<chikwet>: may linigawan ka pero binasted ka daw?
<chikwet>: niligawan mo daw yung girl noong grade 5 ka, yung girl naman is grade 4. is this true?

<chikwet>: naku naman, graveh,

<chikwet>: plz, wag ka ng mag bakit ha?

<chikwet>: prangkahan na 'to

<chikwet>: name lang ng girl kailangan ko

<chikwet>: wag mo na itanong kung sinu ako. di ko rin naman sasabihin.

<chikwet>: basta kahit first name lang

<chikwet>: gusto ko lang malaman yung truth about that

<chikwet>: grrrr, graveh na ito!

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I don't need to ask who you are. I know you now. Chatterbox is wise. All your IP Addresses are listed in the history and it is easy to compare who has the same. Don't worry! This accusation is not true. Nonetheless, this might sprout. I don't want to be mean, so stop asking senseless questions like this.

I'm a Survivor Baby!

"A chalazion is a lump in the eyelid that is caused by inflammation of a gland within the skin. Typically, this lump grows over days to weeks and is occasionally red, warm, or painful. The gland involved in the formation of a chalazion is a modified sweat gland that lies within the eyelid. This gland produces oil. When this gland becomes blocked, it can rupture and the inflammation process begins."

adapted from www.http://www.emedicinehealth.com

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WARNING: This is Icky. . . This whole POST is somewhat yucky to some. . .

* *I suffered 3 weeks and 5 days with CHALAZION. Eyeglasses served as my hero for that approximately one month. I wore it everywhere. The worst was when I lost my confidence. Yes, having a conversation with someone bothered me for so much. I don't want to be asked questions about what was that lump that seemingly appeared on my lower eyelid.

* *Fortunately, last Saturday, February 24, 2007, I went to an Opthalmologist to go under an operation at Clinica Manila. I spent 4150 pesos all in all; 3500 for the operation plus check-up; and for the eye-drops and eye-ointment, cost 300 and 350 respectively. At least, the operation was a success.

* *Now, my normal eye came back. :-) I don't want that to happen again. I lose my value when I have that. The confidence that I have within me is my power. I'm really weak when I don't have it. Of course.

I'm counting my days in High School. . . I will graduate soon. After the waters of March, I'll see eventually the changes that my grandmother has been telling me since then. Seriously, I don't demand for fast days. It is poignant to think that I will soon leave the school that have been my home for 10 years and the contemplation of reluctantly walking away from the people whom I learned how I am really defined and how much a big thing deserves me.

MARCH is here! Literally, I'll march slowly until I reach the stage, I'll get my diploma and shake the hands of the officials who have influenced me so much. Moreover, I'll see myself and my classmates in white toga. I will then see the students who have received the honors. Am I disqualified? or will I have that shiny steel around my neck too?

As an addition to my contemplation, I assume that I really got the attitude of a real Rizalian. The values, that our mentors have been teaching us, reflect me so. The values of a Rizalian, being responsible, courteous, and has integrity, run constantly into my veins.

It was done, BUT it will be tattooed on my mind.

Let us admit it! At the very beginning, we are excited to finish the thing that we are doing. But at its end, we would miss and wish to bring it back again. Ironic isn't it? Now I'm getting messages from my co-casts and production members that they will miss the play. The same as I do, but I don't want to be sad. I don't want to think that I have 1 month left to continue doing what is right or change the things that I've done wrong.

Being late, laugh and food trips with my co-casts, the terror sound of every shout of our director, staying late at school for rehearsals, company call, call time, duck walk. These are just some of the stuffs that I would miss. I'll surely miss you, Aida! ( The play itself! ;-P ).

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Very few have successfully stepped into my life. They exerted efforts to please me: (1) gave flowery words upon me, (2) offered gifts to me, (3) and took care of me.

I kept on accepting and accepting. I never realized that I'm letting bad userers to come and step into my life. Tsk! I wish I had a userer detector so that I'll be able to know who's fooling me and who's not!

So If you are trying to connect but you always get a failed message. Then, Sorry! You're not my real friend.

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