because my operation was done, maybe my best friends were surprised because I still remember them yet what if some people were not happy, maybe they were shocked and they were asking themselves, "Buhay pa si Camille?", "Kilala niya pa kami?" or "Nakakainis, naging okay pa pagkatapos ng operation!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u2Apdpeo0es/TWDRpVd-RaI/AAAAAAAAERk/LkZOELEnCB0/s1600/tweets.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u2Apdpeo0es/TWDRpVd-RaI/AAAAAAAAERk/LkZOELEnCB0/s320/tweets.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Last tweets before I had an operation. I was so excited yet nervous.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haha! Thank God, He gave me another chance to live here with my beloved family &amp;amp; friends. Thank you so much. :) December 2010 will always be memorable. That day, I had my operation and that day after my operation, I woke up and prayed. Something that I wouldn't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of December, the last month of 2010; I am so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, December 8, Antipolo City celebrated fiesta. My classmates visited me. Yes! I saw them again. They made me so happy. Weeks passed by. Recovering.. recovering.. recovering. Yay! Christmas Party! Yay!&amp;nbsp;Misa de Gallo! Yay! Christmas! Yay! Last week of December! OH NO! Last day of the year 2010, after all the trials and challenges; happy moments; and everything. I'm so thankful.. God, I love you. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-2417865368822860693?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/2417865368822860693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=2417865368822860693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2417865368822860693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2417865368822860693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-god-im-still-alive.html' title='Thank God, I&apos;m Still Alive.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u2Apdpeo0es/TWDRpVd-RaI/AAAAAAAAERk/LkZOELEnCB0/s72-c/tweets.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-30964268232756974</id><published>2010-11-28T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:01:54.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Go.</title><content type='html'>November 28, 2010 - One of my best-est days again. I&amp;nbsp;just can't&amp;nbsp;get over about the things that happened this day. We celebrated our school's Family Day at Jamesville Resort. Performed a dance thingy with my classmates and that was so awesome!&amp;nbsp;Actually, our school had a raffle draw, there are a lot of stuffs to have and seriously, my raffle ticket was picked and I won a mini stove (I don't know the usual name). Though it's not a gadget, I am happy to have it. I guess it's useful&amp;nbsp;for some picnic stuffs?&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say I am so glad? GLAD GLAD GLAD LIKE SUPER DUPER OVER OH MY GOSH YEAH? K, thanks to my oh so lovable friends who made my day so perfect! Even though I can't post their names here (because they're too many), I am so thankful to have 'em. I love you guys! Super thank you to someone who brought me to my Lola's house. Had fun sharing stuffs and everything. Thanks for making me happy and making my day bright. REPEAT. REPEAT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I think as of now, this will be my last blog post. AS OF NOW. Due to my health condition, I'll be having my operation this coming December 1. That was the final decision came from my doctor. Oh happiness, please don't go away. I need you. I want you. I love you. Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-30964268232756974?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/30964268232756974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=30964268232756974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/30964268232756974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/30964268232756974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/11/please-dont-go.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Go.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-6860913156402694169</id><published>2010-11-17T17:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:04:15.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou Shall Not Give Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdRM4YaTD3I/TQ8erRZ_ymI/AAAAAAAAERk/K9r0W0CvRF8/s1600/tumblr_ldpbm8fdkO1qcdx96o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdRM4YaTD3I/TQ8erRZ_ymI/AAAAAAAAERk/K9r0W0CvRF8/s320/tumblr_ldpbm8fdkO1qcdx96o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What is life? Could you please answer this question? I felt the worst feeling ever today. Haven't updated my blog since the past weeks, I guess. But seriously, November 8 - 12, 2010 will always be a part of me. Those days made me smile, those days didn't let me feel so alone and those days helped me to cherish every single things I had. Thanks to the people who made me happy. Life, I understand you. Sometimes you make me feel happy but there are times you make me feel so sad. I accept the fact that, we weren't perfect. We'll encounter a lot of challenges in our life yet I trust God. These past few days, I can't even understand what's happening. My operation was re-scheduled again; I feel so asdfghjkl; and everything that could make me feel lonely happened these past days. What shall I do? Psh, thou shall not give up. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ehm yeah, can I just say I look so stupid right now because of my blog post? Blah, I am not emotional though I feel so forever alone today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-6860913156402694169?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/6860913156402694169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=6860913156402694169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6860913156402694169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6860913156402694169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/11/thou-shall-not-give-up_17.html' title='Thou Shall Not Give Up.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdRM4YaTD3I/TQ8erRZ_ymI/AAAAAAAAERk/K9r0W0CvRF8/s72-c/tumblr_ldpbm8fdkO1qcdx96o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-8061629533339981496</id><published>2010-11-02T11:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:06:59.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherished.</title><content type='html'>I've never been so happy when 2010 started but when time passed by so fast and my birthday was already coming. My heart goes tugs tugs tugs. I mean, I was so excited to be with my love ones. Hopefully, God gave me a great and memorable days these October 29 &amp;amp; 30, 2010. Couldn't get over about the things that made me happy. October 29, I was with Charlene and Rap. Celebrating my advance birthday. We went at SM Marikina. Did a lot of crazy stuffs. And also we went at Sta. Lucia. Gosh, I really enjoyed having fun with them. The next day, October 30. I had so much fun with my friends again. I was with Kath, Ja, Hazel and Kate. Went at SM Megamall. Heehee! Joined the halloween thingy there. I just can't get over about that. That day, I was very happy and at the same time, contented. :) I've also celebrated my birthday the night of October 30 with some of our Titas and Titos and friends. :) Can I just say, those days were one of my best days of my life? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-8061629533339981496?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/8061629533339981496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=8061629533339981496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8061629533339981496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8061629533339981496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-est-days-so-far.html' title='Cherished.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-7538389556577092253</id><published>2010-09-23T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:10:44.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>After a week, I am now updating my site. I miss you my dear Blogger. Gah, I'm so tired due to a lot of things I did today and yesterday. Had our Science Exhibit yesterday and we had a blast! We do really enjoyed the day with our schoolmates from Nursery up to 4th year. Then, in the afternoon before we go home, headache came and I cried 'cause I felt I am barely breathing that time! Good thing, my classmates were there and our adviser helped me. Thank God, I became okay immediately. But before I go home, Macy just made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some of our photos in our Science Exhibit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-44qqcq2ZwwA/TJs0EdaEdoI/AAAAAAAAERk/Dyc9j49mInA/s1600/61166_1596314555061_1451891366_1553938_69005_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-44qqcq2ZwwA/TJs0EdaEdoI/AAAAAAAAERk/Dyc9j49mInA/s200/61166_1596314555061_1451891366_1553938_69005_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GF-42Z12vDw/TJsze6RFHjI/AAAAAAAAERk/lvtJQNpXkxU/s1600/61005_162732367070122_100000000796592_543202_3265543_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GF-42Z12vDw/TJsze6RFHjI/AAAAAAAAERk/lvtJQNpXkxU/s200/61005_162732367070122_100000000796592_543202_3265543_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3ml761RVFnQ/TJszbsC06SI/AAAAAAAAERk/vhC2KirgcXY/s1600/61005_162732287070130_100000000796592_543180_199712_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3ml761RVFnQ/TJszbsC06SI/AAAAAAAAERk/vhC2KirgcXY/s200/61005_162732287070130_100000000796592_543180_199712_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, today was a tough day for me. Though I did my homework last night,  I still went to school at exactly 7am. I was too lazy to wake up lately  this morning. I was so tired. -________- But someone just made my day.  Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-7538389556577092253?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/7538389556577092253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=7538389556577092253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7538389556577092253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7538389556577092253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/09/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-44qqcq2ZwwA/TJs0EdaEdoI/AAAAAAAAERk/Dyc9j49mInA/s72-c/61166_1596314555061_1451891366_1553938_69005_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-5282240078519863624</id><published>2010-09-17T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:12:35.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss The Way We Used To Be.</title><content type='html'>Had a random moments with my classmates and some of my schoolmates today. I must share that I laughed so hard after Ino's talent because something happened. I just couldn't believe it happened. HAHA lost the singing potential lately because I wasn't ready to sing in front of the audience. But it was still okay, I'm not one of the Mr. &amp;amp; Ms. Science's contestants. And OMG, we've presented our Interpretative Dance before that talent portion. It was a blast! I really enjoyed it though we were serious doing that thingy on stage! DEAD TIRED today but I'm still happy. You know why? HAHA someone just made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, me misses someone. :( I hope that person miss me too. I've read again my horoscope in Candy Mag. I'm not a huge fan of horoscopes but sometimes I tend to read those stuffs and believe it because it happens. Also, when I was in school, there was a newspaper that has a horoscope thingy. I read it. It happened today! I swear. Blah, I haven't pass my essay for the Chinoy something. Too busy so I didn't have a free time to do it. I think there will be a greater opportunity for me soon! Ateneo de Manila University will always be my favorite college school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. I really really really really miss the way you/we used to be. Can you/we take it back?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-5282240078519863624?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/5282240078519863624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=5282240078519863624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5282240078519863624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/5282240078519863624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-miss-way-we-used-to-be.html' title='I Miss The Way We Used To Be.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-3641747383106792024</id><published>2010-09-14T19:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:14:00.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalalalalala.</title><content type='html'>Had our practice lately for the Interpretative Dance. Also, Ino's talent and Kath's talent for their talent portion on Friday. Ino just replaced the music but it's okay. HAHA I'm dead tired yet I had a great day with them. Though my head was aching, I still tried to practice for those stuffs just to have a nice and awesome presentation! Blah, I must ignore something here. Kidding! I hope on Friday, our presentations would be great than the last presentation we had in Buwan ng Wika. Me so tired but then, I forgot to copy the homework in Trigonometry. It sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't find the way back home, 'cause you're driving me crazy." - What's up with this thingy? HAHA I kept on laughing when I heard this stuff and it made me feel so alive! By the way, I'm having fun reminiscing the things happened last Sunday. I was with my cousins and I had a nice day. We had an adventure and guess what? THAT WAS AWESOME! I hope we can go out again, far from Antipolo City! I do really love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-3641747383106792024?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/3641747383106792024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=3641747383106792024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3641747383106792024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3641747383106792024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/09/please-be-careful-with-my-heart.html' title='Lalalalalalala.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-6236668625869724866</id><published>2010-09-10T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:47:35.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S M I L E.</title><content type='html'>After a few days, I shall now post something here on my site. Yeah, it's been fun reminiscing. Everything that happened this week were quiet annoying. HAHA kidding. No, I'm so happy to go to school everyday. Thinking of some happy thoughts when I was a kid. Ghad, do I look like I'm okay? HAHA say YES. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flalala, listening to my favorite songs. Today is a holiday but we still watched the "Batang Rizal" at the Ynares Center. Went there at exactly 8:30am yet the show started at 10:20am. HAHA and OMG there are a lot of students from different schools attended. Had fun with some of my classmates and I enjoyed it. Then after the show, me and Cheska went at McDo because we were kinda hungry. And after that, we went home. I saw Ate Punggay and Koko when we were inside the tricycle. Aww happiness! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"My mind can easily  tell me I'll never be with you. But then there's my heart, and it will  fight until we discover the way to where you are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-6236668625869724866?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/6236668625869724866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=6236668625869724866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6236668625869724866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6236668625869724866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/09/s-m-i-l-e.html' title='S M I L E.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-4321138925027925155</id><published>2010-08-31T18:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:46:37.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Someone Right Now.</title><content type='html'>Ugh, what a nice day. It's not actually super nice nor not so nice.. it's just a normal day for me with my friends. Woke up too early in the morning just to take my herbal med and to prepare myself because I went to school this day. I was probably too excited to go to school. Why? I. Don't. Know. Why. Maybe because I wanna see my classmates again. K, new seat plan, new seatmate! HAHA and lately, we went outside our school to take merienda, I'm with Kath, Ja, Frances, Clarizza, Ino and Marvin. I saw my cousin too and those things really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NmmXiyXWRIk/TJNBrzmb_sI/AAAAAAAAERk/ppeSVujZT84/s1600/Selena+Gomez+%25288%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NmmXiyXWRIk/TJNBrzmb_sI/AAAAAAAAERk/ppeSVujZT84/s200/Selena+Gomez+%25288%2529.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, yesterday.. went to SM Megamall with my family. Just had fun and I enjoyed the day with them. I bought a Candy Mag (which is my favorite magazine so far), Selena Gomez's album "Kiss &amp;amp; Tell" &amp;amp; Taylor Swift's album "Fearless" Platinum Edition and two new unique shirts. It was Monday and I was happy that I started my week good and awesome! How nice it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, RANDOM. I've been missing everything in my grade school days. I don't understand why but every stuffs from it flashes back on my mind. I miss my former classmates who made me laugh, cry and even who made me angry. I still remember my former teachers who were there to teach us different but great lessons. Though grade school memories are differ from now, I'm still thankful that I had my good classmates, nice teachers, grade school subjects and everything! I do love to treasure good things from the past and hopefully, it could help me to live my life to the fullest and to have a great inspirations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-4321138925027925155?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/4321138925027925155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=4321138925027925155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/4321138925027925155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/4321138925027925155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/08/having-those-moments-where-you-miss.html' title='I Miss Someone Right Now.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NmmXiyXWRIk/TJNBrzmb_sI/AAAAAAAAERk/ppeSVujZT84/s72-c/Selena+Gomez+%25288%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-3263814594164909205</id><published>2010-08-24T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:17:19.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I've Expected.</title><content type='html'>A bit tired. Attended the class this morning and afternoon. Did nothing with my classmates, they just had the wrong response from their test papers in different subjects. At first, I'm kinda worried about something and I'm pissed off because someone ruined everything. Something bothers me a lot and I'm really mad about it. Ugh, a little bit headache and as I've expected, I'm having a small problem and I hope it won't turn as a big problem. Tomorrow, we'll be having our practice for the Sabayang Pagbigkas, I think. Due to a lot of busy stuffs, some of my classmates were one of the players from different sports. And OMG, few of my classmates have a cold, cough, fever and etc. So, get well soon guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-3263814594164909205?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/3263814594164909205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=3263814594164909205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3263814594164909205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3263814594164909205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-ive-expected.html' title='As I&apos;ve Expected.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-746393266878168098</id><published>2010-08-16T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:17:24.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Shall I Do Today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PCbEYNspObQ/TGjUKR5Jy4I/AAAAAAAAERk/SInF577Vlfc/s1600/Selena+Gomez+%25283%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PCbEYNspObQ/TGjUKR5Jy4I/AAAAAAAAERk/SInF577Vlfc/s200/Selena+Gomez+%25283%2529.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K, today's Monday and I'm excused for our Quarterly Test. I will go back to school again on Friday. Due to a lot of happenings my teachers just told me that I am excused for the exam and they only gave me different assignments and projects. Filipino was the only subject I joined for taking its Mastery Tests. It's okay but I'm a bit worried because I have a short term memory lost. Ugh, I wish I could take it away! HAHA I do miss Selena Gomez and the fact that I wanna watch her movie Ramona and Beezus but then, I think the movie is still not available here in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I went to my school to pass my projects and to take the long quiz in Filipino. I passed my projects in Arts and P.E. but unfortunately I haven't take the long quiz. Ms. Maricar told me that she's busy that time so we've decided to reschedule the long quiz on Thursday. After 30 - 45 minutes (I guess), I came home and I felt so happy because I saw my classmates again this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming Wednesday, I'll be having MRI for my AV Malformation. Please pray for me. I trust God. He is good. Thank you.&lt;b&gt; P.S. I love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-746393266878168098?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/746393266878168098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=746393266878168098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/746393266878168098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/746393266878168098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-shall-i-do-today.html' title='What Shall I Do Today?'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PCbEYNspObQ/TGjUKR5Jy4I/AAAAAAAAERk/SInF577Vlfc/s72-c/Selena+Gomez+%25283%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-3497744195780879036</id><published>2010-08-14T10:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:17:28.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Trust God.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I'm back and I shall continue writing different stuffs about everything with the butterflies fly away on my Blogger. K, what's up about the words I'm telling you! Shall I start or what? HAHA I'm a bit nervous sharing the things I've been through these past days and months. I just consider myself as a girl who is still recovering from her past health problems. I know I can do this and I really trust God. He is always there for me and for you. :) K, lemme start the days and the stories I had with my blood clot and AV malformation (Everyone knows these stuffs about me.. family, friends, classmates, schoolmates, relatives and many people, which I felt they knew me and they always pray for me. Love you guys!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was June 25 when I started to have a very serious and painful headache. It wasn't just a normal headache, that time I was in my school and my classmates and my teachers were shocked. At first, they thought I have a&amp;nbsp;migraine. In the evening of that day, I decided to go to the doctor. The nurses gave me "pampatulog" and I slept from Friday up to Monday which was on June 28. That day, they sent me at National Children's Hospital and they found out that I have a blood clot. I couldn't stop crying because of that painful headache. June 29 - July 1 I was in the ICU, it was too painful and I don't know what to do. I slept.. and slept.. and slept. July 2, the doctors and nurses transferred me on the said private room, thank God I did a great job in the ICU. July 2 - July 7, I'm in our private room and the nurses still gave me a&amp;nbsp;dextrose, left hand.. right hand.. then left.. and right. I guess that time when the nurses put a dextrose to me, I was get used to it. We went home on July 7 in the afternoon and after that I just relax and took a long rest up to July 26. July 27 - July 29, I had my Angiogram at Manila Doctors Hospital. I met my doctor and the nurses that gave me a huge smile and I really enjoyed it even though Angiogram was quite.. ouch! :) July 30 - August 2, I still missed my classmates either my schoolmates and teachers in my school. Hoping for a fast recovery so that I can go again to school. Thank God, the doctor at Cardinal Santos Medical Center said that I can now go to school but &amp;nbsp;there are some things that I shouldn't do. August 3, I went to Roniel's house for his birthday, some of my classmates were there and they were really shocked to see me again. I told the 5 of them that I will go to school on August 4 which was the next day. After that, August 4, I went to my school and most of my classmates were shocked.. again! I missed them so much! And until now I still go to school except for the Quarterly Test because I am excused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, right now, I just remember what was my language on June 28 - July 16, my parents told me either my brother that I spoke in a fluent english on those days. Ugh, what a nice story.. either my friends told me about that. K, fluent? K, thanks though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-3497744195780879036?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/3497744195780879036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=3497744195780879036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3497744195780879036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3497744195780879036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-trust-god.html' title='I Trust God.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-2175300009941154829</id><published>2010-06-19T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:19:40.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School.</title><content type='html'>K, I want to share something with you guys. It's about my experiences these past few days at school. As I've said, June 15 was our first day of school. But before that day, I am very excited to see my classmates again either my teachers and schoolmates. Uhm, I shall start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 15, 2010 - I woke up at exactly 5:30am, the fact that I was so excited yet nervous for the first day of classes and I really wanted to see all of them. I really expected that my classmates and I will have an awkward feelings at first and yeah, it happened. As usual we were quiet and shocked because our advisers are a bit new for us. Ms. Karen and Ms. Erika, our new advisers for the school year 2010-2011. Gah, and what the eff, we've just elected our class officers. I am one of them. Will you believe me if I say I am the muse of our class? Lame. So much for that, after our class, me and Ja went to Kath's house and I came home in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 16 - Second day and the orientation day for our teachers specially the subjects. Blah, I hate introducing myself, I feel very uneasy if I did that. So, our new teachers are nice though we are still having some adjustments. We do miss our old teachers who left our school. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 17 - Seriously, I get too nervous when our teachers will call somebody and tell the answers but good thing, I can recite well and I know some of the answers. Thank God, he always guide me. :) And yeah, this day was a rough day for me. Someone kept on ignoring me without any reason. I don't know what's happening to that person. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 18 - TGIF. Had our club selling. I don't know what club should I join. Can I join NO club? Blaaah, been there and I enjoyed laughing with my friends. :) But unfortunately, when our classes were done and dismissal time, Hazel was there but I didn't get to talk to her because my service was there. I got pissed so I came home with a teary eyes. :( I don't know what to do next. Blaah, and when I got home, I opened my computer and wtf, there was no internet connection. Bv. But afterwards, we went to Volare for dinner, it was my brother's birthday. Good vibes again. I hope my internet will get back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhu and today, I want to go to Megamall for the ToyCon with some of my friends. Unluckily, I can't make it. Ghad, celebration of my brother's birthday and also my cousin's birthday too. Gah, wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-2175300009941154829?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/2175300009941154829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=2175300009941154829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2175300009941154829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2175300009941154829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-6148549644532840877</id><published>2010-06-13T14:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:19:24.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Goes Sha La La La La!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-elz9_6oAMek/TBRwb3YzDzI/AAAAAAAAERk/osq3hEvLvk0/s1600/4501894042_3bdea1d0e1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-elz9_6oAMek/TBRwb3YzDzI/AAAAAAAAERk/osq3hEvLvk0/s200/4501894042_3bdea1d0e1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the thing.. I'm all alone at home again. Due to some reasons, I wasn't able to go out with my parents and my brother. I'm craving for doughnuts and at the same time I can't wait to watch Ramona and Beezus soon! I'm listening to Avril Lavigne's songs since yesterday. I missed her voice. And right now, her songs in her 'Under My Skin' album are playing on my iTunes and a while ago, I just realized that she has a verified account on Twitter! There was a shock! :) Follow her, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/AvrilLavigne"&gt;@AvrilLavigne&lt;/a&gt;. OMG what a reminisce, I just remember that when I was in [I think] Grade 5 or 6, I kept on saying to my classmates/friends that I am the "Sk8ergirl", "Punk Princess", "Avie" and etc. Ugh, that was.. disturbing. But, for me, the best album of Avril was "Let Go" but I still love the other albums of her. I do really love her although sometimes, I go for Selena Gomez or other celebrities, but that's normal. As long as I have them as my inspirations, I won't stop supporting and loving them. That's the sweetest thing! And hell yeah! Today's Sunday! :( Last Sunday for my summer. Tuesday, June 15.. I'mma go back to school. HAHA how many times did I share that with you guys? Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, PBB's Big Night will be held at Ynares Center, Antipolo City.&amp;nbsp;Golly, I want to watch it. Ghad, I think all of the Antipoleños will be there. Same faces? It's okay, that would be great! XD Let's go for Lyan, Fretzie and James! :"&amp;gt; James, oh well. His accent makes my heart goes sha la la la la. Kbye, wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-6148549644532840877?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/6148549644532840877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=6148549644532840877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6148549644532840877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6148549644532840877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-heart-goes-sha-la-la-la-la.html' title='My Heart Goes Sha La La La La!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-elz9_6oAMek/TBRwb3YzDzI/AAAAAAAAERk/osq3hEvLvk0/s72-c/4501894042_3bdea1d0e1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-8099391426445436019</id><published>2010-06-12T17:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:19:02.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Karma Do The Job.</title><content type='html'>Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I'm waiting for miracles. Kidding! So I want to spray an insect repellent right now. I hate those [blood-sucking] arthropods! I can't tell you the whole story but I'm really pissed off. :| They suck blood. They're not vampires though. HAHA loser, loser, double loser, whatever, as if, get the picture, duh! *sigh* I just can't wait to go to school again yet I'm kinda nervous. :| I had an accomplishment again! Guess what? :) Uhm, I am so happy.. really, really, really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I talked to Ate Aly last night, she sent a message to me and luckily, she wasn't busy that time. She told me something about her ex-best friend who keeps on imitating her and talking behind her back and because of that some of her friends decided to stay away from her. But good thing, her boyfriend didn't leave her and he also explained to Aly's friends about what was happening recently. I hope everything's fine now. &amp;nbsp;She was really mad about it but I just said, "Karma will do the job. Don't worry about it." I was really terrified. :| Ugh, I'm still forcing Aly to create an account on Facebook. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia was evicted last night on PBB. *bow*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-8099391426445436019?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/8099391426445436019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=8099391426445436019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8099391426445436019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8099391426445436019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/06/let-karma-do-job.html' title='Let The Karma Do The Job.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-6733969869774220244</id><published>2010-06-09T18:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T19:31:29.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Star, Fall Down On Me.</title><content type='html'>My trek has always been one through the stars. As far as I could remember, I looked to the stars for my hopes, my dreams, my inspirations, and my challenges. Sometimes I sit on my little star and look back to see how far I have come in my life. From here I see all the obstacles I have already overcome and the greatness I have achieved. For some people this might be enough, but not mine; I must look to the stars and to my next dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I have decided on a new dream, I start taking the steps needed to obtain this dream. I work long and hard planning how to get the next star, the next&amp;nbsp;lofty&amp;nbsp;goal which is too far aways for anyone else to reach. Then, I jump just barely grabbing the next star, the next impossible dream. I slowly pull and I fight to hold on to the new star. After the some time, I am able to sit on this star like the last one. I then gain the self-confidence for this accomplishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-6733969869774220244?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/6733969869774220244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=6733969869774220244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6733969869774220244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/6733969869774220244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-star-fall-down-on-me.html' title='Oh Star, Fall Down On Me.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-3456441789242265112</id><published>2010-06-07T17:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:44:18.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Needs Inspiration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: 22px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But unlike you, I can't just walk away. I can't simply forget what we had. It's not that easy for me to let go of something that was such a huge part of my life. I guess it really mattered to me. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dying. :( I need someone to talk to. D'oh! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hUAu1pzc9vM/TAy6ejkKjyI/AAAAAAAAERk/DX0RiyHsB_s/s1600/tumblr_l3m2t8MPJL1qamptko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hUAu1pzc9vM/TAy6ejkKjyI/AAAAAAAAERk/DX0RiyHsB_s/s320/tumblr_l3m2t8MPJL1qamptko1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, what's up with the anonymous thingy on my formspring? I wonder who made that. HAHA so Bryan and Roniel just encouraged me to join them for the Toycon. Ghad, Ashley and Alodia Gosiengfiao! XD Hayy, I remember someone tuloy. :( *crickets chirping* Shizz, what shall I do? I'm bored and bored and bored and walang katapusan na BORED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-3456441789242265112?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/3456441789242265112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=3456441789242265112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3456441789242265112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/3456441789242265112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/06/but-unlike-you-i-cant-just-walk-away.html' title='Everybody Needs Inspiration.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hUAu1pzc9vM/TAy6ejkKjyI/AAAAAAAAERk/DX0RiyHsB_s/s72-c/tumblr_l3m2t8MPJL1qamptko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-1261553777498408525</id><published>2010-06-06T17:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:17:56.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want a Shooting Star.</title><content type='html'>And I'm so back! :) I'm loving the weather. Hayy, summer is overrr? It was been a long and hot summer for me. I had a memorable summer, even though I just stayed at home. =)) It was memorable because.. nothing. &amp;nbsp;:"&amp;gt; :"&amp;gt; HAHA So I've watched Wizards of Waverly Place a while ago and I liked their new season! Selena Gomez is so pretty, David Henrie is so hot and Jake T. Austin is.. still.. their.. brother. XDDD I just wanna share that yesterday it was a lonely day for me because I was left alone here. My dad and my brother went to Quezon while my mom was at her work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I feel I'm almost ran out of words. =)) Uhm.. so the thing is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if someone [close friend or family] told you, "Dagdag pasakit ka pa sa problema ko." ? What will you feel? What will be your reaction? Di ba, it's super duper effin' ouch. I know all of us have problems, maliit man or malaki. Kaso kaya nga may mga&lt;i&gt; loved ones&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;para magtulungan, magkaisa and magmahalan, am I right? Kaso ang sakit pala &amp;nbsp;pag ganon nasabi sa'yo. :( But I do understand when there are times na parang hirap na hirap ka na about that prob so sometimes nasasabi mo ung line na un to someone pero it's never meant [sometimes]. I just wanted to tell you guys that we should be careful about the words coming from our mouth. I don't have an enemy or hater or whatever. I just want you to be more responsible about your words. And because of that, sometimes, we just can't hide our feelings especially when we feel bad and the fact that we just blame it to other people.&amp;nbsp;I know all of us were not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us live and move in harmony. Let us grow together. Let us cherish the wisdom that we have acquired together. Let us live in complete harmony without any misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letmewishuponastar.tumblr.com/photo/1280/665775073/1/tumblr_l3j2etigYq1qar8jd" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://letmewishuponastar.tumblr.com/photo/1280/665775073/1/tumblr_l3j2etigYq1qar8jd" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( via &lt;a href="http://threestrikesyoureout.tumblr.com/"&gt;threestrikesyoureout&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA Can't get over about this post on Tumblr. Isn't is sooo cuute? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-1261553777498408525?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/1261553777498408525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=1261553777498408525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/1261553777498408525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/1261553777498408525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want-shooting-star.html' title='I Want a Shooting Star.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-7941955390713717759</id><published>2010-05-30T21:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:15:57.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blue Eyes.</title><content type='html'>GV to the maxxx. Isn't it great? :) I just wanna share good vibes lang naman. Soooooooo I had my haircut lately. Yeah, I decided to have a new hairstyle. It's simple but I'm comfortable with it. Super seriously, my last haircut was on February pa, kaya my hair grew.. then grew.. and grew and I swear, it was the longest hair I've ever had, for now. Uhm, me likey my new hair. :"&amp;gt; I was with my Mom that time and I should consider that as our bonding because she had her haircut too and we were together. Well, I'm inspired since yesterday? Someone told me that my blog is good and it's well done. HAHA sino kaya 'yon? I'm flattered kasi eh and I'm happy that even few people appreciate my site esp. my posts. *sigh* I got LSS with the song "Baby Blue Eyes", I knew that song na medyo matagal na but Gianna knows the song too. Eh I rarely listen to that song formerly, so I decided to listen to that song. K, I liked the song and its lyrics. Inspired na naman ako. Bakit? :| Either me, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA currently.. I'm eating burger. So you want some? &amp;nbsp;Why am I thin? I ate a lot of foods naman everyday since the first day of summer. But whyyyy am I still thin? :| Is it because I have high metabolism? or what? And now, I want vegetable salad. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Kuntento na ako kahit ikaw lang maging&amp;nbsp;best friend&amp;nbsp;ko sa buong buhay ko. Sinusumpa at itinataga ko sa bato ko na loyal at sa'yo lang talaga ako."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Curious about this supercalifragilisticexpialidocious deep tagalog words and where did it came from? I shall answer this. My best friend made this and she sent it to me. I'm lucky because I have a best friend like her even though our only communication are cellphone and internet and we seldom see each other, same as my other best friends who live far from us. I know, mas maganda ang personal bonding but that's the only things we have, hindi naman ako umaangal kasi nandyan na yet I do cherish everything, from kalokohan messages to sweet messages. :) I still love them. I will love them until the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo... Till my next post. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-7941955390713717759?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/7941955390713717759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=7941955390713717759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7941955390713717759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/7941955390713717759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-blue-eyes.html' title='Baby Blue Eyes.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-2729506667469977699</id><published>2010-05-29T17:51:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:15:50.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day.</title><content type='html'>Why is it so hard to multi-task things? It's hard for me, the fact that I can't concentrate on that particular stuff or task. :'( Someone told me that multi-tasking is good, so I'm trying to do that but boo-hoo, I can't. Gosh, I feel so sleepy but I can't sleep. I want to sleep but no, thanks. :| Am I weird? insane? odd? I'm singing different songs.. remix.. remix.. my own remix. :"&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I want to go somewhere. Bored yesterday, fine today, ____ on the next days? NO. Buti nalang, I have load so I can text everyone. :) I slept at 1:30am last night. Ayos 'no? And because of that, ang sakit ng ulo ko pagkagising. =)) So niyaya ako ng mga friends/classmates ko na maggala before magpasukan uli. :) I wish we were many para mas enjoy, few of our classmates kasi will transfer to another school kaya they're planning na magsaya ng magkakasama pa kami. I feel so sad. Tapos, I was&amp;nbsp;left alone here but seriously, I saw something on Fb that really made my day and it made me smile. &lt;i&gt;Oh star, fall down on me, let me wish upon you&lt;/i&gt;. Last 6 days and I'm ready to die. Joke! Last 2 weeks and I'm ready to go to school again. Wish me/us luck. 3rd year high school and the time was going too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l32w6tiMZC1qadq8bo1_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l32w6tiMZC1qadq8bo1_250.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( via &lt;a href="http://sesennn.tumblr.com/"&gt;sesennn&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on Tumblr and it made me laugh. =)) Panaginip lang pala. It was terrified, akala ko talaga kung ano 'yan but I experienced this twice! I miss Baby Chi. Kbye. =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-2729506667469977699?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/2729506667469977699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=2729506667469977699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2729506667469977699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2729506667469977699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-star.html' title='What a Day.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-8981257659870687075</id><published>2010-05-27T16:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:15:46.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say It Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been a while since I wrote something on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So here's the thing.. I'm so excited to go to school again and this feeling is effin' weird. Last Sunday, we went to the mall and we bought things for school. My brother and I bought new bags, new shoes, new everything. HAHA so masaya talaga 'pag pasukan and I really want to see my classmates and my schoolmates again. Gonna say 'hi' to our new teachers isn't so good because I feel too shy specially kapag first day/week. Whatever, so a while ago, I organized my books and I've put on it the designated labels and my name. Also, I just watched HSM 3.. my brother forced me to watch it again, so I did.&amp;nbsp;I always feel really comfortable whenever I'm using our TV. My dad and my mom bought a new LCD TV last Monday. Hayy, it was great. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days, I wasn't too lazy to update my sites except Blogger, I just downloaded new songs, videos, and etc. Lately, Avril Lavigne's songs accidentally played on my iTunes. Ohhh, I miss her voice like oh my gosh and I miss her.. as in herself. :) Can't wait for the rainy days! It rained this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-8981257659870687075?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/8981257659870687075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=8981257659870687075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8981257659870687075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/8981257659870687075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/05/say-it-again.html' title='Say It Again.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084057782163697485.post-2573883002289136800</id><published>2010-05-14T19:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:15:37.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay Lang, Sanay Na Ako.</title><content type='html'>K, seriously I feel so uneasy today. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my brother slept at our lola's house for about two days. Because of some happenings, we've decided to stay there. We had fun although there are times we got too bored. *sigh* Since my charger was missing, I looked for it and asked my lolo, then after two months, I found it! Blahblahblah ~ it made me smile. Yeah, I wasn't able to use internet but fortunately, we came home this morning and I'm a bit surprised. Why? SECRET. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LnjI8Ne_4Yk/S-0z1u8gE7I/AAAAAAAAERk/vRJKm2-N7sY/s1600/tumblr_l2cnwgamAl1qbrl4jo1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LnjI8Ne_4Yk/S-0z1u8gE7I/AAAAAAAAERk/vRJKm2-N7sY/s1600/tumblr_l2cnwgamAl1qbrl4jo1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just noticed that today is Friday and few more weeks to go.. we're going to school again and I will miss someone. I will really, really miss someone. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FPRUThPutps/S-00MCx9FUI/AAAAAAAAERk/dnnv2xPlmsM/s1600/tumblr_l2e9ofxh5B1qzj2xxo1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FPRUThPutps/S-00MCx9FUI/AAAAAAAAERk/dnnv2xPlmsM/s320/tumblr_l2e9ofxh5B1qzj2xxo1_400.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just customized/edited my Tumblr layout. I'm bored.. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Stars.. stars.. stars. :( I remembered last Saturday, me and my mom saw a shooting star, I swear. I wished on it and afterwards, I doubted and asked my mom, "Is that a shooting star?" My mom said, "Yes." Hahaha! So it is. I'm so lucky, I mean.. we are. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084057782163697485-2573883002289136800?l=caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/feeds/2573883002289136800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084057782163697485&amp;postID=2573883002289136800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2573883002289136800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084057782163697485/posts/default/2573883002289136800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaamillecoronado.blogspot.com/2010/05/okay-lang-sanay-na-ako.html' title='Okay Lang, Sanay Na Ako.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258810955045543165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ly0SZW70Jk/TxZpZntxBxI/AAAAAAAAGBc/4bLVcn_YRoA/s220/GEDC1298.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LnjI8Ne_4Yk/S-0z1u8gE7I/AAAAAAAAERk/vRJKm2-N7sY/s72-c/tumblr_l2cnwgamAl1qbrl4jo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
