tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8369611987775916252024-02-06T21:29:59.597-08:00Euphoria The SecondChazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-90457347136137397052009-03-26T03:02:00.001-07:002009-03-26T03:22:00.077-07:00This is dedicated to my friend Jerrah Mae Anglo (Happy happy 17th Birthday!)<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeAgC2vKdX7xHf_hAg32IZCdIv36URAk4po2OWsIBs23cXl6hf-Tdi5UPhfbJvhCwVaSDII99bp08HibXsOiEyPB06rTjHTzpvEFAvK4HX_GxLn_uAEurd3C6NxnpYj2gGJu8rl9WPqm0/s1600-h/25032009619-small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeAgC2vKdX7xHf_hAg32IZCdIv36URAk4po2OWsIBs23cXl6hf-Tdi5UPhfbJvhCwVaSDII99bp08HibXsOiEyPB06rTjHTzpvEFAvK4HX_GxLn_uAEurd3C6NxnpYj2gGJu8rl9WPqm0/s320/25032009619-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317435046675921458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jerrah Mae Anglo is my friend who just celebrated her 17th birthday yesterday. She lives in San Juan, Noveleta, Cavite. Just a little background of her life: She was born on March 25, 1992 by parents Elpidio and Evelyn Anglo and she's the youngest among three children. Her siblings are Julius Ceasar Anglo and Jessah Mae Anglo. This girl is one-of-a-kind and a certified party animal. She's a bit annoying sometimes, but her crazy attitude can make you laugh for like, an hour. I'm not exaggerating but it's certainly true. I love this girl to death! She's so straightforward and really amazing. She's frank. She likes to eat. She likes fashion. She is super addicted to Twilight! We call her Rihanna, because way back in our high-school days, her hair cut is similar to the pop superstar Rihanna and it was dyed jet black. She finished her Elementary at Patnubay Academy, her high-school at St. Mary Magdalene School (she's my schoolmate) and she's now taking up BS Psychology at St. Scholastica's College. She's my friend ever since second year high-school and I'm glad we're still friends in our college years. She's got three group of friends: The HepHeps (that's us!), Mean Girls (her college friends) and Bebe (her other high-school friends) but she swears that we're the best among the rest and we truly believe that.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Just a little story of what happened yesterday....<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">We arrived at her place at 2:30 PM. It was a hot, irritating weather but we don't mind - as long as we're going to have fun at her place for hours. She welcomed us, wearing only her skimpy mini shorts and her Bart Simpson De-stress tee. She looks chubby - maybe because she likes eating a lot. Rachelle, Me and Camille are the first ones who arrived and we're waiting for our two friends to come - that's Erika and Rizaldy. Jemay or Memay (as we call her), texted our other friend, Regine to come but due to some misunderstandings yesterday, she unfortunately didn't make it. Okay, let's just forget about it. </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">When Zaldy came, we played a few rounds of Uno Cards. It was gambling but only a peso is involved to those who will win the game. The rule of the game is to show your colored card (for example, it is a red card) and the next person who will show his/her card would have to put a similar red card on the table. If you don't have any red cards, then you have to pick on the remaining cards that are not given to you. If you have seen the content remaining cards, you have to get it to increase the number of your cards. A player with only a card left in his/her hand would have to shout "UNO!" before another player could. If the player with only a card fails to shout that word, then the player would have to get 4 cards. </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">The winner is distinguished if the last card on his/her hand is put on the table. </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">After that game, we decided to eat because we're getting kinda' hungry to wait for Erika any longer. The feast consists of pancit bihon, lechon manok, bread, ice cream and cake (courtesy of Mean Girls and Red Ribbon). It was a really satisfying meal - and after that, we played UNO again and hang out in Jemay's veranda and talked and talked and did some picture taking when it rained. Well, that interrupts the fun. It's finally time for us to go home. At least, we enjoyed our whole stay at Jemay's house! :DD<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></span></span></div></div>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-51119511011981466862009-03-04T05:44:00.000-08:002009-03-04T05:47:45.908-08:00IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK! :)After a month of absence, I'm finally back here in my blank, white sheet of workspace wherein I could just type anything and everything that's on my mind.<br /><br />Final Exams are just around the corner and I will be very busy for our final defense in our Management and Information Systems.<br /><br />Thank God the foundation week of SDCAS is finally over and I could move on to my studies after being busy for some extra-curricular activities.<br /><br />Too bad I did not have the chance to perform with my band on the Sining Sayaw Awit event. It's okay. There's always a next time, right?<br /><br />Actually, I'm typing here on my blog to de-stress a little bit. I want to detoxify because all of the school works is making me sick! Yeah.Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-11485729877932817112009-02-05T04:08:00.000-08:002009-02-05T04:16:37.083-08:00BUSY! THAT'S THE WORD!<div style="text-align: justify;">Sigh...<br />I am thankful that I've finally found a precious time to be able to update my blog again! I'm so busy -- and yeah, I'm so busy that I find it hard to even put a make-up on my face.<br /><br />Haggard? Yeah!<br /><br />Sleep-deprived? Not really. But soon, I will be.<br /><br />I have to finish my research paper in English -- and February 28 is the due date for that! Plus, we have to do our Chapter III in our MIS subject -- and it's a burden if we will redo it and that would be the consequence if our professor is not satisfied of our work.<br /><br />Next is... The Karakol in our P.E class for the foundation day! Aside from the expenses, of course, there would be endless practice and costume making! Urgh!<br /><br />Next week is our Pre-Finals so I have to study.<br /><br />I also have to complete my requirements in our English I because I've got a grade of Incomplete last sem because I did not able to pass the 200 Unfamiliar Words requirement.<br /><br />Then, I have to do our project in Physical Science and we have our educational field trip to PAG-ASA. Another expense.<br /><br />Okay, another one? Our gig at Ka Freddie's in Bacoor, Cavite come February 28! So I really, really have to practice for our battle of the bands.<br /><br />Another one? Our defense in MIS. That's for our finals.<br /><br />And that is the end of my busy life. I wanna die!<br /><br /></div>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-30153959643178152592009-01-31T06:32:00.000-08:002009-01-31T07:28:03.365-08:00He's the man (It is dedicated to my husband, Sherwin)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjup5ui7egU2pcztaAhdEyOAfMF59hS2a3FlXeXzYXRjhC6_gyLba5X8fAt6ASGKVczDTvPe7d0CVRz1LIgkKE63sybkRcuY07tbINs_22OiePOSyQAgvhU8_m1kNNe3HKsx93p9IpflUo/s1600-h/1_164729927l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjup5ui7egU2pcztaAhdEyOAfMF59hS2a3FlXeXzYXRjhC6_gyLba5X8fAt6ASGKVczDTvPe7d0CVRz1LIgkKE63sybkRcuY07tbINs_22OiePOSyQAgvhU8_m1kNNe3HKsx93p9IpflUo/s320/1_164729927l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297466598878117170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-style: italic;">Me and my husband Sherwin.<br />It was taken last December 1, 2008.<br />That was my Mama's 61st birthday.<br />I like to pout on pictures.<br />I don't know why. Maybe it's a habit.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I am such a busy person these past few days and lately, I could not find even a time to finish the Chapter 1 of Princess in Havaianas and also to post on my blog. I have to finish our homework in Nat Sci (My classmates said that it's really, really long!) and to finish the first draft in our research paper for our English class. Can anybody help me how to construct a Theoretical framework and a conceptual framework in a research paper? I'll be waiting for your answers, thanks.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Sisimplehan ko muna ang post ko ngayon, kase nga medyo tinatamad ako mag-palit pali ng kulay chuba na yan. At pansin niyo, nagtatagalog ako? Haha. Para naman maiba. Nakakadugo kase ng ilong kung puro English na lang lagi ilalagay ko dito. Tagalog naman dahil ako'y isang Pilipino.<br /><br />Etong post na ito ay magsasawa kayo dahil puro sa asawa ko lang naman ang ilalagay ko dito!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Eto ang istorya kung paano kami nagkakilala at kung paano 'din naging kami:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dear Ate Charo,<br /><br />Itago ninyo na lang po ako sa pangngalang Chazzel Soriano. Nakatira ako sa bayan ng Kawit, Cavite at ako po ay isang college student sa St. Dominic College of Arts and Sciences.<br />Dalawang taon na ang nakakaraan simula ng makilala ko si Sherwin Victa. Ahead siya sa akin ng isang taon kaya third year na siya noong nakilala ko siya. Second year ako nung talagang nakilala ko siya at alam ko na 'din ang kanyang pangngalan. Pero hindi naman kami acquaintances. We're just schoolmates kasi we never really say 'Hi' to each other. Suki siya ng Guidance Counselor namin dahil lagi siya nasususpend dahil sa mga kalokohan na pinagagagawa niya.<br />Lagi siyang nagka-cutting, nagvavandal, nasasangkot sa mga away at higit sa lahat, nagyosi sa loob ng campus namin. So he has this bad boy reputation at masamang impression para sa akin.<br />Nayayabangan pa ako sa kanya dati at medyo curious na 'din pero ni wala akong naramdamang crush sa kanya.<br />Hindi naman kase siya kaguwapuhan, Ate Charo. Ni hindi nga siya crush ng bayan. Ni wala nga siyang appeal para mafall in love ako sa kanya at hindi din siya matalino para mabighani ako sa kanya.<br />Crush siya ng pinsan kong si Sheena. Niloloko ko pa noon si Sheena dahil noong kami'y nagsisimbang gabi, kinikilig siya kay Sherwin dahil si Sherwin ay isang sakristan. Sabi ko kay Sheena na, "Wala kang taste. Mukha naman siyang clown."<br />Pero hindi ko akalain na kakainin ko lahat ng sinabi ko.<br /><br />Noong nag-third year high school ako...<br />Nahiligan ko ang pagtugtog na gitara. Natatandaan ko, grade 4 pa lang ako noon at gusto ko na bumuo ng banda. Hook na hook ako doon sa movie na School of Rock at nag-start ako makinig ng mga Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, The Sex Pistols at The Ramones.<br />Kapanahunan 'din iyon ng mga ka-emohan ng Pilipinas.<br /><br />At siyempre, isa na si Sherwin sa mga emo ng aming school. Ang tropa niya ay laging tumatambay sa Green Frog, isang Grocery Store na malapit lang sa school namin. Lahat kase ng tropa niya ay rakista at skaters.<br /><br />Napansin ko si Sherwin noong nakikita ko siyang nagiiskate sa patio ng simbahan sa labas lang ng aming school. Taas kilay ako dahil sinabi ko sa sarili ko na si Sherwin ay isang poser.<br /><br />So ayun...<br />Dumaan ang mga araw at nakikita ko na si Sherwin, kasama lagi ang kanyang best friend na si Jesus ay laging nakatingin sa akin. May crush akong iba noon at that time. Kaya hindi ko na lang sila pinapansin. Akala ko pa noong una, si Jesus ang may interest sa akin dahil siya ang kumuha ng number ko.<br /><br />Pero nagkamali pala ako. Si Sherwin pala talaga ang may gusto sa akin. I really used to hate that guy kaya sa school, kapag nagha-hi silang dalawa sa akin ay gumagawa ako ng paraan para iwasan sila. Nahihiya kase ako dahil napakadaming estudyante ang nakakakita.<br /><br />Parang nalaman tuloy ng lahat ng mga kabatch namin, kabatch nila (Fourth year na noon si Sherwin) at mga kabatch na nakababata sa amin.<br /><br />Nanligaw siya sa akin formally noong fiesta dito sa Kawit. That was July 22, 2006. Nagpunta sina Sherwin at Jesus sa bahay namin. Noong una, ayoko pa sila papasukin dahil wala naman akong sasabihin sa kanila.<br /><br />Isa pa, baka sabihin ng Mama ko ay adik sila. Nakaall-black ba naman, ang kakapal ng mga eyeliner, emo na emo yung buhok at kabaong ba 'yung bag. Pero wala akong nagawa nung umambon. Nasa labas sila ng bahay namin at dahil kargo ko pa kung magkasakit sila, pinapasok ko na tuloy sila.<br />Kinagabihan, magkatext kami ni Sherwin hanggang alas-tres na madaling araw. Doon, marami akong nalaman tungkol sa kanya.<br /><br />July 23...<br />Nasa higaan ako noon at yakap-yakap ko ang bear ko na malaki na kulay pink. Parang bigla kong namiss si Sherwin. Parang gusto ko siyang yakapin. Parang gusto ko siyang halikan.<br />Naiinlove na ata ako sa kanya pero I never really want to be sure of my feelings because I've been heartbroken so many times and I don't want it to happen again.<br />Iniisip ko, baka pinagtitripan lang ako ni Sherwin... na baka may girlfriend talaga siya, or hindi siya seryoso talaga sa akin.<br />Iniisip ko din na infatuation lamang itong feelings ko para sa kanya and that it will be gone away in just a week.<br /><br />Naghintay ako ng week pero everyday, mas lalong tumitindi pa yung pagmamahal ko sa kanya.<br /><br />Inamin ko na din sa mga tropa ko na gusto ko na siya pero hindi ko muna siya sasagutin.<br /><br />That time kase, yung tropa namin ay may agreement na 'No boyfriend for 6 months'. Hayaan munang manligaw yung mga manliligaw for 6 months. Ang due date ni Sherwin ay December.<br /><br />Pero hindi ko alam kung matatagalan ko ang ganoong paghihintay na maging kami - o kung matatagalan 'din niya.<br /><br />Inamin sa akin ni Phylicia, my friend, na may boyfriend na siya. July 23 naging sila. Pero she asked me na isikreto lang ito sa tropa and of course, I've made my promise.<br /><br />Sinabi niya na kung gusto ko 'daw si Sherwin ay sagutin ko na. Sinabi ko na sasagutin ko si Sherwin after ng recollection namin, which is September 23. Pero hindi ko na ata matatagalan 'yon so I decided to tell Icia na baka maurong yung date ng pagsagot ko sa kanya so I said sasagutin ko si Sherwin ng August 23.<br /><br />You know what? Call me malandi pero kahit nanliligaw pa lang sa akin si Sherwin ay naghoholding hands na kami.<br /><br />Ang pinakamemorable na first holding hands namin ay noong August 5, 2006. Sa likod pa iyon ng bus.<br /><br />Binigyan ko siya ng Swatch na relo. Vintage pa iyon. At doon, nauwi sa paghoholding hands. Lalong tumindi yung nararamdaman ko sa kanya after ng holding hands na iyon, Ate Charo.<br /><br />August 17...<br />That was our exams.<br />Ugali ng tropa na pumunta sa bahay namin kada tapos ng exams just to relax and unwind.<br />Ayun, pumunta sila sa bahay namin and kasama siyempre si Sherwin and Arglo, my friend Erika's boyfriend.<br />Kami kase ni Sherwin, pag magkatext ay lagi niyang tinatanong kung kailan ko siya mamahalin. I always wanted to say to him na 'Mahal na kita', pero I think I don't have any guts pa.<br />Pero I feel like this day, eto na yung day na sasagutin ko na siya. Magkatabi kami noon ni Sherwin sa terrace namin at humingi ako sa kanya ng papel. Sinulat ko doon, di'ba may tinatanong ka sa akin?. Sinagot niya iyon, Na kung kelan mo ako mamahalin?. Sinagot ko naman ay isang malaking OO. Meaning, kami na noon pero hindi pa 'rin niya magets.<br /><br />My pakielamera ex-friend Dana get the paper on my hands para basahin and since na ayokong malaman nila na sasagutin ko na si Sherwin, kinuha ko iyon sa kanila at pati si Sherwin ay kinuha 'din ang papel sa kanila. Pero badtrip nga lang, dahil noong tumayo si Sherwin para kuhanin yung papel ay nauntog niya ako sa mata - at PRESTO! Nagkabukol ako sa mata resulting into a black eye.<br /><br />Hindi ko tuloy siya nasagot after that.<br /><br />August 18...<br />Second day of our exams.<br />After exams, the tropa will head naman to Jemay's pad in Noveleta. Sherwin was there. Magkatabi kami sa pinakaunang upuan ng bus. Tapos, while nasa biyahe kami, I asked him if he has a ballpen. Naghalungkat siya sa bag niya and pentel pen lang ang meron.<br /><br />I said to him, "Di'ba tinatanong mo ako lagi kung kelan kita mamahalin?"<br /><br />Kinuha ko ang kamay niya at sinulat ko na "Pde na."<br /><br />Tinatanong niya, "Ano to?".<br /><br />Sinabi ko sa kanya na kami na...<br /><br />At iyan ang istorya kung paano naging kami.<br /><br />Sa two years and 5 months ng pagsasama namin, marami kaming mga pinagdaanan na ups and downs. Hindi ko akalain talaga na magtatagal kami ng ganito. Having a bad boy boyfriend is not easy. Madalas siya masasangkot sa mga away. Pero dahil mahal na mahal ko siya and I'm willing to do everything and anything just for him, ayun, napagbago ko siya. Naging masipag siya mag-aral, gusto niya magshoulder lahat ng responsibilities, naging mabait na anak, President na siya ng class and most of all, he's a good influence to every teenagers of today.<br /><br />Masasabi kong napakasuwerte ko na magkaroon ako ng isang katulad ni Sherwin sa buhay ko. Habang tinatype ko 'to, medyo masakit na ang mata ko dahil ilang oras 'din ako babad sa computer pero okay lang, para naman sa Asawa ko 'to eh.<br /><br />Masasabi ko lang na I'm just so lucky to be in-love and alive!<br /><br />Mahal na mahal ko talaga si Sherwin Mojica Victa!<br /><br />Nagmamahal,<br />Chazzel<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">TITLE: PAPEL<br /><br />:D<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div></div></div>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-50747712186019712462009-01-28T05:03:00.001-08:002009-01-28T05:18:16.883-08:00Ten facts about Chazzel<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJHD3SXEaqRR_-MJx-FJwIumRIPm8vw0mjpoIwkzgSj3Js4bWkVwEXbFWsSQcW8IEwno7lteC5IgBKmucYhV8SRe1ESJ5lZ2t1YaQJInKsQseGK20DDw3XrakmfBRlBeAAU8cznNmyg0s/s1600-h/Sherzel(044).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJHD3SXEaqRR_-MJx-FJwIumRIPm8vw0mjpoIwkzgSj3Js4bWkVwEXbFWsSQcW8IEwno7lteC5IgBKmucYhV8SRe1ESJ5lZ2t1YaQJInKsQseGK20DDw3XrakmfBRlBeAAU8cznNmyg0s/s320/Sherzel(044).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296329698823217378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Yan po ang aking pagmumukha. Haha! Ang kapal<br />talaga ng mukha ko na ipost ang sarili ko sa blog ko.<br />Grabeecioouss na itech! Haha.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Ten Facts about Chazzel:<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I just remembered that I'm tagged by my fellow blogger and Magdalenean, Rob Jeremiah Nuguid (Special Mention! Haha!). So here it is now: The ten facts about me thing. Now if you don't wanna know me, then okay, fine, just don't bother reading it. But if you like me much as I like you, then I'll love for that, honey :)</span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">10. My fullname is Chazzel Rojo Soriano. I live in Tabon, Kawit, Cavite,<br />Philippines. I am currently a freshman student taking up IT as<br />St. Dominic College.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">9. I used to have a tongue piercing when I was in high-school.</span><br />8. I had a streak of red hair when I was also in high-school.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">7. I am the former Features Editor in English in our school paper,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The Magdalenean. I competed Press Conferences</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">in and out of Cavite. I won first place in the Division Training in</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Perpetual Molino, Bacoor, Cavite wherein I bested 45 private school students.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">In the Division Schools Press Conference held in Imus Pilot</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Elementary School, Imus, Cavite, I also won the first place</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">wherein I bested 75 students both from public </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">and private schools in the whole Cavite area. I competed</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">in the Regional Schools Press Conference after winning</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">the DSPC in Calamba, Laguna wherein I hit</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">the 14th spot out of 102 Feature Writers</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">in the whole Region IV area. Too bad, I didn't make it on the National </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Press Conference. That's my dream!</span><br />6. I used to be a bassist of my former band, She is made of stone.<br />Now, I'm the front woman of a five-piece band "Ampersand".<br />Ampersand is a programming logical operator.<br />(My band members: Me-vox, Kenneth-bassist, Glenn-drummer,<br />Fridz-lead guitars).<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">5. I smoke (Marlboro Reds are my choice!). I drink.<br />But I quit drinking brandy. Enough said.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">4. I have a two-years and 5 months relationship<br />with the love of my life: Sherwin Mojica Victa.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">3. I super duper like Yellow Cab Pizza!<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">2. I am an aspiring writer. I like William Shakespeare.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">1. I AM A MORON AND I MEAN IT.</span><br /></span></span></span></span><br /></span></div></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span></div></div>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-57362413299372602082009-01-25T21:55:00.000-08:002009-01-25T22:16:02.768-08:00The cast of Princess in Havaianas (Haha. Testing lang!)<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm not so naive but I wanted to cast Princess in Havainas: And because I'm tired of wearing that three-inch prada in an all-star form. So here's th</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">e cast: <span style="font-style: italic;">(Haha. Maambisyoso akong tao.)</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOLoGg-PrGjtcRmG44FzVI3VhoDpotvd2xBZn7Z-g4xS_mxK5yl7aJkuMNb5JTuXK-ApItFEXpS6NuWoMLcjoip28dTKwttImvIaKKjgkfi5T3gmDQpYpzcQIXEKNqmIMWmmgU6xjVIQg/s1600-h/20080210WI15475899_WI.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOLoGg-PrGjtcRmG44FzVI3VhoDpotvd2xBZn7Z-g4xS_mxK5yl7aJkuMNb5JTuXK-ApItFEXpS6NuWoMLcjoip28dTKwttImvIaKKjgkfi5T3gmDQpYpzcQIXEKNqmIMWmmgU6xjVIQg/s320/20080210WI15475899_WI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295478062118702914" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hayley Williams of Paramore as San</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">dy (What do you think?)<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq2d2zQV04AYlnQ5MgldSChXssyjykc7a1c5l2qkKk5G9RHCNywZ32rN_SMwq0ypcTFQsPhIp-pB3CLKOfH4meqUdXXLvhKzt31_Ph42zgAhJTyNorD-evnDoMJmBJOKBhbfETU9FNTh4/s1600-h/alex4b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq2d2zQV04AYlnQ5MgldSChXssyjykc7a1c5l2qkKk5G9RHCNywZ32rN_SMwq0ypcTFQsPhIp-pB3CLKOfH4meqUdXXLvhKzt31_Ph42zgAhJTyNorD-evnDoMJmBJOKBhbfETU9FNTh4/s320/alex4b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295478971215652082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq2d2zQV04AYlnQ5MgldSChXssyjykc7a1c5l2qkKk5G9RHCNywZ32rN_SMwq0ypcTFQsPhIp-pB3CLKOfH4meqUdXXLvhKzt31_Ph42zgAhJTyNorD-evnDoMJmBJOKBhbfETU9FNTh4/s1600-h/alex4b.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alex Band of The Calling as Drew (Bagay kaya sila?)</span></span></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6iNl3lll5pYglsOiudxl6JeQCgZc4Tyq79iYH4RJpxavW4tSEESstUheneNYgh0BpFKUWB8VvQx6vOz2nT5m8h_Rxxm07ljgAGBS6UF357wfuT1lQew5owxck9VE0pbqrpeF83QKsyzc/s1600-h/adam_lazzara--large-prf-1167526334.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6iNl3lll5pYglsOiudxl6JeQCgZc4Tyq79iYH4RJpxavW4tSEESstUheneNYgh0BpFKUWB8VvQx6vOz2nT5m8h_Rxxm07ljgAGBS6UF357wfuT1lQew5owxck9VE0pbqrpeF83QKsyzc/s320/adam_lazzara--large-prf-1167526334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295479349467083922" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">Adam Lazzara of Taking Back Sunday as Martin<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Br81-CakZiwl-p-8Hacuq2URAYjtnB-5Q7GaWZfnnIMent7GcV0a3MIckIBydJm80E6DDh428oLy9YOSGPdhPQ45xjeca4gwFBPvHAyGNbCY0wDH1pAKsq8sDYMEnR5HHsIz97wrmF0/s1600-h/ScabbiaCristina.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Br81-CakZiwl-p-8Hacuq2URAYjtnB-5Q7GaWZfnnIMent7GcV0a3MIckIBydJm80E6DDh428oLy9YOSGPdhPQ45xjeca4gwFBPvHAyGNbCY0wDH1pAKsq8sDYMEnR5HHsIz97wrmF0/s320/ScabbiaCristina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295480482861685890" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">Christina Scabbia of Lacuna Coil as Claudia (She looks Mexican to me<br />and Claudia, in the story is mysterious and Christina Scabbia<br />also looks mysterious kaya puwede, di'ba?)<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-cY73ynCx8sGuvA4poyfuwRd7ky2ScuSDnrZO_V7RuCGOcz6wotls1tTr5kLpZfpENxRsIxVJxz09T8x4_VlfX70J87r7Fb-UED3bSymd8vSpqkzy8zsy656KuGah21pLrRAKSeuy6_I/s1600-h/LaceyMosley.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-cY73ynCx8sGuvA4poyfuwRd7ky2ScuSDnrZO_V7RuCGOcz6wotls1tTr5kLpZfpENxRsIxVJxz09T8x4_VlfX70J87r7Fb-UED3bSymd8vSpqkzy8zsy656KuGah21pLrRAKSeuy6_I/s320/LaceyMosley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295482185643325378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Lacey Mosley of Flyleaf as Tisha </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq2d2zQV04AYlnQ5MgldSChXssyjykc7a1c5l2qkKk5G9RHCNywZ32rN_SMwq0ypcTFQsPhIp-pB3CLKOfH4meqUdXXLvhKzt31_Ph42zgAhJTyNorD-evnDoMJmBJOKBhbfETU9FNTh4/s1600-h/alex4b.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"></span></a></div>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-8956421905377724232009-01-25T21:27:00.000-08:002009-02-02T00:44:49.207-08:00Princess in Havaianas: And because I'm tired of wearing that three-inch prada (Chapter 1)<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:georgia;">PRINCESS IN HAVAIANAS: AND BECAUSE I'M TIRED OF WEARING THAT THREE INCH-PRADA<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Clad in my worn out black pair of Havaianas, torn jeans and McDonald's vintage tee, I decided to shop downtown to look for something to wear at school. I saw Jet Rag's boutique and it says, all tees cost for not more than a dollar. I decided to check it out to see if they'll cater to what I like when someone called me from my back. </span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Hey Sandy!" it was a man's voice coming from behind.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I look back and saw Martin Evans, a senior at Capistrano Valley High-School - our school. He is a member of the Music Club and a vocalist of this rock band, 'Til Death do us part. 'Til Death do us part is one of the most sought after rock bands at CVHS. Because of Martin Evan's sapphire blue eyes, messy bronze hair and that undeniably mysterious but meaningful smile, many girls are going crazy over his band. He is the dream of every girl and the envy of every guy existing at CVHS. I was one of the girls who fantasize Martin to be her boyfriend but problem is, he's only got eyes for this girl - Claudia Lopez. Claudia Lopez is one of the female rockers at our school. She is the vocalist of the band My Undying Girl. She has those long, black and silky hair, Hazelnut-brown eyes, sun-kissed tan skin, a perfect body and a voice of an angel. All in all, she is a Goddess in her own rights. </span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br />I smiled. I give it my sweetest smile. "Hey Martin!"<br /><br />He walked towards me. I know in the heat of the sun, I'll melt any minute. "I'm just thinking, uh, about this."<br /><br />He showed me a white ticket for Orange County California Annual Battle of the Bands. It is the biggest and the most prestigious battle of the bands in the history of Orange County, California. I'm pretty sure that Mission Viejo will bag the top prize if those two most sought after rock bands in CVHS - 'Til Death do us art and My Undying Girl will join.<br /><br />"Oh, perfect! I've dreamed of watching this my entire life!" I said in amazement. "Wait, how much does it cost?"<br /><br />Martin smiled. "For you, it's free."<br /><br />I was dumbfounded after hearing this. "Really? Thank you, Martin! But, why you're giving this to me?"<br /><br />"Because you're the only Junior girl who appreciates rock bands. You see, some of the girls on your level are phonies. And I do mean, girly-girls. I hate it."<br /><br />I smiled. I just can't believe that Martin Evans, the every girl's dream, is talking to me right now. It made me forget that we're in the middle of the street, talking underneath the heat of the blazing sun.<br /><br />Martin checked on his wristwatch. "I better have to go. See you on Friday at the Beachfire Bar and Grill at 7 PM."<br /><br />Then he ran away. Holding the ticket on my right hand, my hopes soared. It could mean a romance between Martin and me and this is the romance that I have dreamed of for such a very long time.<br /><br />When I got home, I hurriedly ran to my room and phoned my bestfriend Tisha. It rang for three times and then I heard Tisha's voice on the other line.<br /><br />"Hello, Salvador's residence, may I help you?" Tisha answered in her Spanish accent.<br /><br />"Hey Tisha, it's me, Sandy."<br /><br />"Oh Sandy, hi. I was doing a coke can sculpture entitled Erotica. The theme is all about sex but in an artistic way that people wouldn't notice that the man and the woman are actually having an intercourse," Tisha explained.<br /><br />"Guess what? Martin Evans, the hottest guy on CVHS invited me to watch the annual Orange County California Annual Battle of the Bands!" I said, almost screaming in astonishment.<br /><br />"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. You mean, <span style="font-style: italic;">The </span>Martin Evans? Our hot classmate on our History subject?"<br /><br />"U-huh. He gave me this ticket while I'm shopping downtown." I said.<br /><br />"Okay, so what now? You're going?" Tisha asked.<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">We're </span>going, Tisha."<br /><br />"Oh," Tisha let out a loud sigh. "You know what, Sandy? I'm not a rocker girl like you and I do not care 'Til death do us part band and mostly, I do not, repeat, I do not fantasize Martin Evans to be my boyfriend! You should go, really."<br /><br />"You're not going even if I tell you that the battle of the bands will be held at Beachfire Bar and Grill?"<br /><br />For a moment, Tisha paused. After what seems like an eternity, Tisha screamed that it almost deafened me. "Really? At the beachfire bar and grill? When? Oh, I'm coming with you! I've always wanted to go there!"<br /><br />"Friday, 7PM." I said chuckling while shaking my head.<br /><br />"Okay. Gotta hang up, Sandy. I should prepare my best outfit for Friday, bye!"<br /><br />It's not really surprising that my forever artistic bestfriend Tisha, or Patricia Salvador, sounds really excited after I mentioned the name Beachfire Bar and Grill. It's a haven for art lovers like her. It's got some nice artworks and the interiors are really fresh, unique and modern. The food is also great. I've dined there once with my dad on a Father's Day but I never went there myself because the food is really expensive.<br /><br />Come Friday and that is the day that I'm waiting for. It's only 5:30 in the afternoon when my mom saw me fixing my hair in front of our mirror. My mom is also going to a friend's party with my dad. She was wearing that True Religion jeans, a vintage lace top from Marc Jacobs and a three-inch prada heels with a Prada bag to match. My mom is a fashionista and she adores Kimora Lee Simons, Kate Moss, Gwyneth Paltrow and Cameron Diaz for their sense of style.<br /><br />"Where are you going?" mom asked in a high tone.<br /><br />"To Beachfire Bar and Grill. Why?" I asked, while brushing my streaks of red hair.<br /><br />"Oh, it's about that Orange County California Annual Battle of the Bands?" Mom read my white ticket.<br /><br />My jaw dropped and I run towards my mom to get my ticket back. "Mom, how'd you get it? I told you not to check on my things!"<br /><br />"You are not going!" Mom shouted.<br /><br />"But mom..."<br /><br />"No buts, Sandra!"<br /><br />"It's Sandy!"<br /><br />"Your real name is Sandra Keeping!"<br /><br />Hearing us arguing, my dad headed downstairs. "What's this all about, Sandy? Andrea?"<br /><br />"Dad, mom won't let me go to the Orange County Battle of the Bands! Dad, I dreamed for this all my life and now that I have this opportunity to witness the most prestigious Battle of the Bands in the history of Orange County, California, I won't let this opportunity slide right before my very hands just because mom said so." I said to my dad, while my eyes are glued to my sarcastic mom.<br /><br />Mom defended herself. "Dear, would you let Sandra to be a lesbian by going to this, er, battle of the bands? I can't let her make out with a girl! Take a look at her, Brandon! Take a look at her!"<br /><br />I rolled my eyes and sighed. Here comes mom again! I was wearing my blue havaianas, my The Beatles vintage tee, ripped jeans and my Elvis Presley sling bag.<br /><br />"It's not because that I'm wearing boyish outfit means that I am a lesbian! Mom, please be reasonable. I am straight. I'm not a homo or something!" I protested.<br /><br />"Look Sandra, if you could only wear my three-inch prada, put a little make-up on your face and not that really, horrendously bold eyeliners and your ripped jeans, <span style="font-style: italic;">I would let you go to that stupid Battle of the Bands</span>!"<br /><br />"But mom... That is not my style!"<br /><br />"Whatever Sandra!"<br /><br />"It's Sandy!"<br /><br />"I like to call you Sandra!"<br /><br />Our once peaceful house turned into a one screaming match between me and my mom. We couldn't really understand each other, honestly.<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Stop arguing!!!!</span>" My dad screamed at the top of his lungs.<br /><br />Mom and I both stopped screaming at each other and we both glared at my naturally patient dad.<br /><br />"Andrea, just don't let Sandy wear <span style="font-style: italic;">your </span>clothes. It's <span style="font-style: italic;">her </span>sense of style, not yours. Just let her go to that battle of the bands. Sandy, are you with Tisha?"<br /><br />I nodded with a big and a winning smile. Finally, I won over my mom! It's amazing!<br /><br />"But Dear..." Mom said, looking dazed and confused.<br /><br />"And I should say, no buts, Andrea. Let her go." Dad said, calming down a bit. "You can go now, Sandy. Have a safe trip."<br /><br />I hurriedly hugged my dad as tight as I could and kissed him on his left cheek. "Thank you, Dad! I love you so much!"<br /><br />"I love you too, Sandy." Dad said.<br /><br />"Bye, mom!" I said and I gave her this teasing wink.<br /><br />Mom look really upset and I felt sorry for it. But I can't let her ruin this dream of going to this big event! Ladera Ranch, here I come!<br /><br />So there I was, after a long ride from Mission Viejo to Ladera Ranch. I was with Tisha, who borrowed my blue Havaianas since she can't stand wearing her high-heeled Gucci that her forever stylish gay dad made her to wear. That's why me and Tisha are BFF. We are experiencing the same situation. If fashion is the way of life for my mom and Tisha's dad -- rock and art is what makes our world go 'round. We saw many bands from Anaheim, Ladera Ranch, San Clemente and of course, Mission Viejo! And there was Martin, talking with Claudia. The smile that I had from my face fades away when I saw him giving his whole attention with the girl of his dreams.<br /><br />"Looks like you have your heart broken," Tisha said as she elbowed me softly.<br /><br />I rolled my eyes and sighed. "You know what Tisha? If you have nothing good to say, can you please shut the f*ck up?"<br /><br />"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Tisha said, chuckling.<br /><br />Then, Martin saw me. He left Claudia while excusing himself. He gave me his smile. That is the smile that I'm always looking forward to everyday of my existence in Capistrano Valley High.<br /><br />"Hi, Sandy!" Martin greeted me. "God, I'm so nervous,"<br /><br />"Oh, that doesn't matter. I know you can make it. I'm the loudest screamer in the world and I can prove you that."<br /><br />"Just pray for us, okay?"<br /><br />I nodded. "Sure,"<br /><br />I almost forgot Tisha fidgeting next to me. "Oh, this is my bestfriend Tisha Salvador. Tisha, meet Martin Evans. Martin, meet Tisha."<br /><br />"Hi," Tisha said.<br /><br />"Hi, Tisha! I hope you'll have a great time here." Martin said.<br /><br />"Sure, I will." Tisha replied.<br /><br />"I have to excuse myself. Gotta set-up early for the sound check. Bye,"<br /><br />Then Martin ran away like an olympic sprinter ready to compete for the marathon. We sat on a recycled wood table on the veranda.<br /><br />"Got smoke?" Tisha asked, tapping the table. "God, I can hardly imagine that I'm here - here at the Beachfire Bar and Grill!"<br /><br />I gave her a Marlboro red stick. "Just don't puff the smoke into my face. You know that I don't smoke,"<br /><br />Tisha lit the cigarette and puff some smoke. We saw different people on the Beachfire Bar. On the other table is a bunch of emo kids. The only girl is sporting a Zelda-like hair with streaks of violet and red, a fitted black tanktop, ripped jeans and combat boots. The guy is wearing a fitted Abercrombie and Fitch shirt, black skinny jeans, Vans skate shoes, lots of piercings and tattoos. The another guy has really weird bangs, and he's wearing a pink Mickey Mouse vintage tee, yellow skinny jeans, high-top worn-out chucks and an earring on his nose.<br /><br />"See those Emo kids? They look really funny you know," I pointed out the Emo kids on the other table.<br /><br />Tisha rolled her eyes. "Just don't mind them. Mind your own business. Plus, yeah, they suck! What do you expect?"<br /><br />"Emo kids who likes wrist incision and stuffs that are crazy. Oh God, gimme a break." I said.<br /><br />Tisha chuckled. "Yeah, yeah right."<br /><br />Just as we were laughing at the Emo kids, we heard a loud roaring voice coming from the microphone.<br /><br />"Hey, the battle is starting!" Said the Emo kid with a violet and red hair. "Let's go!"<br /><br />Tisha and I got inside. We saw all sorts of people... Emo kids, Goths, Punks and Old-school rockers. If you compare our outfits with their outfits, I should say we look like a bunch of losers trying to fit in. Screaming, laughing and cheering - that's what we can hear all around the Beachfire Bar. Bartenders are starting to flair their drinks. The stage is sparkling with bright fire display and lights. The audiences are starting to get crazy. We can see some sort of jackass kids smoking cannabis and drinking alcohol.<br /><br />"Are you ready, girls and boys? Here it is: The Orange County California Battle of the Bands!" The Gothic announcer said in full energy. She has those long black hair, really dark make-up, a long black gown and fishnet stockings with high-heeled stilettos. Cool, I thought. "Okay, so I really think you're ready. Now make some noise!"<br /><br />Soon, all of the audiences are screaming their lungs out. "Okay, the first band is from Anaheim. They will do their metal genre-inspired composition right here on this stage and I'm glad to introduce to you... Kreatora Eclectica! Let's give them a hand!"<br /><br />Roaring screams are what I heard all throughout the place. Soon, the performance had started. It was a five piece rock band. They are all wearing black band shirts and of course, it displays different types of Metal bands like Cannibal Corpse, Kreator and Otep.<br /><br />But then, I saw something - right on my peripheral vision. A guy. And he's just not any kind of guy. He has those blonde hair, brown eyes and a smile that is could sweep any girl's feet away - or perhaps, my feet away. I can feel my heart pounding like a jackhammer. And oh, I cannot deny that this is love at first sight. But the question is, does he love me? Is he even looking at me? Does he even know that I exist?<br /><br /><br /></div>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-57275073575620904302009-01-24T22:43:00.000-08:002009-01-24T22:55:55.970-08:00Ang fraternity ay para na 'din DOTA<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tau Gamma Phi is one of the most highly-respected Fraternities in our country (The Philippines). It ranks as the most prestigious frats alongside Alpha Phi Omega (APO) and Alpha Kappa Rho (AKRHO). It is established in 1968 and its affiliate sorority, the Tau Gamma Sigma is established in 1969. </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Fast forward in the year of 2004 and there is a Triskelion (that is what the members of Tau Gamma Phi/Sigma are called) hopeful that wants to be a part of the triumphant fraternity. Three years later, on the 6th day of December 2007, he was baptized as the newest member of Tau Gamma Phi St. Dominic Chapter. Months had passed, and he was appointed as the Master Keeper of the Scroll, one of the highest position in the said fraternity. Years later, he was appointed as the G.C of Socio Intelligence, a position lower than the Scroll.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />Let us name the character: Sherwin Mojica Victa - my boyfriend. He was a very responsible Triskelion who never misses attending their meetings every Thursday, hangs out at the usual Triskelion <span style="font-style: italic;">tambayan </span>every day and most of all, who adores their Grand Triskelion. I am an independent girl, meaning, I am a non-sorority girl but I could understand the Fraternity because Sherwin taught me how to adapt to their culture, to their words and to their way of life. But in comparison of my life's culture to the Triskelion, I think there is no difference except that they carry a name of Tau Gamma Phi while I'm just the ordinary Chazzel Soriano who likes rock bands, singing, blogging and drinking.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">But you know, I will never, ever understand my boyfriend! Promise! He's so hooked with his fraternity that it sometimes pains our relationship. It's like, I have the responsibility of hanging out on the Triskelion <span style="font-style: italic;">tambayan </span>every day. I've never opened this topic to my boyfriend so I'm now babbling about my issues here on my blog. To me, I think girlfriends of Triskelion are just their accessories - to show their brothers that they're cool, that they made a good catch or whatsoever.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I'm really, really tired of this. I wanna be an independent woman who doesn't need a man to make decisions in her life! It's not that I wanna break up with my boyfriend. I LOVE HIM. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH TO LET HIM GO. But the fact that he should and MUST attend the meeting while I'm stifling a bored groan waiting on the other table made me think twice.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Do I really deserve all of the waiting and understanding? I don't exactly know!</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></div>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-9819090378281236642009-01-24T05:49:00.000-08:002009-01-24T06:04:42.068-08:00My wishlist<div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdSwgw8DejCHJFnSZrKqHYjLMyO17Wt6gObEnufKNDYfhxMm_TmAacAVWabEL5bYGdy00bw8NL3_Y7GHRr9nSyjH2LeBv9i7cADZJa2-hfHl_18OmsDuRnTxTrGs7AK-n05lb-Y6WAI0M/s1600-h/21iu-7CHZcL._AA280_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdSwgw8DejCHJFnSZrKqHYjLMyO17Wt6gObEnufKNDYfhxMm_TmAacAVWabEL5bYGdy00bw8NL3_Y7GHRr9nSyjH2LeBv9i7cADZJa2-hfHl_18OmsDuRnTxTrGs7AK-n05lb-Y6WAI0M/s320/21iu-7CHZcL._AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294860670410216306" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sony Blue Ray DVD Player </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgty_B7nbzT_gQOOOKtxPld5nF0DGXnAab6LzTaajIa1H_4gFBfa3RJJ-HmfK2_OhbCu_CxSwlRcsROItMBpRWmuFm1beEfozZfdRG-OMpITVenhC28fyPohDdx-6sKoVKu3P-9_LUummQ/s1600-h/ps3_front_main.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgty_B7nbzT_gQOOOKtxPld5nF0DGXnAab6LzTaajIa1H_4gFBfa3RJJ-HmfK2_OhbCu_CxSwlRcsROItMBpRWmuFm1beEfozZfdRG-OMpITVenhC28fyPohDdx-6sKoVKu3P-9_LUummQ/s320/ps3_front_main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294860294971430082" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Playstation 3</span></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUN90ag4GUreCekIU9oHtzq8lxP69V-ttaif-5D2vuFtC3bLlmPuD9r1_CIbZe_MAQdtZPY2IDk-Qhyphenhyphen3XExt7DgFKHReTlRLYY576TYwX_srnZ-oJmVyZ8Cg2n2C_2BTrfk5VH-vtJrU/s1600-h/sony-dslr-a200-digital-slr-camera.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUN90ag4GUreCekIU9oHtzq8lxP69V-ttaif-5D2vuFtC3bLlmPuD9r1_CIbZe_MAQdtZPY2IDk-Qhyphenhyphen3XExt7DgFKHReTlRLYY576TYwX_srnZ-oJmVyZ8Cg2n2C_2BTrfk5VH-vtJrU/s320/sony-dslr-a200-digital-slr-camera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294859985739346386" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sony DSL-R Camera </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_IdcUqcYzK6l9VqtIVQAlwItMjR1TbIr_giLCIYpZ-k8b5BFccO7kycuT3_ppPq8gPkR__2grRR5foOSD8sKanF4NtZIowbdgX6OVwKLB4RGIbgv3HmzHuYzCGRpST6irPLdji6H_zeM/s1600-h/2311912055_a098ae9ffe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_IdcUqcYzK6l9VqtIVQAlwItMjR1TbIr_giLCIYpZ-k8b5BFccO7kycuT3_ppPq8gPkR__2grRR5foOSD8sKanF4NtZIowbdgX6OVwKLB4RGIbgv3HmzHuYzCGRpST6irPLdji6H_zeM/s320/2311912055_a098ae9ffe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294859730661380322" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Psp Lite </span></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-TQQKPRLuIFDZZtUDHhht4OA5qwPoKZvOoZ6dpLVCPlyej-kve1Xm7Pk2_sMbwjewG4Jv82c9F48weotgLGkr6ohLpeImcKIpv2Nr-Om4EwIuuIR-zlIVZYAZ_tCRH2pqopeW0csRZY/s1600-h/ipod-touch1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-TQQKPRLuIFDZZtUDHhht4OA5qwPoKZvOoZ6dpLVCPlyej-kve1Xm7Pk2_sMbwjewG4Jv82c9F48weotgLGkr6ohLpeImcKIpv2Nr-Om4EwIuuIR-zlIVZYAZ_tCRH2pqopeW0csRZY/s320/ipod-touch1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294859478988743682" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">iPod Touch<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiA4Wh9lZpAHk5Y7h_ITyjtY4Eh8wuavVIdeA6JlD1StxHtiYquNBmby23653NhIn8umSo2R7L6wHVyLvvLA7g3w5FMEVtdZMUUwQ199py4lmTIrkAcuen4CsUSOuyFW_7PGBbgMKff7E/s1600-h/ihome+ih5%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiA4Wh9lZpAHk5Y7h_ITyjtY4Eh8wuavVIdeA6JlD1StxHtiYquNBmby23653NhIn8umSo2R7L6wHVyLvvLA7g3w5FMEVtdZMUUwQ199py4lmTIrkAcuen4CsUSOuyFW_7PGBbgMKff7E/s320/ihome+ih5%5B2%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294859064577469058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">iHome for my iPod<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWp97XGr9MJRXCHLe2GRf5XZv_w4mrVS0V6lDS3OUGc4Of8nZhh4pbYPiH9tmu6uQgWUJQn04r-KtjMeUaT8h5EgNz7CvU-Hfxu_aep2rAUOiRIgZUPmAtvMjQIBdgOvz98ufg0VsT2I/s1600-h/macbook-air_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWp97XGr9MJRXCHLe2GRf5XZv_w4mrVS0V6lDS3OUGc4Of8nZhh4pbYPiH9tmu6uQgWUJQn04r-KtjMeUaT8h5EgNz7CvU-Hfxu_aep2rAUOiRIgZUPmAtvMjQIBdgOvz98ufg0VsT2I/s320/macbook-air_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294858705066162386" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Macbook Air<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaBrIUpLmfLnpgmqMwTPjMB_MwYVQRAXbz_RzlcRqE0tLUdIj9zMe3fLaI67TSueWTwZxzmrtvc1m356TqDroN1pc0i4U2NxbNTOdrectlcI7PertMP5TFP8H5Q24u8EfqkczXdn1eaRw/s1600-h/0283_apple-iphone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaBrIUpLmfLnpgmqMwTPjMB_MwYVQRAXbz_RzlcRqE0tLUdIj9zMe3fLaI67TSueWTwZxzmrtvc1m356TqDroN1pc0i4U2NxbNTOdrectlcI7PertMP5TFP8H5Q24u8EfqkczXdn1eaRw/s320/0283_apple-iphone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294858237748312146" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Apple Iphone </span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8CTYoT7bcWNzkuxz_cR9OulugH_m26cwktF3ZzndSVVYgy3ypLaJ4gJOT5my_TK1sgcDV1MM2C0vp4ouvm8PVqKKkj5RM0IkmMJFlm2BeFoFORuj8HRIF9E5OpLtqD6RGDmiG_w_44M/s1600-h/nokia-n96_02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8CTYoT7bcWNzkuxz_cR9OulugH_m26cwktF3ZzndSVVYgy3ypLaJ4gJOT5my_TK1sgcDV1MM2C0vp4ouvm8PVqKKkj5RM0IkmMJFlm2BeFoFORuj8HRIF9E5OpLtqD6RGDmiG_w_44M/s320/nokia-n96_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294857936090529570" border="0" /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Nokia n96</span></span></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH80EF6s9uxTTMYB223m3GvyT_6QvbQe0S_4gtcp-SNeSo99b4BAGFoQLiwvLUzwdLec2MCvwXoA2Uu06nHihhnzbIhekeP8hf2XZ1Uuog-NxBP-63M_rs0WlcluGcxcrrzUxxBlZuNJs/s1600-h/sony_bravia_kdl-46s3000_small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH80EF6s9uxTTMYB223m3GvyT_6QvbQe0S_4gtcp-SNeSo99b4BAGFoQLiwvLUzwdLec2MCvwXoA2Uu06nHihhnzbIhekeP8hf2XZ1Uuog-NxBP-63M_rs0WlcluGcxcrrzUxxBlZuNJs/s320/sony_bravia_kdl-46s3000_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294857573082539506" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Sony Bravia Plasma TV</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /></span></span></span>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-21765138877051551632009-01-24T05:03:00.000-08:002009-01-24T05:45:14.277-08:00Another story in mind<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Okay, forgive me for I could not resist the temptation of posting here on my blog. It's been days since I posted my: Princess in Havaianas: sneek peek entry and so far, I'm getting positive comments about it though I am not exactly certain what to do next after that. I have another story that is crawling into my mind and I feel excited about it that I want to share it to you right away before it will be corrupted. My brain is working like a memory-full micro SD 2GB card right now. Okay, okay - before my ideas will be thrown into the abyss of eternity, let me do that draft in this entry:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Dana loves me (And I love her back)<br /><br />This is the plot:<br /><br />Christina Sanchez is a shy, Mexican girl, nineteen years of age who enters the fictional Brandon University. Always a loner since high-school, her naturally friendly History classmate, Dana Ward, the daughter of a wealthy English stock broker, recruited her to join the Sigma Epsilon (abbreviated as SigEp) sorority to overcome her shy nature. Christina agreed and after undergoing a violent hazing and pledging, she is now officially a SigEp sister. Through this, Christina learned to mingle and to unleash the confident, independent girl in her. She started to join extra-curricular activities and establishes close friendship with her SigEp sisters and most especially to Dana. Christina dated the president of the affiliate fraternity of SigEp, the Tau Epsilon (abbreviated as TauEp) fraternity, Jacob Moore after meeting him on the TauSigEp party. Jacob insists on Christina to have sex with him though Christina is still a clueless virgin. Jacob threatens Christina that he will break up with her if she does not agree. Christina loves Jacob so much to let him go so after a minute of convincing, Christina finally agreed. Lately, Christina notices that Dana is avoiding her after she dated Jacob. When she found an opportunity to speak to Dana alone, Dana just said, "I'm not in the mood, okay?". It was then that Christina discovers Jacob's unfaithfulness to her when she saw Martha, the sister of the Phi Theta sorority and Jacob making out outside the TauEp fraternity house. That night, Christina and Jacob broke up. When the school year ended, Christina was left alone in the sorority house while her sorority sisters took a vacation in their respective hometowns because she found out that she was pregnant. She is scared to go back to Guadalajara, Mexico to admit to her parents that she is pregnant with a man who doesn't deserve her. For the first two weeks of summer vacation, Christina became a wild girl. She had sex with all of the members of the TauEp fraternity and had learned to smoke and drink. Dana came back to the sorority house, telling Christina that she had just broken up with her boyfriend of five years. Christina and Dana stayed together in the sorority house, rebuilding their friendship that had once been broken. That night of Dana's arrival, they both shared a drink of brandy and soon, both of them got really drunked. Dana started confessing her feelings for Christina, telling her that she loves her and that she was jealous of Jacob dating Christina. Dana also admits her being a lesbian. Christina was dumbfounded but later confessed that she was pregnant with Jacob. Dana offered Christina to be the father of the baby. Soon, all of the confessions lead into a passionate lesbian sex. After that night, Dana and Christina became together but kept their relationship a secret with their sorority sisters. First, their relationship went by smoothly, having sex as often as possible, making out in a dark place and showing affection with each other. But it was then that Dana received a letter from her father, telling her to continue her studies in London because her mother had died of Tuberculosis. Dana called a meeting, telling all of the sorority sisters that she had to leave both the university and the sorority. Christina, after hearing this, hugged and kissed Dana on the lips for the whole sorority sisters to see. She admits to them that they have a more than friends relationship and both of them are a lesbian. Christina also announced her resignation with the sorority. Dana and Christina both said their last goodbyes with each other. After Dana left Texas, Christina shoot herself with a gun.<br /><br />Epilogue: Dana, shocked of hearing Christina's death, went to Guadalajara, Mexico to visit Christina's grave. She was married to her ex-boyfriend, who's now comfortable with Dana's real sexuality.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">That is the story, guys. I know it's kinda' sad but this is how I want to end it. The story is inspired of a Lesbian Novel in the 60's: Spring Fire. The theme of the story is all about a secret romance between two homosexual sorority sisters. I also have to clear the fact that I am a straight girl though I have to admit that I am inspired by movies and novels like Loving Annabelle, Imagine Me & You and Lost and Delirious. I have to spread the message that we shouldn't underestimate and judge our homosexual brothers and sisters. Homosexuality is not a hindrance to become successful in life. Why does straight people like us always discriminate them?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Now guys, tell me what you think about the story. I am frustrating to make it as a novel because I, myself had liked the theme. :) I am waiting for your comments. Thank you. </span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></div>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-34536412523655410372009-01-17T01:22:00.000-08:002009-01-17T02:56:46.763-08:00Princess in Havaianas: Sneek Peek<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Today is January 17, 2009. And yeah, I am shouting for joy because Midterm exams are finally over! But do I really have to run all over this secluded, dark place and say HURRAH at the top of my lungs? Well, absolutely not! I do not know why do we have this crazy instructors and proctors who seems like they do not include us in their priority list. We did not take the exam on Programming, Trigonometry and Computer Application for this reason that we do not know. But okay, let's just thank them for it because I really should be reviewing anyway. And on Monday, January 19, our first mock defense in Management Information System. Talk about partying for joy! But, anyway, after eating at Greenwich at SM Bacoor, my boyfriend, my best friend Shara and I decided just to go home and do our very own business. So here I am in front of my computer. Damn. I'm really looking forward to type in my computer again.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: courier new;">I am bored. Dead Bored. I am stifling a really bored grin and decided to do a sneek peak of my Princess in Havainas here on my blog. To tell you the whole truth, I'm still not finishing that story because it's really impossible to finish it especially if school gives you the worst headache. So here is it guys! I hope you can read this and comment about it so I know what you think about it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family: georgia;">PRINCESS IN HAVAIANAS: AND BECAUSE I'M TIRED OF WEARING THAT THREE INCH-PRADA<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Clad in my worn out black pair of Havaianas, torn jeans and McDonald's vintage tee, I decided to shop downtown to look for something to wear at school. I saw Jet Rag's boutique and it says, all tees cost for not more than a dollar. I decided to check it out to see if they'll cater to what I like when someone called me from my back. </span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Hey Sandy!" it was a man's voice coming from behind.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I look back and saw Martin Evans, a senior at Capistrano Valley High-School - our school. He is a member of the Music Club and a vocalist of this rock band, 'Til Death do us part. 'Til Death do us part is one of the most sought after rock bands at CVHS. Because of Martin Evan's sapphire blue eyes, messy bronze hair and that undeniably mysterious but meaningful smile, many girls are going crazy over his band. He is the dream of every girl and the envy of every guy existing at CVHS. I was one of the girls who fantasize Martin to be her boyfriend but problem is, he's only got eyes for this girl - Claudia Lopez. Claudia Lopez is one of the female rockers at our school. She is the vocalist of the band My Undying Girl. She has those long, black and silky hair, Hazelnut-brown eyes, sun-kissed tan skin, a perfect body and a voice of an angel. All in all, she is a Goddess in her own rights. </span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br />I smiled. I give it my sweetest smile. "Hey Martin!"<br /><br />He walked towards me. I know in the heat of the sun, I'll melt any minute. "I'm just thinking, uh, about this."<br /><br />He showed me a white ticket for Orange County California Annual Battle of the Bands. It is the biggest and the most prestigious battle of the bands in the history of Orange County, California. I'm pretty sure that Mission Viejo will bag the top prize if those two most sought after rock bands in CVHS - 'Til Death do us art and My Undying Girl will join.<br /><br />"Oh, perfect! I've dreamed of watching this my entire life!" I said in amazement. "Wait, how much does it cost?"<br /><br />Martin smiled. "For you, it's free."<br /><br />I was dumbfounded after hearing this. "Really? Thank you, Martin! But, why you're giving this to me?"<br /><br />"Because you're the only Junior girl who appreciates rock bands. You see, some of the girls on your level are phonies. And I do mean, girly-girls. I hate it."<br /><br />I smiled. I just can't believe that Martin Evans, the every girl's dream, is talking to me right now. It made me forget that we're in the middle of the street, talking underneath the heat of the blazing sun.<br /><br />Martin checked on his wristwatch. "I better have to go. See you on Friday at the Beachfire Bar and Grill at 7 PM."<br /><br />Then he ran away. Holding the ticket on my right hand, my hopes soared. It could mean a romance between Martin and me and this is the romance that I have dreamed of for such a very long time.<br /><br />When I got home, I hurriedly ran to my room and phoned my bestfriend Tisha. It rang for three times and then I heard Tisha's voice on the other line.<br /><br />"Hello, Salvador's residence, may I help you?" Tisha answered in her Spanish accent.<br /><br />"Hey Tisha, it's me, Sandy."<br /><br />"Oh Sandy, hi. I was doing a coke can sculpture entitled Erotica. The theme is all about sex but in an artistic way that people wouldn't notice that the man and the woman are actually having an intercourse," Tisha explained.<br /><br />"Guess what? Martin Evans, the hottest guy on CVHS invited me to watch the annual Orange County California Annual Battle of the Bands!" I said, almost screaming in astonishment.<br /><br />"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. You mean, <span style="font-style: italic;">The </span>Martin Evans? Our hot classmate on our History subject?"<br /><br />"U-huh. He gave me this ticket while I'm shopping downtown." I said.<br /><br />"Okay, so what now? You're going?" Tisha asked.<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">We're </span>going, Tisha."<br /><br />"Oh," Tisha let out a loud sigh. "You know what, Sandy? I'm not a rocker girl like you and I do not care 'Til death do us part band and mostly, I do not, repeat, I do not fantasize Martin Evans to be my boyfriend! You should go, really."<br /><br />"You're not going even if I tell you that the battle of the bands will be held at Beachfire Bar and Grill?"<br /><br />For a moment, Tisha paused. After what seems like an eternity, Tisha screamed that it almost deafened me. "Really? At the beachfire bar and grill? When? Oh, I'm coming with you! I've always wanted to go there!"<br /><br />"Friday, 7PM." I said chuckling while shaking my head.<br /><br />"Okay. Gotta hang up, Sandy. I should prepare my best outfit for Friday, bye!"<br /><br />It's not really surprising that my forever artistic bestfriend Tisha, or Patricia Salvador, sounds really excited after I mentioned the name Beachfire Bar and Grill. It's a haven for art lovers like her. It's got some nice artworks and the interiors are really fresh, unique and modern. The food is also great. I've dined there once with my dad on a Father's Day but I never went there myself because the food is really expensive.<br /><br />Come Friday and that is the day that I'm waiting for. It's only 5:30 in the afternoon when my mom saw me fixing my hair in front of our mirror. My mom is also going to a friend's party with my dad. She was wearing that True Religion jeans, a vintage lace top from Marc Jacobs and a three-inch prada heels with a Prada bag to match. My mom is a fashionista and she adores Kimora Lee Simons, Kate Moss, Gwyneth Paltrow and Cameron Diaz for their sense of style.<br /><br />"Where are you going?" mom asked in a high tone.<br /><br />"To Beachfire Bar and Grill. Why?" I asked, while brushing my streaks of red hair.<br /><br />"Oh, it's about that Orange County California Annual Battle of the Bands?" Mom read my white ticket.<br /><br />My jaw dropped and I run towards my mom to get my ticket back. "Mom, how'd you get it? I told you not to check on my things!"<br /><br />"You are not going!" Mom shouted.<br /><br />"But mom..."<br /><br />"No buts, Sandra!"<br /><br />"It's Sandy!"<br /><br />"Your real name is Sandra Keeping!"<br /><br />Hearing us arguing, my dad headed downstairs. "What's this all about, Sandy? Andrea?"<br /><br />"Dad, mom won't let me go to the Orange County Battle of the Bands! Dad, I dreamed for this all my life and now that I have this opportunity to witness the most prestigious Battle of the Bands in the history of Orange County, California, I won't let this opportunity slide right before my very hands just because mom said so." I said to my dad, while my eyes are glued to my sarcastic mom.<br /><br />Mom defended herself. "Dear, would you let Sandra to be a lesbian by going to this, er, battle of the bands? I can't let her make out with a girl! Take a look at her, Brandon! Take a look at her!"<br /><br />I rolled my eyes and sighed. Here comes mom again! I was wearing my blue havaianas, my The Beatles vintage tee, ripped jeans and my Elvis Presley sling bag.<br /><br />"It's not because that I'm wearing boyish outfit means that I am a lesbian! Mom, please be reasonable. I am straight. I'm not a homo or something!" I protested.<br /><br />"Look Sandra, if you could only wear my three-inch prada, put a little make-up on your face and not that really, horrendously bold eyeliners and your ripped jeans, <span style="font-style: italic;">I would let you go to that stupid Battle of the Bands</span>!"<br /><br />"But mom... That is not my style!"<br /><br />"Whatever Sandra!"<br /><br />"It's Sandy!"<br /><br />"I like to call you Sandra!"<br /><br />Our once peaceful house turned into a one screaming match between me and my mom. We couldn't really understand each other, honestly.<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Stop arguing!!!!</span>" My dad screamed at the top of his lungs.<br /><br />Mom and I both stopped screaming at each other and we both glared at my naturally patient dad.<br /><br />"Andrea, just don't let Sandy wear <span style="font-style: italic;">your </span>clothes. It's <span style="font-style: italic;">her </span>sense of style, not yours. Just let her go to that battle of the bands. Sandy, are you with Tisha?"<br /><br />I nodded with a big and a winning smile. Finally, I won over my mom! It's amazing!<br /><br />"But Dear..." Mom said, looking dazed and confused.<br /><br />"And I should say, no buts, Andrea. Let her go." Dad said, calming down a bit. "You can go now, Sandy. Have a safe trip."<br /><br />I hurriedly hugged my dad as tight as I could and kissed him on his left cheek. "Thank you, Dad! I love you so much!"<br /><br />"I love you too, Sandy." Dad said.<br /><br />"Bye, mom!" I said and I gave her this teasing wink.<br /><br />Mom look really upset and I felt sorry for it. But I can't let her ruin this dream of going to this big event! Ladera Ranch, here I come!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And that's it for now, folks! I hope you enjoyed the sneek peek of my Princess in Havaianas! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">*Capistrano Valley High School, Beachfire Bar and Grill, Ladera Ranch, Jet Rag and other places mentioned in the story are true. The setting is on Orange County California. I googled them so I can make the story more meaningful by putting real places. </span><br /></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></div>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-44030773741606257112009-01-16T05:17:00.000-08:002009-01-16T05:28:49.674-08:00Saving money to buy something<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Hey guys! Let me tell you about my plan. I am planning to buy a new cellphone and as I calculated when God will forbid me to save money for 9 consecutive weeks, I can have as much as 4,500 enough for a new camera phone. Anyway, my boyfriend Sherwin and I are planning to buy a China phone called Toshibo Nokia N99i TV Phone. It's really big and hip. It has clear TV resolution, has 1.3 Megapixels camera (though at the back of the phone, it is stated that it has 3.2 MP camera) and can hold up to 2GB of external memory. </span></span><br /><br />It's really a cool phone with a reasonable price but the fact that it is a fake Nokia made me think twice. I have googled on it regarding the user opinions about this phone and the majority said that we should not buy those phones because after 2-3 since purchase, it will stop working. Some say that if you take good care of it, it will last for a very long period of time. We cannot deny the fact that the fake china phones are expanding its sales not only in the Philippines but in some parts of the world. OS are sometimes not working and you can sometimes purchase a defective unit but if you're lucky, you can find a durable one but it's not always luck when it comes on buying something.<br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I am only a student and I could not afford flashy, expensive cell phones. I can only buy cheaper ones if my allowance permits it. Right now, I am saving hard to reward myself after our finals. Up to this day, I've got only 600 for a week but I really think 600 or 500 a week is enough.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But it's really enticing to buy that Nokia N99i since it looks really good and <span style="font-style: italic;">pa-sosyal </span>but of course, you have to be aware of the quality. As an IT student, I really should apply the software quality in buying a gadget. I am techie person so I should be really careful in the quality of the budget that I am buying.<br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">My friend Glenn is selling this cellphone called Sony Ericsson W810. It's an original unit with 256K Colors, 512MB MMC and a 2MP camera with light sensor perfect for nighttime. He is selling it for only 3,500PHP and I really think it is a good deal. I asked him if he could reserve it for me until March and fortunately he said yes. I really like the resolution of this camera. It's a secondhand unit and the housing has some scratches due to daily use but I could purchase a new housing for 600PHP. I really think I should buy this one because it's worth the effort of saving my money for 9 weeks.<br /><br />So what do you think about it, guys?<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></span></div>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-18740676382974848542009-01-15T06:05:00.000-08:002009-01-15T06:14:38.664-08:00OMG! I'm back :)<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">OMG! Finally I'm back. After about two weeks of not logging here on my blog, I am back and I'm taking this blogger website by storm! Haha. Just kidding, folks. Anyways, what really happened to me? </span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Our computer's monitor went short circuit and poof - it can't be use again. No, it's not faulty wiring. Gadgets do have a life span and I really think that is the end of our trusty old CRT monitor. We've been using that monitor ever since when I was in fourth grade and it proved to be a loyal online companion for about 7 years! So to all of my blogger mates here on blogger, I'm back - and I'm proud to say it to you. </span></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family: arial;">So many things had happened for two weeks. I'm back at school and I'm happy that I've seen my college friends again. We all have New Year's Resolution (or do they really have it? Because I really only a few of my friends has changed for the better). Okay, I know that it's now the 15th day of the year but since I did not share my thoughts to you this year, it's finally my opportunity to tell you all about my New Year's resolution.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. STUDY HARD! STUDY HARD! STUDY HARD! And I'm really glad that I am able to do it again because last Prelims, I've got a lot of failing grades due to my laziness but now, I'm working on it to fix my grades again. :)<br /><br />2. STOP DRINKING. You know what? I'm sick of Brandy's taste. I'll only drink occasionally and promise, I'll only drink beer for the rest of my life.<br /><br />3. LOVE SHERWIN MORE. I love him so much!<br /><br />4. BE A BETTER FRIEND. No explanations!<br /><br />5. LESSEN MY SMOKING. Kinda' hard but I think I can do it.<br /><br />6. HAVE A FIT BODY.<br /><br />7. LIVE A HEALTHY LIFE.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Those are the few of my New Year's resolution. I hope I can do it. Wish me luck guys! :) And oh, about my Princess in Havaianas story, I'm also working on it. :) Wish me lots of luck!<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-56300471667895319782008-12-28T02:31:00.000-08:002008-12-28T02:43:51.026-08:00Princess in Havainas: And because I'm tired of wearing that three-inch prada [My new story]<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I live by short stories and novels. I read everything that my hands can hold and imagine everything the moment that I realized that I also want to be a part of such stories. And so far, I'm making my own story <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Princess in Havaianas: And because I'm tired of wearing that three-inch Prada.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">The characters are American but I'm not really sure if Havaianas are popular in the US but okay, since Havs are quite the rage now here in the Philippines - I decided that I should entitle my story that way. </span>So what would you expect on my story? It's of the Rom-Com genre and it's quite similar with the Princess Diaries but the main character, Sandra [or called Sandy] is just a normal teenager who dresses up in a boyish kind of way but her sometimes sarcastic mom, Andrea wants to dress her up like a princess - literally.<br /><br />So here's the synopsis in case that you want a sneak peek of it:<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Sandra Keeping, or preferably called 'Sandy'<br />is just a normal teenager who is more<br />comfortable wearing boyish garb<br />than to wear girly ones that her<br />forever sarcastic mom Andrea Keeping<br />encourages her to wear<br />She's not a tomboy, mind you<br />But she's the best bud that a boy can have<br />Until one day that she met her<br />dream guy Drew in a battle of the bands<br />Drew likes girly-girls<br />so Sandy did everything to impress the man<br />of her dreams<br />But until she realizes that she's<br />not the same old Sandy anymore<br />She started losing friends and<br />what's worse? She started<br />losing the respect that she<br />once had for herself<br />Will Sandy succeed in winning<br />Drew's heart?<br />Or will she give up for the sake<br />of her friends?<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Right now, I'm not really sure if I'll make that story a novel or leave it as a short story. Now guys, help me with the decision! I'm not a decisive person, to be honest. I'm waiting for your comments! </span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"></span></span></span></span></span></div>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-46815924465345356602008-12-26T06:04:00.000-08:002008-12-26T06:15:53.070-08:00I had an amazing date with Sherwin<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhxxCB09hgA8HBmFc24Wl0VM9fjvzBxcQiai89C2kI64DE0ionRUWXlL9PLSX93hzNcHdJRv_18sMb1UEeW5LJTnI8urE7Br-5eS7Ni0286ARFdegTLlzvAbjYYSQVeiq1fB007QIlAi0/s1600-h/Sherzel(528).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhxxCB09hgA8HBmFc24Wl0VM9fjvzBxcQiai89C2kI64DE0ionRUWXlL9PLSX93hzNcHdJRv_18sMb1UEeW5LJTnI8urE7Br-5eS7Ni0286ARFdegTLlzvAbjYYSQVeiq1fB007QIlAi0/s320/Sherzel(528).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284101642267689890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sherwin and I goofing off at Yellow Cab Pizza.<br /></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />So here's how it goes:<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sherwin and I had a wonderful date together at Mall of Asia. It was a date that we swore right before Christmas, and I am glad because it happened. I never thought it will happen because I've got this belief that plans are sometimes made to be broken. Yeah, that's my own saying. When my friends and I sometimes make a plan like going to Star City, Swimming and our very own Christmas party exclusive for the FACK group only. But anyways, this day is really fun-filled! We had a big and satisfying lunch at Yellow Cab Pizza. Yellow Cab Pizza is great! It was one of my favorite restaurants, like, forever and I just could not get enough of their Manhattan Meat Lovers Pizza. That was 14" and we spent about 600 bucks for that pizza with two cans of Coca Cola to cap it off. Until now, I think I'm still very, very full. What's more? I got Dunkin Donuts for dessert! Sherwin and I planned to watch the annual Metro Manila Film Festival Movies but we can't decide which one to watch. So we ended up spending time with each other alone. Hehehe. Dirty and malicious minds, unite! :D I really think that a whole day is not enough for us to spend time with each other because when we're together, there's a lot of things to do.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">So I say, Merry Merry Christmas to me and my hubby Sherwin! :D</span></span></span></span><br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span></span></span>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-54511410672338400852008-12-24T08:56:00.000-08:002008-12-26T06:17:35.849-08:00This is what I call 'Euphoria'<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"Happiness is not measured... Nor it is measured by how enormous your wealth are..."<br />-Chazzel Soriano<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I am now walking into this ground called Euphoria, Rapture and Ecstasy where even the slightest presence of Melancholy is nowhere to be found.<br /><br />It feels to good to be reunited with your old high-school friends again. I don't wanna remember the bad things that happened before because all of them are put into oblivion.<br /><br />I thank God for it. :DD<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">WHAT'S MORE? I'M IN-LOVE! VERY, VERY IN-LOVE WITH MY BOYFRIEND SHERWIN MOJICA VICTA AND I COULD NOT ASK FOR MORE! :DD</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-84048334710997886362008-12-23T23:40:00.000-08:002008-12-24T00:08:16.947-08:00Merry Christmas! :D<center><img src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/07/07402b433900a3feeb7eff422fd142ce.gif" border="0" alt="MyHotComments.com" /><br /><br /></center><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!"<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Oh wow. I can't believe it's Christmas. For so many months, I have been waiting for this season to come and now I was enthralled that it is now right here - right in front of my very eyes. Though I didn't complete the nine days of the Simbang Gabi, I was happy because I was able to reunite with my old high-school friends and I'm just happy that I'm alive! </span></span></span></span></span><br /><br />I thank God for the blessing that he has given me this year - and I am hoping for many blessings to come this year of 2009. I am working on my New Year's resolution, though I vowed it would never ever happen unless I really want to. Maybe New Year's resolution is a theory - but still, I hope I can justify it this year. Oh hey, why do I keep talking about the New Year? Today is Christmas Eve and tomorrow is Christmas so I should be really happy about it! :DD As the clock hits 6:30 this evening, my friends and I will gather into our place to watch the annual celebration of the Maytinis 2008.<br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Maytinis what?: Maytinis is a tradition here in our town of Kawit, Cavite held every 24th of December as a tribute to the birth of Jesus Christ in the stable. The Maytinis has a sponsor that we fondly called the "Ama" and "Ina". Maytinis offers beautiful and festive floats decorated and prepared by the resourceful and the creative Kawitenos. It is also a competition, wherein the winners will win certain amount of cash. The float shows different scenes from the bible - up to the last and the most important float "Panunuluyan". After the Maytinis, the people will go to church to watch a not-so-long performance of the chosen kids who will play as little angels and the chosen people who will play the role of Mama Mary and Joseph. The mass lasts up to 12 to celebrate Christmas. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Now I am looking forward for the Maytinis this evening and I hope I could share some pictures with you guys. Now wish me luck :D</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">MERRY CHRISTMAS!</span></span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></span></span></span></div>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-50328807279530571242008-12-23T06:29:00.001-08:002008-12-26T06:18:35.545-08:00Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Good news for me! Finally, on July 2009 there will be an upcoming sequel to the Transformers. This sequel is entitled: Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen and this is a must-see movie to all of the Transformers fan out there! </span></span></span><br /><br />I want to watch the sequel, because I am excited with the newest characters that are introduced and of course, to the most breath taking scenes which makes Transformers deserves it's two thumbs up from me - a self-confessed movie freak junkie. I have read the development of Transformers 2 at Wikipedia and of course, Megatron wasn't fully destroyed by the AllSpark. Instead, he was just there on the ground, lying dead after Sam had pressed the cube on his chest. Then all of his fellow Decepticons comrades are thrown into the Laurentian Abyss leaving no evidence of the alien invasion on Earth. Now, in the TF2, Megatron is resurrected by his faithful ally, Skorponok, who was not officially killed in the TF1. Megatron disguises as a Cybetronian Tank and is now ready to take revenge against the Autobots and ready to kill the brave, heroic Autobot leader: Optimus Prime. <span style="font-weight: bold;">A little bit of Fact: Megatron can transform into six modes.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-family:courier new;">***THERE ARE A LOT OF NEWEST AUTOBOTS AND DECEPTICONS READY TO PUT ALL OF THEIR RAGE ON THE BATTLE AREA! WHILE THE AUTOBOTS ARE HOPING FOR PEACE ON EARTH, THEIR NEWEST HOME [UNFORTUNATELY, WITH MEGATRON'S DEATH ON THE TF1, THE CYBERTRON PLANET COULD NOT BE RESTORED], THE DECEPTICONS ARE HOPING TO TERMINATE ALL OF THE HUMAN RACE SO THAT THEY COULD RULE THE WHOLE UNIVERSE. WHO WILL WIN IN THE BATTLE?***<br /><br /><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">AUTOBOT-CAMPAIGN. :DD</span></span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"></span></span></div>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-5426069519582230432008-12-22T14:48:00.000-08:002008-12-22T15:34:19.559-08:00Reuniting with my high-school friends again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgKstsPAkTPmyzqANekbRC9wVmzWnvXbP7kj2IIpYYtk-Nb3QwHp-CKgSzH64UrOhf4qTfIDg7Rbg4HKuiUGXvaWikizfjdLGsUwGFS5zy7BfVzyf4D0pNogeeKWDOr9MYFD9QR_DrhxU/s1600-h/1_400672061l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgKstsPAkTPmyzqANekbRC9wVmzWnvXbP7kj2IIpYYtk-Nb3QwHp-CKgSzH64UrOhf4qTfIDg7Rbg4HKuiUGXvaWikizfjdLGsUwGFS5zy7BfVzyf4D0pNogeeKWDOr9MYFD9QR_DrhxU/s320/1_400672061l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282752490048812114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" >My high-school friends:<br />On the first row: Phylicia Benitez, Erika Mae Frani<br />On the second row [from L-R]: Rachelle Allen Co, Jerrah Mae Anglo, Camille Olaes<br />On the third row [from L-R]: Rizaldy Buensalida, Regine Escalante and Chazzel Soriano [That's me!]<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;">Way back in high-school, we have this group of friends called "Hep_Hep". The history of that name: Camille was so fond of watching Wowowee and there's this game called 'Hep Hep Hooray' and she said that we should call our group: The Hep_Hep. Our bonding was running smoothly: sleepover at each other's houses, eating lunch at my place, hanging out at my place or to Rachelle's or Regine's and of course, going to Manila where you can usually spot us at Mall of Asia. I thought the friendship will last forever but I was really, really wrong. Due to our immaturity and the tension of being so close together, the friendship that I have taken care of for a very, very long time went all in vain. We had treated each other like brothers and sisters no matter what happened but of course - there will come a time that even the strongest foundation could be destroyed and devastated by a single yet hurtful word. Graduation day comes and we have to consider the fact that some of us will never talk anymore. But as soon as I reached college, I have met this group of friends which are far different from them. I know that I have found a niche right in my own comfort zone and that I can show the real me without them judging me. I have vices, I sometimes have this attitude and I have this sometimes disgusting behavior that I'm really thankful that they understand. But so many months have passed and that I have learned a lot of things that college life has to offer, I'm finally reunited with the Hep_Hep again. I thought this was really impossible to happen. Never in my dreams that I imagine we will be this close again. But not a hundred percent. I still don't have the guts to talk to Phylicia and Erika. My business with the two of them is still not finished - but if you ask me if I have still have this anger to them, I will only answer this sentence: "I forgive them for what they have done. I believe that nobody is perfect, and they deserve to change and be given a second chance". This is one of the best Christmas gift for me this holiday season. I am happy with my being reunited with them. We now go to <span style="font-style: italic;">Simbang Gabi, </span>share the same old laughter and of course - we now accept each other for who we are. That's what I am really looking for in a friend. Now, I am happy that I got these two groups called Hep_Hep and F.A.C.K. :DD<br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ></span></span></span></div>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-64190902917761536622008-12-22T01:49:00.000-08:002008-12-26T06:19:12.262-08:00You're a Twilight addict but I'm hooked with the Transformers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtAQU2poEX1zqOglwhYYcpej1Q1ugu4KMGguBx_FhQd1FI1BX73Ll1oIs-CBXdqZ8zyctla_ieKzkYHUmeKJWiAdhCnLHZYaJA1CLp9vhp8D_e0drW3Eulv7kxwy8f8uENyGggquaamqk/s1600-h/transformers-movie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtAQU2poEX1zqOglwhYYcpej1Q1ugu4KMGguBx_FhQd1FI1BX73Ll1oIs-CBXdqZ8zyctla_ieKzkYHUmeKJWiAdhCnLHZYaJA1CLp9vhp8D_e0drW3Eulv7kxwy8f8uENyGggquaamqk/s320/transformers-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282555642826347938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidY-fs0wq0lQpDkAAj0rXSL6yt-VjaLYU6PrH2TizO2_-TbaCoXyW5olQO33KDghyphenhyphen7gUDD1p9673Vyibpq0ak5L2qb-u7UXA2I_WIInlgNZF28_3ah5xcO1nzO0XEjZCkiA5zinLLpv04/s1600-h/twilight_book_cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidY-fs0wq0lQpDkAAj0rXSL6yt-VjaLYU6PrH2TizO2_-TbaCoXyW5olQO33KDghyphenhyphen7gUDD1p9673Vyibpq0ak5L2qb-u7UXA2I_WIInlgNZF28_3ah5xcO1nzO0XEjZCkiA5zinLLpv04/s320/twilight_book_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282550637253946434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"I wish normal people would have a heart like vampires, because when they fall in-love, they will never fall out of love."</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Bella Swan</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">That is the line I remembered quoted by the infamous Twilight leading lady, Bella Swan. I'm not really sure if I got the lines precisely, because I have never read or even watched Twilight except from the talks of my classmates who are addicted to it so to all Twilight-ers out there [That's what I call Twilight fans], correct me if I'm wrong. I always ask myself: Why are a lot of people are addicted to Twilight? Why can't they just be addicted to old-school vampire movies like Vampire: Los Muertos, Lost Boys, Vampires and the like? I should say, only few people appreciates old-school vampire movies and I'm one of them. Twilight is all about romance that they say it has this <span style="font-style: italic;">kilig </span>factor that'll make you jump and giggle even on your seat. No offense to all the Twilight-ers out there, but I don't find Robert Pattinson a.k.a Edward Cullen gorgeous. Yeah, sure, the definition of Edwarn Cullen is absolutely perfect but when he is brought to life on the silver screen, he is far away from perfect. Messy bronze hair, porcelain and dull skin, eyes that speaks of danger and mystery - it's all because of make-up. Robert Pattinson looks better when he is Cedric in Harry Potter.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Call me a so-last year gal, but I call my self a self-proclaimed Transformer addict. I am never really in the latest entertainment [think High-School Musical, Twilight and Transformers] because I'm more an old-school, remake junkie kind of movie freak. I admire George A. Romero and Stephen Spielberg's work especially if it's all about zombies and the extra-terrestrial. I have downloaded Transformers on my iPod and I find it really cool while watching the robot battle on the big city. My adrenaline rushed when I saw Bumblebee transforming into a big yellow robot from a crappy old Camaron. I think he was fighting with Blackout that time. What provoke me is that an autobot died in the battle against Decepticons. I wanted to kill Megatron right then and there while he was ripping Jazz apart. So unfortunate of the Lieutenant of Optimus Prime! I am thinking of collecting the Transformers Autobots and Decepticons. I wish to have Jazz, Ratchhead, Ironhide, Bumbleebee, Optimus Prime, Megatron, Bonecrusher, Blackout, Devastator and Starscream right on the shelf! Hail to Michael Bay for remaking the 1980's Transformers. Could there be a part two of this amazing movie? Maybe all of the Decepticons will come to life again because the last part shows that they were just thrown into the Laurentian Abyss. It's not impossible for them to come back, right?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Like us, there is more to the humans that meets the eye."<br />-Optimus Prime<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836961198777591625.post-32445504813641645192008-12-21T22:52:00.000-08:002008-12-21T22:52:00.566-08:00Simbang Gabi... and my wishes! :D<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Okay, okay - this is my newest blog and this is one of my growing number blog accounts online. To tell you the whole truth, I'm kinda' forgetful when it comes on remembering my passwords so that's why, after a few days, let's say five days, of not opening an account, I tend to forget the password. I also forget to check the 'Remember Me' thing and always ignore the Mozilla Firefox feature that says, 'Do you want Firefox to remember this password?'. How stupid of me! Darn.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:arial;">Simbang Gabi<br />Time Check: 10:34 P.M<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Let's call this night perfect. Why? Because I am typing this blog entry right now while my ears are glued to Matchbox Twenty's Unwell. Let's rely on my iPod for the <span style="font-style: italic;">senti </span>sounds that I want to hear this night. </span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I am avoiding myself to sleep because there is a big possibility that I won't wake up at 3 in the morning.</span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">My friends and I are going to the mass and we have this agreement that we are all dressed up as soon as the clock hits four. All five of us are going to meet on the waiting shed, just a 30 steps away from our house.</span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Then after a one hour of reflecting, praying and hearing the mass, it's time for us to go somewhere where we can eat, talk about anything else under the sun and smoke a single stick of cigarette. Gee, you know it's cold in the wee hours of the morning so we have to fulfill our nicotine cravings at 5 in the morning. </span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Okay, forget about the nicotine hit stuffs. Let's talk about the <span style="font-style: italic;">Simbang Gabi</span>, which is the real reason of this blog entry! </span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">***The first time that I experienced going to the <span style="font-style: italic;">Misa De Gallo </span>or preferably called ''<span style="font-style: italic;">Simbang Gabi</span>'' in Tagalog is when I was in my second year of high-school. It was the legend that intimidated me to go to the mass since the elders said that as soon as you have completed the nine mornings of the early Christmas masses, your wish will be granted no matter how impossible it is. Nursing a broken heart that time (That was three years ago!), I decided to join my cousins who often go to the mass. My cousins tend to go there very early, while the church is still closed. Then, after about some hours of waiting, the mass will start and I notice a growing number of people on the church. My efforts to wake up very early in the morning seems to be all in vain when there are times that I didn't able to make it to the church on time. Sometimes, I go there alone but unfortunately, the homily is finished. They say that the homily is the most important part of the mass so you should be there before the homily starts and that is one of the conditions for your wish to be granted. But there were times that I just went to sleep when I really feel that I'm so sleepy that it's hard for me to open my eyes and get dressed. And this is another truth that I'm going to tell: I never completed a <span style="font-style: italic;">Simbang Gabi </span>eversince I started making it a ritual for me every 16th of December but that is part of my New Year's resolution come this year of 2009.<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> But could I do it? That is one big question that would be left unanswered. So let's wait after one year! Hehehe.****<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><br /><br /></span></span>Chazzel_Sherwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01897136888741363365noreply@blogger.com0