<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:56:39.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you more than you can see</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-155454328832501389</id><published>2011-04-27T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:50:57.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inexperieced</title><content type='html'>Probably like 2 weeks ago, there had been a buzz about this short film "Strangers, Again". I didn't bother to watch it because I thought it was one of those yet-another-cheesy love story. I only watched it because of a friend and I guessed that maybe it is a unique film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guessed it wrong. Strangers, Again presented a very realistic story about the process that a couple goes through. According to the film, relationships experience 7 stages: Meeting, The Chase, Honeymoon, Comfortable, Tolerance, Downhill and Breaking Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching it, I admit I wasn't like the rest of its audience who had way long hangovers because of the film. And I know the reason why. Those people can relate to it. They saw themselves in the movie through the characters. They have undergone those 7 stages. They had a connection in story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I have just mentioned are not at all me. I never saw myself in the movie. I, in even the tiniest way, cannot relate to the story. Lastly, I have not undergone those 7 stages. Don't get me wrong. I'm not sad that things roll this way. I just noticed that my lack of 'experience' have made me different from the rest of the people around me, especially my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that time will come for me to face those 7 stages. I just have to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-155454328832501389?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/155454328832501389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=155454328832501389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/155454328832501389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/155454328832501389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2011/04/inexperieced.html' title='Inexperieced'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-1791821828386711389</id><published>2011-04-18T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T09:33:09.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts about labels</title><content type='html'>We live in a stereotypical world because of labels. High school is a very classic example. Think back. During your high school years, there would always be the jocks, the plastics, the nerds, the goths...and the list goes on and on. Not to mention "jejemon" is an added label. But come to think of it, labels doesn't give the totality of a person. For sure there is an inner geek in every cheerleader and a hidden compassion in every plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sad that labels still exist in college. Sometimes I ask myself, "Ano ba ang napapala natin sa pagllabel ng mga tao?" I think that if one chooses a path that is not what is the society usually encounters, then it is best that the people should respect that person. I believe that we respect by accepting the people around us not by their capabilities but their personality in itself. As long as there is no harm present, then I don't see the reason why we should be so stereotypical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko lang bigla at nakakalungkot lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-1791821828386711389?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1791821828386711389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=1791821828386711389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1791821828386711389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1791821828386711389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2011/04/thoughts-about-labels.html' title='Thoughts about labels'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-6256247236789857857</id><published>2010-12-27T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T03:25:37.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's missing</title><content type='html'>Everywhere I go, people around me has perceived me as jolly, carefree and just simply happy. True. I know I have made a lot of people laugh and smile at some point of our lives. I'm usually the one who jokes and laughs a lot, especially when with peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dunno for some reason, I feel lonely. Don't get me wrong. My holiday is going pretty well. Parents loved my gift, got a lot of christmas money from relatives and gifts from friends. But I just feel really lonely. It's like there's something missing. Have you ever felt that? Your life is going pretty well but you have that missing puzzle piece in your own masterpiece, life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been bugging me for days now that's why I decided to put it here. I don't know who I should consult about this and so here I am in front of my laptop making a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realized something today. This day, last year, I just had my first kiss. To be honest, looking back, I think it was not a good idea. That kiss was a mistake. It opened a big room of hope for me but it didn't made me any good. If you are to ask me, I have regretted that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-6256247236789857857?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6256247236789857857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=6256247236789857857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6256247236789857857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6256247236789857857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2010/12/somethings-missing.html' title='Something&apos;s missing'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-7229658321580795025</id><published>2010-06-11T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T04:52:51.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My brand of addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/f/2008/355/c/4/Death_by_shoe_by_candy_floss22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 289px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/f/2008/355/c/4/Death_by_shoe_by_candy_floss22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion never fails to amuse me. I use this to express myself but I'm not really like those who wear very fancy and expensive clothes. Plain and simple is the perfect mix to my everyday outfit. One thing that would really make me go gaga is....SHOES! I love everything about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, I accompanied a friend to Trinoma since she needed advice on what to wear. Of course, I was at a tedium at home so I went with her. After completing her shopping list, we went back to a store called Shoe Gallery. I ended up buying a pair of flats that's on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those flats were the 5th pair that I got since the year started. GAH! My shoe addiction is eating up my savings! MUST STOP. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-7229658321580795025?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7229658321580795025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=7229658321580795025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7229658321580795025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7229658321580795025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-brand-of-addiction.html' title='My brand of addiction'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-2510010737515300314</id><published>2010-06-10T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T06:48:36.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents over lover</title><content type='html'>Lovers come and go but parents don't. True. There will be that person who will make us feel special and who will increase our sense of belonging to this world. But the thing is, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;undeniable&lt;/span&gt; connection with our parents is for more important that any other thing in this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every since, I've been fond of telling stories to my parents, especially my mother. May it be school, friends, or love life, my mom knows most of it. I never had a problem of communicating with them. I told them everything that is needed to know about me. The great thing about it is we both are open to each other. They don't instantly get mad when I told them about something that I've done wrong. They always give advise on how to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is always vocal about her opinions about having a boyfriend or being in love at this stage of my life and she makes a lot of sense, actually. I made a promise to my mom to always let her know of all the things that's happening to especially if it concerns my studies. Let's face it. Love has always an effect to our priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I prioritize school. Besides, I'm too young and I know I'm not yet ready for such commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may say that I sometimes feel that I'm a hypocrite for always altering my promises to myself. But this one's different. It involves the two most important people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL KEEP MY PROMISE NOT LIKE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-2510010737515300314?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2510010737515300314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=2510010737515300314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/2510010737515300314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/2510010737515300314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2010/06/parents-over-lover.html' title='Parents over lover'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-2065236297045875621</id><published>2010-06-04T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:03:33.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and you. Just as two.</title><content type='html'>First, I would like to apologize. Haven't been able to update for like a year. :( Sorry, blogger! But this feels refreshing. I'll try to do this again more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was a blast. Watched a movie with some high school friends (God knows I deeply miss high school), Sex and the city 2! Actually, we were supposed to watch Shrek 3 but...but...it is so expensive because it is shown in 3d. So we opted for Sex and the city 2 and man, thank God we chose that over shrek. It was so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite scenes:&lt;br /&gt;1) when Carrie's husband (I suck at memorizing character names. Forgive.) gave her forgiveness after she kissed her ex boyfriend in Abu Dhabi and a ring that symbolizes her commitment to their marriage. It's just sweet. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) when the girls was in their high class flight up until their tour in the hotel. It's so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;luxurious&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those who haven't watch this, I think you better do. :) I just love watching movies with friends. :"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-2065236297045875621?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2065236297045875621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=2065236297045875621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/2065236297045875621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/2065236297045875621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-and-you-just-as-two.html' title='Me and you. Just as two.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-5241265390061349993</id><published>2009-11-11T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:08:27.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the first time, I'm officially bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;100th post! Wee! Hello there, blogger. Long time no blog. School's being bossy again. Nothing new. But look, I'm officially bored (Well, actually, I have tons to do : CWJ essay, trigo, english. Oh well. Screw them.) I actually doesn't care much about my grades anymore.  Basta makagraduate kahit may line of 7 satisfied na ko. :)) Why should I strive for better grades if ADMU, UP, DLSU and UST have a copy of my manuscript from FIRST TO THIRD year? Sayang sa effort. Tsss. And besides, I have little regrets on my grades before. They were quite ok. Well, for me, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-5241265390061349993?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5241265390061349993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=5241265390061349993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5241265390061349993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5241265390061349993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-first-time-im-officially-bored.html' title='For the first time, I&apos;m officially bored.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-8105945846578692245</id><published>2009-09-08T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T05:18:08.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barefoot: My dialogue with creation</title><content type='html'>(A retreat activity. These are compilations of haikus, quotes, and poems that I have created during the said activity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.teachenglishinasia.net/files/u2/purple_lotus_flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 156px;" src="http://www.teachenglishinasia.net/files/u2/purple_lotus_flower.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flowers are stationary&lt;br /&gt;To some they are ordinary&lt;br /&gt;But to me they symbolized simplicity&lt;br /&gt;A gift from God and a thing of beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.slac.stanford.edu/tip/2005/may6/trees-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 166px;" src="http://www2.slac.stanford.edu/tip/2005/may6/trees-web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trees no matter how tall they are&lt;br /&gt;never seem to detach from its branches&lt;br /&gt;Humans should be like the trees&lt;br /&gt;Tall and strong&lt;br /&gt;but never forgets the place in which they grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boltonmuseums.org.uk/images/entomology_images/Informal-ants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 198px;" src="http://www.boltonmuseums.org.uk/images/entomology_images/Informal-ants.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Small creature walks&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a straight line&lt;br /&gt;Ants look for meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.unexco.com/rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 171px;" src="http://www.unexco.com/rocks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rocks are scattered&lt;br /&gt;because they want to be noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.avenueconsulting.co.uk/well-being/images/contemplation-by-lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 153px;" src="http://www.avenueconsulting.co.uk/well-being/images/contemplation-by-lake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I sit on this rock&lt;br /&gt;I start to look back&lt;br /&gt;To all the things that happened to me&lt;br /&gt;Not in my dreams but in reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lime-office.com.au/img/productImages/pilot/624908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 142px;" src="http://www.lime-office.com.au/img/productImages/pilot/624908.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of falling&lt;br /&gt;because someday, somehow&lt;br /&gt;someone will pick you up&lt;br /&gt;(an inspiration from my falling eraser :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYNXEKThSrs/SSs4yD7y59I/AAAAAAAAAv0/HxxHukN5KjA/s320/silence_by_donjuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYNXEKThSrs/SSs4yD7y59I/AAAAAAAAAv0/HxxHukN5KjA/s320/silence_by_donjuki.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's nothing wrong with silence.&lt;br /&gt;Being silent means&lt;br /&gt;collecting yourself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.danheller.com/images/California/Marin/Nite/nite-tree-shadows-2-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 175px;" src="http://www.danheller.com/images/California/Marin/Nite/nite-tree-shadows-2-big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Under the shadow&lt;br /&gt;is where the fearful hides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-8105945846578692245?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8105945846578692245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=8105945846578692245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8105945846578692245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8105945846578692245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/09/barefoot-my-dialogue-with-creation.html' title='Barefoot: My dialogue with creation'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYNXEKThSrs/SSs4yD7y59I/AAAAAAAAAv0/HxxHukN5KjA/s72-c/silence_by_donjuki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-3517260047743469613</id><published>2009-08-01T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:36:21.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My UPCAT ordeal</title><content type='html'>August 1, 2009. College of Arts and Letter building. 6:30 am. Room 301.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day's probably the most stressful day of my life. I started my day, as usual. Forced my butt off to bed, showered and ate my typical breakfast meal. 4:45 am came (Yes. I woke up really early.) and I went up to wake my dad. After his coffee, we jumped in our car. Then suddenly the rain poured when we reached Roosevelt so we went back to get my umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic inside UP was surprisingly smooth (or maybe it's just that we arrived there at 5:30). We immediately got a parking slot in front of the building. My dad told me to check on the applicants (where they are and what they are doing) and so I did. I saw the applicants in line in front of the entrance. I told my dad about this and he said to just stay inside the car and wait. He demanded that I sleep. Of course, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while waiting, I watch the cars as they pass by the filled roads of UP and the anxious, nervous and anticipating faces of test-takers. Then, I suddenly saw a girl who really looks familiar. It's ate Kaye! (Mia's yaya.) Then, I saw Mia. (We're on the same building...and room.) So, I rolled down the car window to get her attention. We were both shocked. Haha. We both lined up but we were two seats away. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30. Test-takers, including myself, are arranged in all testing centers in CAL. There were two proctors in the room. One gave out instructions while the other one acted as a "look-out". The room was not air-conditioned. What makes it worse were the electric fans that were like 5 meters above me. It's a good thing, though, that the weather was cooperative. (Thank you, God!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first test was language proficiency. Quite fair. Although, arranging sentences to form a cohesive paragraph was really time-consuming. It lasted for 50 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second was science. Oh, God. Thank you for Miss Audrey Gineta! After 50 minutes, the proctor instructed us to stop writing and to stand. All of us were dumb-founded by such request, but all of us responded. Then she told us to stretch. Hahaha. Mia and I were doing yoga poses just to ruin the serious moods of the others and to makes us calm as well. (By the progression of my story, you might think that I was modest in taking the UPCAT. Advise: read on.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the freaky math sub-test. First I thought that I can finish it since it was only 60 items and time alloted for that sub-test was 1 hour and 30 minutes. Then again, I was being ridiculously judgemental. Some parts are about math basics. What was really hard was the geometry part (I totally flunked Geomtery last year.) Another problem came, my stomach began to grumble. My mind was debating if I'll just continue answering to save time or to eat to satisfy my stomach. So I had to gamble. I ate while solving arithmetic and geometric progressions. I skipped 25% of that part because answers in my computations were not included in the choices. Oh crap! Again, I have to gamble. I threw darts in my answer sheet just to have an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last part was reading comprehension. It was fine. I took the answer-if-you-have-extra-time part too. While taking the test, all I think about is the freedom that I'll have after the UPCAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour and 10 minutes was up and the UPCAT's finally done. That was my UPCAT experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-3517260047743469613?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3517260047743469613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=3517260047743469613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/3517260047743469613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/3517260047743469613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-upcat-ordeal.html' title='My UPCAT ordeal'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-6105370957671611487</id><published>2009-07-26T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:31:11.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-destruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight, I drink.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm in grave need of escape.&lt;br /&gt;Every felt like a blur.&lt;br /&gt;As I hold my glass,&lt;br /&gt;I reminisce to what have and should have been.&lt;br /&gt;But that's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;All those vivid memories are just things in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Tears streaming down my face,&lt;br /&gt;I bombarded myself with questions even I can't answer.&lt;br /&gt;Why is he like this?&lt;br /&gt;Am I fooled?&lt;br /&gt;Was our love unreal?&lt;br /&gt;But then he wouldn't care.&lt;br /&gt;I hide and cry.&lt;br /&gt;He continue on with his life.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing that there's a girl who's in deep pain;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling within his numb heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-6105370957671611487?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6105370957671611487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=6105370957671611487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6105370957671611487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6105370957671611487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/07/self-destruction.html' title='Self-destruction'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-6812042278126020388</id><published>2009-07-14T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T05:52:01.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legend in my own head</title><content type='html'>Got this from &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Kaye&amp;amp;gender=n"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Kaye!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The deepest part of Kaye is over 35,000 feet deep. (Who would've thought that I'm deep? =))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The risk of being struck by Kaye is one occurence every 9,300 years. (Ok. Let's wait for another 9,300 years.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grapes explode if you put them inside Kaye. (I'm the bomb!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lightning strikes Kaye over seven times every hour. (What?! Di kaya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It took Kaye 22 years to build the Taj Mahal! (I am legend. HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You should always store Kaye in an airtight container in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the Spanish edition of Cluedo, Kaye is the victim. (I'm not surprise by this.I'm always the victim.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you chew gum while peeling Kaye then it will stop you from crying! (What do you mean by "peeling Kaye"?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kaye is the sacred animal of Thailand! (Shit! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A lump of Kaye the size of a matchbox can be flattened into a sheet the size of a tennis court!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-6812042278126020388?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6812042278126020388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=6812042278126020388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6812042278126020388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6812042278126020388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/07/legend-in-my-own-head.html' title='Legend in my own head'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-3113253039595581669</id><published>2009-07-08T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:08:49.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's out of our lives. Still his memory will live forever.</title><content type='html'>My parents have been (and still are) fans of Michael Jackson. I grew up listening to their music but didn't really appreciate it the way my parents do. His music is great although before I didn't really understand why people cry when he sings and why he is entitled as the King of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; About 2 weeks ago, a classmate of mine told me about his death. She was so berserk about this unfortunate news, while I, a music lover who didn't even appreciate him the way I should be, felt a little dismayed. My mom's idol is dead. He was gone too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I immediately asked my father about this. He said that he was really dead. As each day passes, I never fail to watch the news or read the newspaper that was about it. Only through this articles and reports did I really see the light of Mr. Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Declared as the King of Pop, Michael Jackson molded a new music trend. His famous moonwalk was perfected by his followers. People listen to his music and are inspired by them. Because of him, African-American felt a new hope, that is to able to go out and experience what really life is. They are now accepted in the music industry. True enough, Michael Jackson healed the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I now see Michael Jackson in full clarity. I now understand why many people would kill just to watch him. He is a role model. Although, he had lived a life of controversies, his sense of service is what really shines through. Long live Michael Jackson. His music will always play in our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-3113253039595581669?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3113253039595581669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=3113253039595581669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/3113253039595581669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/3113253039595581669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/07/hes-out-of-our-lives-still-his-memory.html' title='He&apos;s out of our lives. Still his memory will live forever.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-8960285847427424820</id><published>2009-07-06T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:08:20.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Define Human Suffering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To-do list:&lt;br /&gt;() Ateneo essay&lt;br /&gt;(1/2) Ateneo application form&lt;br /&gt;(x) UPCAT review&lt;br /&gt;()La Salle application form&lt;br /&gt;() UST application form&lt;br /&gt;(1/2) Recommendation letters&lt;br /&gt;()School Requirements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;THAT.IS.A.LOT. Help me, God. Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-8960285847427424820?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8960285847427424820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=8960285847427424820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8960285847427424820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8960285847427424820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/07/define-human-suffering.html' title='Define Human Suffering'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-5132133293699141018</id><published>2009-07-04T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:28:32.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Regret.</title><content type='html'>(My own version of I Wish I Had Said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had said&lt;br /&gt;Everyday you're on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Saying you're one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had said&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate you calling me&lt;br /&gt;Asking me if I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;Laughing with me daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had said&lt;br /&gt;I love you too&lt;br /&gt;And meant it&lt;br /&gt;But, alas, I'm in blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I did was stare&lt;br /&gt;To wait for your glare&lt;br /&gt;To wish that you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;So all things will be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in regret&lt;br /&gt;Damn. It's hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;All the things in the past&lt;br /&gt;Are gone so, so fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-5132133293699141018?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5132133293699141018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=5132133293699141018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5132133293699141018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5132133293699141018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-regret.html' title='Damn Regret.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-6788897254689933108</id><published>2009-06-05T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:55:33.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown of "lasts" ... and some "firsts"</title><content type='html'>On monday, my inferno will begin, oopsie, OUR inferno will begin. Classes will resume once again. I'm gonna be on my senior year. So that means it's going to be my last year in high school. Thinking about it makes me sick. I love high school. College for me is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, my last year in high school will be filled with "last". Here are some of it:&lt;br /&gt;-last enrollment on stc&lt;br /&gt;-last first day as a high school student and as an Stc student&lt;br /&gt;-last retreat with IV-1&lt;br /&gt;-last dance production&lt;br /&gt;-last intramurals&lt;br /&gt;-last Palihan on febuary&lt;br /&gt;-last seg session on febuary&lt;br /&gt;-last bandfest&lt;br /&gt;-last audition for bandfest (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;-last time to wear the school uniform (on graduation)&lt;br /&gt;-last time to sing the college hymn as an Stc student (on graduation)&lt;br /&gt;-last card day in Stc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my senior year is filled with "lasts", I'm going to experience something new too like:&lt;br /&gt;-elective classes that I chose (CWJ!)&lt;br /&gt;-high school graduation!&lt;br /&gt;-Upcat and other college entrance exams&lt;br /&gt;-performing in Bandfest (hopefully!)&lt;br /&gt;-high school graduation picture! (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's going to be A LOT of challenges coming our way. College entrance exams are on the top of my list. Good luck to us, seniors! We can do this. See you all on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long summer. 'Til next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-6788897254689933108?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6788897254689933108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=6788897254689933108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6788897254689933108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6788897254689933108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/06/countdown-of-lasts-and-some-firsts.html' title='Countdown of &quot;lasts&quot; ... and some &quot;firsts&quot;'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-5090343525737289687</id><published>2009-06-02T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:49:50.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for surveys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I.AM.EFFIN'.BORED. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.What have you done today? Finished reading Seniors' Ball. Now, I'm waiting for my dad 'cause I need his permission for a friend's party tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;2. Looking forward to anything in the next 3 months? If so, what? UPCAT. Noooo! :(( And other entrance tests.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3. How do you like your coffee? Strong and creamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4. What's your favourite movie? I have lots. But most of them are musicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5. What career do you want to have in the future? I really want to be a theater actress. Well, it looks like I will not pursue it because of our economic state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How's the weather? It's raining. Hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How old will you be on your next birthday? 16&lt;br /&gt;8. What's your favourite type of survey? Anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have any siblings? How many? 2&lt;br /&gt;10. Favourite holiday place? Fontana and Tagaytay. I miss Fontana. :((&lt;br /&gt;11. What's your favourite type of music? I listen to everything. But as of now, I'm more into dance/ electric pop.&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have a mobile? What kind? Yup. Motorola V3i.&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you taken? How long? Yes. I'm taken...for granted. For how long? 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;14. Whereabouts in the world do you live? Huh?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;15. If you could go anywhere in the world with anyone where would you go and who with? Anywhere. As long as I'm with my family and friends, I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;16. Favourite alcoholic drink? Absolut Vodka!&lt;br /&gt;17. What's your favourite store? People are people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you drive? If so, what car do you have? Not yet. I wanna have a honda jazz.&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you ever want to get married? Of course.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;20. Where would you like to live in the future? Somewhere peaceful and with lots of malls. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you work? Where? Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;22. Of all the places you've visited which was your favourite? Why? Fontana! Pollution-free. And whenever I go there, I feel like I'm not in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;23. What are you wearing? Blue sleveless shirt and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;24. Where did you get your shirt from? My tita from the states.&lt;br /&gt;25. What's your favourite cereal? Lucky Charms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Is that your natural hair color?Yes. Black.&lt;br /&gt;2. Where was your profile pic taken? Hacienda Antipolo&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your middle name? Anne&lt;br /&gt;4. Your current relationship status? Alone. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;5. Honestly, does your crush like you back? I wish! No.&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your current mood? Bored.&lt;br /&gt;7. What colour underwear are you wearing? What a question. Purple.&lt;br /&gt;8. What makes you happy? Food!&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you musically inclined? Super.&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could go back in time, and change something what would it be? The time when I was really lazy to study for our Geometry exam. I got a low grade. :(&lt;br /&gt;11. If you MUST be an animal for ONE day- what would you be? Dolphin! They're cute.&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever had a near death experience? None.&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you do a lot? Computer.&lt;br /&gt;14. What's the name of the song stuck in your head right now? Stuck with each other :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who did you copy and paste this from? hoorayforsurveys.multiply.com&lt;br /&gt;16. Name someone with the same b-day as you? Marie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Antionette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When was the last time you cried? Last week because of Boys over flowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever sung in front of a large audience? 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;19. If you could have one super power what would it be? Err..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uhm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.. having lots of money. Is that a power? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. If it's not then I'd go for flight.&lt;br /&gt;20. What's the first thing you notice about the OPPOSITE sex? Smile.&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you usually order from Starbucks? It varies.&lt;br /&gt;22. What’s your biggest secret? I like .....&lt;br /&gt;23. What's your favorite colour? Silver.&lt;br /&gt;24. When was the last time you lied? Last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you still watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kiddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; movies or TV shows? Yes. Totally spies and Tom and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jerry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you have braces? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nadah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;27. If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be? I'm so judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;28. What are you eating or drinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;atm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;? None.&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you speak any other language? Just a little of spanish.&lt;br /&gt;30. What's your favorite smell? Vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;31. When was the last time you shaved your legs? I've never shaved my legs.&lt;br /&gt;32. What were you doing this morning at 8am? Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;33. What were you doing 15 minutes ago? Watching 90210&lt;br /&gt;34. What are you wearing full description? Blue shirt and shorts&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you mad at anyone right now? I'm not mad. Just a little pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;36. The last 2 people to say they loved you? Can't remember. :|&lt;br /&gt;37. Last thing received in the mail? Facebook notification.&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have any famous relatives? Uhm. I don't know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever been searched by the cops? Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;40. How is your hair? Wet and curly. Just how I like it.&lt;br /&gt;41. How many different drinks have you had today? Only one. Water.&lt;br /&gt;42. What have you eaten today? Bread with cream cheese and a hotdog.&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you good at maths? I'm average.&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you have plans on Saturday night? I'll accompany my cousin to her dorm.&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? No.&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you like the ocean? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;48. What are you excited about? My friend's debut this Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;49. What did you do last night? Nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;50. Are any of your great-grandparents still alive? Yes. My grandmother's mother.&lt;br /&gt;51. Where do you keep your change? My wallet or coin purse.&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you remember the most naughty night of your life? Oh yes. God. Never again.&lt;br /&gt;53. Would you rather sleep with someone or alone? Alone.&lt;br /&gt;54. Do you like your name? It's alright.&lt;br /&gt;55. Would you have sex with anyone on your friends list? What a question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-5090343525737289687?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5090343525737289687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=5090343525737289687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5090343525737289687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5090343525737289687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/06/hooray-for-surveys.html' title='Hooray for surveys!'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-3100951179175863276</id><published>2009-06-01T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:25:18.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles of the heart vs. Miracles of the mind</title><content type='html'>(Angels and Demons review.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Breath-taking. I give it a 5-star. I loved it! Robert Langdon's back! Together with Vittoria Vetra, they've wandered all over the Vatican City to search for the missing anti-matter. They all thought that the mastermind in this crime was the group Illuminati. Their motive: to erase Christianity. But in the end, it turns out that Camerlengo Carlo Ventresca was behind this crime for he wanted the Christian world to not depend on technology. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I admit. I have high expectations for the movie. But it disappointed me. First, they have erased some important details (like the one wherein the chief cardinal was telling Carlo that he's the Pope's son). Surprisingly, the Pope's still chaste because he and his girlfriend used some artificial processes for them to have a baby. Second, they changed some of the characters' name. The camerlengo's name became Patrick while Leonardo Vetra (Vittoria's father) was named Salvino. Third, they didn't include some of my favorite characters in the book. Namely, Maximillian Kohler, Gunter Glick and Chinita. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Review&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No wonder Dan Brown's a well-known writer. He tells stories that makes our heart skip a beat. Not only that, this specific story of his makes me think if the group Illumanati really existed. Although the book laid some logical arguments against the Church, it doesn't made my faith weaker. Henceforth, I came to realize that we don't need science to explain what cannot be explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learned in this book is that we must not be so fed up by the booming technology around us. We must take time to ponder on things for our faith to be strengthen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-3100951179175863276?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3100951179175863276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=3100951179175863276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/3100951179175863276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/3100951179175863276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/06/miracles-of-heart-vs-miracles-of-mind.html' title='Miracles of the heart vs. Miracles of the mind'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-6816670158269444479</id><published>2009-05-11T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:54:08.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bold it.</title><content type='html'>While waiting for episode 7 of Skins. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;01. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're currently confused about someone's feelings for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;02. You have been in a serious relationship before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;03. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You own an iPod of some sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. You do not like your sibling's girlfriend/boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You drink too much alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;06. You have been to the Olive Garden.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;07. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have taken medicine of some sort this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. It is really cold in your house right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;09. You are extremely dependent on others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;10. You do not like to express your feelings in front of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;11. You ate a lot of food today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It doesn't take much for you to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. People consider you a sappy sort of person.&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone in your family is rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;15. You have been to Disney World or Disneyland before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You hate when people constantly talk about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are a good listener, but you hate complainers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Someone has called you for a serious medical emergency before.&lt;br /&gt;19. You have had a serious surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;20. Your house has a spare bedroom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;21. Your house has 2+ bathrooms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;22. You have at least one cousin under the age of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;23. You have never held a baby before.&lt;br /&gt;24. You can't handle toddlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;25. You have a painting in your room.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;26. You have been to Canada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;27. You have been to Mexico.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;28. You love cherry flavored lollipops.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You celebrate Easter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You observe Lent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are Catholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You do not believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;33. Religion is not important to you.&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You want to have a small family one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. You would rather have more sons than daughters.&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have more aunts than uncles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;37. You hate being too warm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. You currently are way more tan than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;39. You wear shoes in your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;40. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your parents are clean freaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are more messy than clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. You are currently angry at someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;43. Patience is so not a virtue to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Your desk is extremely clean.&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your bed sheets are either blue, green, black, or white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. When you hear "black &amp;amp; white" it reminds you of Katy Perry's 'Hot n Cold' song.&lt;br /&gt;47. You have no clue what that song is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;48. You think rap artists are completely pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are glad George Bush will be IS out of office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;50. Politics are boring to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. You take a vitamin daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;52. You feel like you are sick often.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;53. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You hate throwing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. You think it's gross when people set food down on their desk at school with no napkin.&lt;br /&gt;55. You also find it gross that people sit on top of desks.&lt;br /&gt;56. You are now cringing at the thought of someone's food where someone's ass was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;57. You love getting bubble baths.&lt;br /&gt;58. You do not like chocolate at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;59. You are allergic to nuts.&lt;br /&gt;60. You have been stung by a bee before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;61. You have been to the emergency room before for something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. One of your parents is 50 or older.&lt;br /&gt;63. You are the baby of your immediate family.&lt;br /&gt;64. You hate broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;65. Cooked carrots are good, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;66. You probably go on Xanga too much to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are really comfortable right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You like witty tshirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;69. You are a major fan of underground bands.&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have been on an airplane before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are not afraid of heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;72. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You consider yourself paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. You have had a panic attack before.&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The thought of being old and alone bothers you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. You would choose the elderly over children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;76. You feel like you're living in the wrong decade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;77. You have smoked weed before.&lt;br /&gt;78. You think it's way too cold outside right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;79. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You love the thought of sleeping in tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You would rather go to bed early and get up early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. You feel like the early bird catches the worm.&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are a big breakfast eater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. You are currently suffering from the common cold.&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are craving something salty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;85. You have been in a car today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;86. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is something plugged in near you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have heard of the TV show "Private Practice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;88. You do not like medical television shows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. You prefer horror to comedies.&lt;br /&gt;90. You adore Leo &amp;amp; Kate.&lt;br /&gt;91. You think highwasted pants look good.&lt;br /&gt;92. You hate cheesy movies.&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You enjoy camping out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Bugs don't bother you.&lt;br /&gt;95. You do well in school without trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;96. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are extremely jealous of someone currently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;97. You feel like you have changed a lot from 08-09.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;98. You thought this survey was too short.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;99. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You thought this survey was just right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. You thought this survey was too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-6816670158269444479?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6816670158269444479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=6816670158269444479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6816670158269444479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6816670158269444479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/bold-it.html' title='Bold it.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-786334478900951254</id><published>2009-05-06T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:03:21.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock &amp; Roll &amp; Gayness</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching American Idol. After tonight's show I said to myself that I HAVE to post something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the show started with Ryan Seacrest ranting about the "unexpected occurrence"  before their run through. Reportedly, the American Idol thing (I don't really know what it's called) was shattered. That incident implies that the top 4 didn't have the chance to practice on-stage before the show because they have to clean the area. But as the audience say, "The show must go on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up was Adam. Oh boy. Forgive me on commenting on this one first but WHAT'S UP WITH HIS CHEST-REVEALING SHIRT?! Seriously, it scared me. He looks like a serial killer! Tss. Performance-wise, he was excellent. Well, duh, he IS Adam Lambert. That's expected, however, for me he's still not deserving. He can always come back to musical. I've some say that he's way better in theater than in Idol. Maybe he is really meant for theater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second was Allison. She was great, actually. I expected her to be boring like she was in  the past weeks. Surprise. Surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third was the Kris-Danny duet. I admit, there were some parts wherein Kris sounded pitchy. We all know that Rock and Roll is not his thing. On the contrary, I was shocked to see Danny doing well in their performance. All together, they sounded great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Kris version of Come Together by the Beatles. Thank God he opted for classic rock. That's the best option for him. Imagine Kris performing a Sex Pistol song. Man. That would be a wreck! His performance was GREAT! I mean, come on, we're looking at a guy whose not capable in rock and roll music. Although some seemed satisfied with his performance, I have this feeling that he'll be in the bottom two tomorrow. But I pray that America will vote for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny's solo was the fifth performance. The first part was mediocre. The last part was weird! It's like he imitated Adam. Oh boy. It was a wreck. Believe me. Despite this, I think that he'll be safe in tomorrow's results. Although tonight was a disaster, we cannot deny his talent and what his voice can do. Man. He has guts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last was the Adam-Allison duet. Again, I would like to comment on Adam's wardrobe. WHAT'S  UP  WITH  THE GRAY AND BLACK STRIPE PANTS?! Lol. The usage of that pants is for costumes for plays like Romeo and Juliet or Merchant of Venice. Haha.  As expected, it was spectacular. The two were known as the "rocker dudes". Surprisingly though, I anticipated that Adam will overpower Allison but hey, the two complimented each other. I agreed with the judges. The Adam-Allison duet was definitely a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who will the cast off be? Can't wait. It better be not Kris!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-786334478900951254?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/786334478900951254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=786334478900951254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/786334478900951254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/786334478900951254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/rock-roll-gayness.html' title='Rock &amp; Roll &amp; Gayness'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-5819480164568847476</id><published>2009-04-27T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:22:28.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love moderately.</title><content type='html'>About 2 weeks ago, I was on the phone with my best friend, Jay. While on the phone, I'm answering some survey on-line and Jay's reading some love quotes. Then after that phone call I stumbled on this &lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://quotesbox.blogspot.com/"&gt;site. &lt;/a&gt;It's a blog from a very sentimental and senseless girl. She filled her blog with love quotes that are both heartwarming and depressing. That on-line journal was a big reality check for me. I came across this quotes from the said site..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Love is like alcohol. When you have too much, you began to act stupid. Love moderately."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't it wonderful when that special someone is a part of your daily routine? But the sad thing is, you can't blame him when he suddenly disappears because he was never really yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He isn't my boyfriend but I love the way he hugs me, the way we laugh and the way we relate to each other. Well, I guess I fell in love with our friendship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The words struck me. Especially the first one. I remember my mom giving me advices about love. She told me never to love too much especially now I'm too young. I believed her. Well, I guess I will meet that special someone without even looking for him. Maybe soon or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom also knows about him. She likes him (which is a relief. Kidding.) But really, it's nice to talk to my mom about the whole concept of love. She, herself, is experienced on that matter. She know I "like" him. Take note: like. It's not just a simple crush. (Ok. He went on-line. :|) "It might be him but keep in mind that there's a possibility that it might not be him." She always says that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, love. What a deep word. Well, I guess I just have to wait for the "one". My mom may be right. It might be him but it might also be someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-5819480164568847476?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5819480164568847476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=5819480164568847476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5819480164568847476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5819480164568847476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-moderately.html' title='Love moderately.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-7713076614054335648</id><published>2009-04-13T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T05:51:48.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give us a chance. We can change.</title><content type='html'>(This post is about the movie The Day The Earth Stood Still.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kaatu, an alien that transformed into a human being, was forced to come to planet Earth. His mission: to end the human race. He transported through a sphere; causing the world leaders and scientist to be alarmed. All of them thought that the sphere was an asteroid that will destroy Earth but they were wrong. The sphere parked at Central Park. Kaautu revealed himself which made a shock to all people. Many questioned his existence. Human in form but came from another planet. Scientist began to question him: Why is he here? Is he the start of the apocalypse? One of the scientist was Helen Benson. All of them wanted to destroy Kaatu, thinking that he'll be a threat to the human race but Helen thought otherwise. So she talked to Kaatu. Kaautu laid down his purpose of going to Earth. Helen was dumbfounded and begged Kaatu to give humans&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a chance. For Kaatu,it is too late. Decisions have been made. Humans destroyed the Earth that is why humans must be destroyed for the preservation of the only living planet. Of course, the movie had a happy ending. Kaatu witnessed how humans love through Helen and her stepson Jacob. Because of this, he thought that humans can really change the world for the common good. So, Kaatu went back to sphere. He left; leaving a big responsibility to the human race.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVIEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Day The Earth Stood Still is a movie for all ages. Scott Derickson (director), has weaved the scenes properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lesson of the movie itself is very appropriate to the current situation of our "home". Basically, the movie aims to be an eye-opener to humans. Especially nowadays, we tend to be careless. Thus, wounding Mother Earth. What must we do? ACT. Take part of evironmental programs like Earth Hour. Think about this: Do we want an alien to invade our planet because of our carelessness? Well, I hope your answer to that is NO. Also, I hope that everyone will be awakened and take steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-7713076614054335648?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7713076614054335648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=7713076614054335648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7713076614054335648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7713076614054335648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/give-us-chance-we-can-change.html' title='Give us a chance. We can change.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-7094448074104083973</id><published>2009-04-03T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:47:10.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend or A Lover?</title><content type='html'>Some song I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Started out as friends&lt;br /&gt;To each other we depend&lt;br /&gt;Shared our dreams and aspirations&lt;br /&gt;But it seems that love didn't gave me an option&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN&lt;br /&gt;Then you gave me that look&lt;br /&gt;My hand you gladly took&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;The question is will I let this soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to ask&lt;br /&gt;A friend or a lover&lt;br /&gt;But I can't remove this mask&lt;br /&gt;Nor I can't let my feelings alter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few months she came&lt;br /&gt;You liked her and we were never the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to wonder why you're acting like this&lt;br /&gt;You're so sweet to me but she's who you miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[REFRAIN]&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-7094448074104083973?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7094448074104083973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=7094448074104083973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7094448074104083973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7094448074104083973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/04/friend-or-lover.html' title='A Friend or A Lover?'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-381153842514092840</id><published>2009-03-31T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:50:19.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tedium</title><content type='html'>Oh summer. It's nice to have a 3-month break from all the stress that school's serving me. But, alas, I have nothing to do. I'm now on the verge of losing my sanity. Damn. I want to do something productive. I'm starting to miss school. School makes me feel that I have a purpose. Summer makes me feel worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I have the means of getting a summer job. That would really help. At least I can buy the things that I want without persuading my mom. So if you have any suggestion for a summer job, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, next week will be the start of our review. Tsss. College. The word itself creeps me out. I still wanna be in high school. High school is where I've met my true friends. Besides, I'm still in the point of asking myself whether or not mass communications is the right course of me. Oh, and the concept of college entrance exams are scary for me. I've heard a lot of things that I'll go through this school year and, man, it scares me. So help me God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-381153842514092840?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/381153842514092840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=381153842514092840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/381153842514092840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/381153842514092840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/03/tedium.html' title='Tedium'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-7724319908244166946</id><published>2009-03-27T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T06:22:44.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So excited and I just can't hide it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="metadata"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mood&lt;/strong&gt;:  &lt;img src="http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/charitycam/goth_girl/happy.gif" title="" alt="" width="34" height="50" /&gt; excited&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;music&lt;/strong&gt;: Just Dance by Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; The title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;I'm freakin' excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going to Tarlac tomorrow with some friends, including my family. Yup. You got that right. MY FAMILY. Well, of course, I don't want them to go. But, on the positive side, they allowed me to go. B-) Whheeee. I love my parents to death. :)) It's my friend's graduation, overnight party. Cool huh? I love you seph! Haha. Congratulations, by the way. Oh, I also want to congratulate regine, daday, katz, and jolo. They also graduated. Good job guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I have to go now. Short post. I know. I'll come back on Sunday or maybe Monday. I have to fixing packing my clothes for tomorrow!. :-h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-7724319908244166946?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7724319908244166946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=7724319908244166946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7724319908244166946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7724319908244166946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-excited-and-i-just-cant-hide-it.html' title='So excited and I just can&apos;t hide it'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-4837725174687991303</id><published>2009-03-08T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:21:05.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Sunday</title><content type='html'>It's our last sunday in our junior year. Wow. Time really is fast. We'll have our Algebra and Computer tests tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;UPDATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My friend, Seph, is going to have his graduation party on the 28th-29th in their resort....in TARLAC! Whoooooooooot! HAHA. I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss school. Not the study stuff, though. I'm going to miss my friends and some of my teachers. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching America's Next Top Model cycle 12. I'm so loving Jessica (Puerto Rican), Allison (wide-eyed) and London (street preacher). They're great. Sandra's such a bitch. I hate her. Go home, biyotch. Haha. Oh I also have Paulina Porizkova. BRING BACK JANICE DICKINSON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-4837725174687991303?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4837725174687991303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=4837725174687991303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4837725174687991303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4837725174687991303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-sunday.html' title='Last Sunday'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-1186417367077208959</id><published>2009-01-25T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T03:30:55.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow after the rain</title><content type='html'>After 3 whole days of awkwardness, of endless fighting, of sleeping in someone else's bed or sleeping in your own bed with your mom, of screaming, the fight is over. My parents are okay again. Phew! Those days were like hell. Swear. I knew my parents will pass this. Thank you, Lord! Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finished making the script for Maganda pa ang daigdig. Wee! But I'm still waiting for Jhei's. Jhei, where art thou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for Febuary. I have 4 gimmicks. Yey for that. On the 6th is our bandfest. Please do come. Let's all support Backstage, Opxonz (?), Sophomores, Dance Stream and all the other groups. On the 7th is Kuya Gino's birthday. Wee! Thanks for inviting us. HAHAHAHA. On the 13th is LSGH fair. We're going to watch my friend's band perform. Go FB! I wish to see **** there. :"&gt; =)) On the 21st is the ACP (?) Concert in Ateneo. My friend Meinell and Jem are going to dance there. Oh Lord! I hope my parents will allow me. Pleaaaaase. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is card day. Damn. I have an 81 grade. *sigh* I hope I don't have a grade lower than that or else.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NEVER GET DRUNK AGAIN. Agh. I puked two times after a friend's party. Moral of the story : Control. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-1186417367077208959?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1186417367077208959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=1186417367077208959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1186417367077208959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1186417367077208959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/01/rainbow-after-rain.html' title='Rainbow after the rain'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-5061034442911439418</id><published>2009-01-01T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:11:26.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting the year right</title><content type='html'>First of all,  I want to greet you a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow. 2008 is over. Can you believe that? Men. I love this year. This year, I met my REAL best friends and my possible boyfriend. Haha. The second part's just a joke. *sigh* 2009. Hhmm. I wonder what exciting things are going to happen this year. I hope to be stronger when I reach my senior year. I heard that 4th year's very tough. I would like to enroll to an review center for college entrance exams too. Boy, am I getting old. It feels like yesterday when I'm still in my undies wandering our house. Now, I'm planning my future. Tss. Time is really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone has their own new year's resolutions, I decided to make my own too. So, this 2009, I will study harder and decrease my procrastination. Damn. Procrastination brought me to misery during the first quarter of school. Second. I will eat healthier. I will decrease my calories intake, eat more vegetables, drink water only as much as possible and excercise. Oh Lord help me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-5061034442911439418?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5061034442911439418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=5061034442911439418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5061034442911439418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5061034442911439418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-year-right.html' title='Starting the year right'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-5169393458960100442</id><published>2008-12-22T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T03:46:57.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>Hey there! Christmas is drawing nearer. Obviously. Merry Christmas to you, by the way. So, again, I haven't updated for a long period of time. But, hey! School's out for 2 weeks so here I am. Here are some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the Bloomfields last Saturday. Oh how I miss the BBoys. :)) Bought their new album, Pasko Natin 'To. Loved it! Anyway, JJ was really friendly. He even kissed me after the autograph signing. Pepe looks cold. What's up with him? Rocky was very funny. He told me that we have the same hair before and I was like, "YOU'RE CURLY TOO?". K. Pretty schocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in desperate of money. It's for my IPod. Stupid slide. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Rockwell tomorrow with Mia, Jay and Domeng (i think). Wee! I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossroads' cancelled. Didn't reach the minimun number of participants. Boo. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a Macbook, Wii and DSLR for Christmas. If only I'm aquianted to Santa. If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New crush = LEE. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til here. My dad's going to use lappy and I need to watch Grey's Anatomy. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-5169393458960100442?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5169393458960100442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=5169393458960100442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5169393458960100442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5169393458960100442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/12/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-9036959458660818878</id><published>2008-11-30T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:04:11.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my life now. I can't afford to lose you.</title><content type='html'>Watched twilight with my dad and brother last night. The movie's quite okay except for the meadow scene. I hated it. All they did was look in each other's eyes. I mean, come on, waste of time. I love the baseball scene. Jasper twirling the baseball bat was just AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters review:&lt;br /&gt;1)Edaward Cullen was so pale. I hated his make-up and his lips which is dark magenta. Eew.&lt;br /&gt;2)Bella Swan is quite okay. Although she looked strong on some scenes which I think is not good because the book described her as a fragile girl. My vote is still on Ellen Page as Bella. :|&lt;br /&gt;3)Japer Hale was awesome. I love him! &lt;3 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pleasure to meet you&lt;/span&gt;". WAH! Heart that line.&lt;br /&gt;4)I hated Rosalie. Agh. You know why. What a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;5)Emmet's Hot!&lt;br /&gt;6)Alice is so cute. She and Jasper are a really good match :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Eric is so adorable! He looks like Chino Lui Pio. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;8) Taylor Lauther was ugly. Boo! This is his first movie that I really hated him. What's up with the long hair, Sharkboy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. I recommend y'all to watch it. To those who haven't read the book, I recommend that you read it first before you watch the film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-9036959458660818878?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/9036959458660818878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=9036959458660818878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/9036959458660818878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/9036959458660818878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-my-life-now-i-cant-afford-to.html' title='You are my life now. I can&apos;t afford to lose you.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-370521423237612941</id><published>2008-11-22T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T06:32:09.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you</title><content type='html'>Yes. You my dear, old, dusty blog. Haha. Been a long time since I last updated, huh? School and Pals are really eating my time nowadays. So here are some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's in San Francisco now. We're going to be momless until the 8th of December. She went there to celebrate Thanksgiving. She's not even an American, jeez. Lol. Anyway, I chatted with her earlier and she showed me my new hoodie. Yey! It's from Roxy, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our outbound yesterday. It's so FUN, as expected. Went to 5 of the 7 lakes in San Pablo, Laguna. I soooo loved our facilitator's joke. Corny men! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. My dad's in a party and my two BBF's are there. Ampuuu. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PALS is going to have a CrossRoads retreat. Think you're cool? Join us. Just contact me if you're interested, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Til here. I need to read some plurk messages. Add me, btw. &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/kayeyos"&gt;KAYEYOS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-370521423237612941?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/370521423237612941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=370521423237612941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/370521423237612941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/370521423237612941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/11/miss-you.html' title='Miss you'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-4493760692532013558</id><published>2008-11-12T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:18:51.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Lord....Amen!</title><content type='html'>Phew! We've received our report card. Success! I don't have a line-of-7! Wee. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;applause&lt;/span&gt;*.  My shitty 77 is now 82. It's now lowest grade too. First time. Yey! Both of my chem subjects and my Filipino grade was retained. Boo. But I'm still thankful of my Filipino grade though. My monologue saved me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be better this third quarter. Woooooooot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS III-1 will do the magic show for the sophomores and freshmen. How great is that?! Thanks Ms. Gineta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-4493760692532013558?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4493760692532013558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=4493760692532013558' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4493760692532013558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4493760692532013558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-lordamen.html' title='Thank You Lord....Amen!'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-7075453585650232982</id><published>2008-11-06T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T04:33:27.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much but I want more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="metadata"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mood&lt;/strong&gt;:  &lt;img src="http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/charitycam/goth_girl/surprised.gif" title="" alt="" width="34" height="50" /&gt; worried&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;music&lt;/strong&gt;: Help! by the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still a fat kid (who doesn't know much about the world), I didn't know that the word PARTY existed. The usual McDo/Jolibee kiddie parties is not what I meant. I'm talking about teenage parties here. The kind of parties that ended up having most of guests drunk, all-night dancing and just having fun with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when I entered PALS did I truly know the true meaning of partying. Yes, guys. You have been a big influence to me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, when one celebrates his/her birthday, he/she organizes a party. Although some prefer not to because they don't want to spend too much money. I'm one of them. Haha. Believe me. I'm not a rich, spoiled kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here comes the problem : asking my parents. Yes. It is a struggle for me. Agh. But thank God I get through it always. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories quite different now. Usually, I only attend 3 parties a year but since PALS got bigger many are inviting me to their birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I've attended 4 this year. I'm just suppose to have 3 but what the heck, my parents got more nicer this year. HAHA. The real problem here is that I'm going to attend a debut on Sunday and 2 of my friends are also planning to have one. One will be on the 14th. ARGH! How will I ask my parents?! I tried to ask my dad. Here's his answer, "May party ka na nga sa Sunday. Paparty ka na naman sa Friday. Abuso ka na ah." OH NO! The one on Friday is important because she's one of my best friend and she's expecting me to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHEEEEELLLLLPPPPP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-7075453585650232982?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7075453585650232982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=7075453585650232982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7075453585650232982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7075453585650232982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/11/too-much-but-i-want-more.html' title='Too much but I want more'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-6750771660878825837</id><published>2008-11-03T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T02:36:49.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to basics</title><content type='html'>Good evening, Slitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. It's my birthday yesterday and boy was it Fun. NOT! Just add me at LJ for more details. Still loathing my best friend. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to school today. Thank God I'm not absent. Our Chemistry lesson is quite difficult to understand but interesting. We watched What a girl wants during religion. Yes. We watched it TODAY. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir DM is weird today. What's up with the microphone? Haha. Well. He's not my teacher, anyway. It's just that I'm hearing his voice while copying my Chem notes. Oh and I heard him say SEX. Yes, people. On the microphone. Weird. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-6750771660878825837?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6750771660878825837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=6750771660878825837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6750771660878825837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6750771660878825837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-basics.html' title='Back to basics'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-8898727722852224061</id><published>2008-10-31T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:56:24.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valuing privacy</title><content type='html'>I. HAVE. AN. LJ. ACCOUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Add me up! &lt;a href="www.kayeriskaye.livejournal.com"&gt;*click* &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-8898727722852224061?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8898727722852224061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=8898727722852224061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8898727722852224061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8898727722852224061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/10/valuing-privacy.html' title='Valuing privacy'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-5670941628077261186</id><published>2008-10-28T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:44:57.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a FUN week</title><content type='html'>Last week was insanely FUN! Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wowie's debut&lt;br /&gt;Again. HAPPY BIRTHDAY WOWIE! Thanks for inviting me love. I had fun. First time to get drunk with my PALS friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SQbOmmRM9UI/AAAAAAAAAGM/IFvQmgbF75Q/s1600-h/108385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SQbOmmRM9UI/AAAAAAAAAGM/IFvQmgbF75Q/s200/108385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262120377132053826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me, daddy and Wowie in the Photobooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SQbOoWoNC3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/R2039B2wpGY/s1600-h/DSC00791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SQbOoWoNC3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/R2039B2wpGY/s200/DSC00791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262120407293299570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everybody! Meet sober club. It's the coolest thing ever! 12 shots, baby! Try their Mud Shake. It's so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SQbOocnmh9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/wAjMlnpg56Y/s1600-h/108784-logo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SQbOocnmh9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/wAjMlnpg56Y/s200/108784-logo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262120408901388242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photobooth with PALS, the best youth group ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SQbOo5ZynsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LvCYauiWGR0/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SQbOo5ZynsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LvCYauiWGR0/s200/DSC00902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262120416628088514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA. That's with my best friend, David. We're so drunk that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want more? Visit my &lt;a href="http://vainkayec.multiply.com"&gt;MULTIPLY. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2) Family Day&lt;br /&gt;It's not exciting if you ask me. Congrats iii4 and iii2. You guys deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) FE&lt;br /&gt;Wee. :"&gt; HAHA. Arrived there at 7pm. Stupid traffic. Haha. It's fun, as expected. I've seen my old friends again and the ones who got drunk. Haha. My ex-crush even asked me why I'm late. Sorry lonely boy. I have to attend our boring FamDay. Something happened. :-&gt; Very, very, VERY unexpected. In a good way. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SQbQq3PTiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gxTT0apYiwY/s1600-h/DSCF1347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SQbQq3PTiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gxTT0apYiwY/s200/DSCF1347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262122649430231330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the drunkards! Crazy hangover,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-5670941628077261186?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5670941628077261186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=5670941628077261186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5670941628077261186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5670941628077261186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-fun-week.html' title='What a FUN week'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SQbOmmRM9UI/AAAAAAAAAGM/IFvQmgbF75Q/s72-c/108385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-5216981205106281104</id><published>2008-10-20T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T05:57:41.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to our 7-year friendship?</title><content type='html'>I remember way back when we're in first grade. We love to play and dance. You even let me join your "dance number" during your 7th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we're in 6th grade. You're new to FE. I'm the one who introduced you to my new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time when you entered PALS. We even have the same crush during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember those moments when you called just to tell stuff about your crush, our vanity moments, endless hours of boy talking, boy hunting during gimmicks and your very long GMs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happened to you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you left BCBP, I began to miss you. We ALL miss you. You also said that you miss us and cannot do anything about your family leaving BCBP. We understood that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, we felt that you've changed. You never texted or IMed us. We try to talk to you every now and then but we felt like you're distancing from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I've read about your blog post. Yeah. It's fine with me of you don't like me to attend your party but I just want to ask you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-5216981205106281104?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5216981205106281104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=5216981205106281104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5216981205106281104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5216981205106281104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-happened-to-our-7-year-friendship.html' title='What happened to our 7-year friendship?'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-6764877931543998994</id><published>2008-10-20T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T04:47:13.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden visions for supernovas</title><content type='html'>Family Day is going nearer. Pressure gets tighter. Like duh! We're the first to perform. Good luck to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our practice today was so awesome. We have like 30 seconds left and our pyramid is super cool! Kudos to the dance leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, our section deserves to win. I'm not saying this to boast or brag on how good we are. All of the sections are great, actually. I've seen III2 and III5 and their hella good. What I'm pointing is our hard work is really commendable. Because of this dance production, I have gained new friends. III1 got closer. At first, I'm hopeless in this section because of my close-mindedness. I'm one of the students who disagreed reshuffling. But soon enough, I recognized the goodness in each one of classmates. Ooopsie! Scratch that. I recognized the goodness of MOST of my classmates. Haha! You know who you are. I hate you! Yes you! The drama queen. Like whatever! Go tell your mom about me. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back, I think that we'll do good this Saturday. Go III1. Let your light shine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-6764877931543998994?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6764877931543998994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=6764877931543998994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6764877931543998994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6764877931543998994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/10/golden-visions-for-supernovas.html' title='Golden visions for supernovas'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-6282596840627163606</id><published>2008-10-15T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T03:47:24.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who are born cool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosamuth.com/images/butterfly_award_jpg.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once accepting this award, the rules are as follow:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put the logo on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add a link to the person who awarded you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nominate 10 other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;4. Add links to those blogs on yours.&lt;br /&gt;5. Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; this award for &lt;a href="http://www.cutreenuh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cutreenuh. &lt;/a&gt;She thinks my blog is cool! Thanks a lot. ;) Haha. You know you can't help it when you're in love with your best friend. Haha. Enough with the cheesy talk. Here's the list of the people that have cool blogs: &lt;a href="http://epitomized.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aren&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.theworldidancein.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ciara&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://keylooove.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dominique&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://donnaii1.blogspot.com/"&gt;Donna&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://teasingtoprovoke.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jay&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gayhappyjoy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://aplacetosmashmythoughtsagainst.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.dancingchique.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mara&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.reinventloveee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Margot&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://meetmyshoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Roleen. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-6282596840627163606?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6282596840627163606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=6282596840627163606' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6282596840627163606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6282596840627163606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-those-who-are-born-cool.html' title='For those who are born cool.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-8512902210795284468</id><published>2008-10-14T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T04:33:35.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatigued mind and body</title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm at the point of tedium that's why I'm blogging to make me feel productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third quarter starts today. Wow. Time is fast. We're halfway of the school year. Another half and I'm free. :) Can't wait for summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've received our test results. My scores are mediocre. It's fine. Not that high and not that low. Kinda expected it, anyway. My highest is Geometry. Wee. I know that my stupid 77 will get higher. Yeah! Filipino's my lowest. Oh boy. Hello 79! :( I'm gonna focus in Pinoy this quarter. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my Computer test earlier. It's so long! I didn't finish. Boo. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practiced for our dance production after the test. We just practiced like 2 hours while the others practiced in 3 hours. It's because of the test. Our computer period this Monday will be allotted for our practice. Whoopee! It's kinda tiring and my pants are wet. It's like I peed in it. Eew! Stupid rain. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news! I'll be attending Wowie's party in the 23rd! Wee. I know it's a Thursday. I'm gonna attend the dry-run the next day drunk and wasted. Haha. Sober club here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-8512902210795284468?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8512902210795284468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=8512902210795284468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8512902210795284468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8512902210795284468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/10/fatigued-mind-and-body.html' title='Fatigued mind and body'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-4353468819244465792</id><published>2008-10-13T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T04:12:25.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment of truth...tomorrow</title><content type='html'>It's the last day of my 4-day vacation. Shit. I want more! Amp. Tomorrow's the moment of truth. Exam results are to be given. I'm going to see my sucky grade again. Oh boy. Shoot me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for dance production practices. At least I have something interesting to look forward to. Good luck iii1 and to my oh-so-inflexible body. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-4353468819244465792?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4353468819244465792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=4353468819244465792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4353468819244465792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4353468819244465792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/10/moment-of-truthtomorrow.html' title='Moment of truth...tomorrow'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-4853015351673491645</id><published>2008-10-10T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:17:26.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy. Birthday. Mirror.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Date today: October 10. Happy with Mia. Love you, dearie. (Happy's an STC term. It means monthsary) No. I'm not a lesbian and so is Mia. We just wanted to celebrate our friendship every month. :)) We had a date at Dairy Queen in Trinoma. Yee. :)) Blizzard is love. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met someone that's why I'm happy. HAHAHA. Right Domeng, cousin? Where art thou? Update your blog, ok? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new pair of earrings! Wee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new twilight trailer is out. That like OME! =)) O my Edward, marry me. Eew. Fan girl much. Anyway, I can't wait to watch the movie. :"&gt; Here's the&lt;a href="http://twilightcovenph.multiply.com/video/item/24/Twilight_Final_Theatrical_Trailer_in_Glorious_HD"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;link,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Meinell's birthday in Trinoma. We saw Jaime who happens to celebrate her birthday,too. Happy Birthday to you two. God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;MIRROR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Watched Mirror with Meinell, Mia, Domeng, Mara, Jem, Gail, Bea, Meann, Abby and Dhanna.  Oh boy. That movie scared the hell out of me. Honestly, I didn't got the last part. Why would the lead character be stuck in the mirror if it was destroyed before he died? So weird. Help anyone? I need an explanation. Hell week just made my brain twisted. It's hard for me to pick up on things now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-4853015351673491645?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4853015351673491645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=4853015351673491645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4853015351673491645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4853015351673491645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-mirror.html' title='Happy. Birthday. Mirror.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-718092975205356696</id><published>2008-10-09T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:47:17.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fully Alive</title><content type='html'>Finally. After a week of non-stop note book browsing, celebration is now at hand. Yes, people. Exam week is over! Woot. Theresians are on a 4-day weekend today. Love. Thank you St. Theresa and Mother Marie. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my to-do list:&lt;br /&gt;1) Watch OTH, GG, The secret life, PR....and many more.&lt;br /&gt;2) Attend Meinell's party tomorrow at Trinoma.&lt;br /&gt;3) Celebrate with Mia on the 10th. Yee. Happy! :-* &gt;:D&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Study for computer exam on teusday. Boo. I need to study. My grades are sinking. :((&lt;br /&gt;8) Make a shopping list and give it to mom. HAHA. I love you mommy!&lt;br /&gt;9) Read Falling leaves.&lt;br /&gt;10) Check my on-line accounts every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;11) Download songs. My playlist suck! :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. I have a lot to do. :)) I got to go. It's time for me to watch Project Runway: Good Queen Fun. Til here! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-718092975205356696?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/718092975205356696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=718092975205356696' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/718092975205356696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/718092975205356696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/10/fully-alive.html' title='Fully Alive'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-947634529812295468</id><published>2008-10-05T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:34:00.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There really is no difference</title><content type='html'>Are you getting sick and tired of the never-ending arguments between the sea of green and blue? I'm talking about the Blue Eagles a.k.a Ateneo and the Green Archers a.k.a La Salle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I've read a very sensible blog post from Charles Tiu about this. &lt;a href="http://charlestiu.multiply.com/journal/item/41/"&gt;*clicky*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously, I got inspired once again to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ateneo or La Salle? Blue or green? I'm always asked which side I support every UAAP season. What I tell them is: "This year? La salle! Next year: Ateneo". :)) Well, you know, my guy best friends are from La Salle and my cousins are from Ateneo so I have to support both. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I'm so SICK of their rivalry. I really don't get the point of why both schools are making it a big deal. Come on! Like for example, Ateneo keeps on saying that La Sallites are dumb. On the other hand, La Salle keeps on saying that Atenians are air heads. Agh. Where's the love, people? I know that  there's a La Sallite who's a air head and I'm pretty sure that there's a dumb Ateneian out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez. Have you heard of the Bonfire incident?                                             &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SOhsEg1_S-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/UgYOz4orrJ4/s1600-h/P9300020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SOhsEg1_S-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/UgYOz4orrJ4/s320/P9300020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253567790119341026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well apparently, some frekishly weird alumni wrote the names of La Salle's players on wood and burned them. Gash! Is he still unsatisfied that Ateneo won the championships? FYI: The Eaglets also won the championships so that makes a double victory celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* This must be put to a stop. It's just a basketball game. For me, both schools are just equal. La Salle has a very good engineering courses and also accounting. Ateneo's business courses are always credited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Stop thinking about who's more supreme, guys! Think about world peace and global warming. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I'm suppose to be reviewing right now. Oh boy. Good luck to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-947634529812295468?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/947634529812295468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=947634529812295468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/947634529812295468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/947634529812295468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-really-is-no-difference.html' title='There really is no difference'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SOhsEg1_S-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/UgYOz4orrJ4/s72-c/P9300020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-6726083299556307072</id><published>2008-10-03T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T07:20:01.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling like SHIT. Seriously.</title><content type='html'>I'm not suppose to blog right now since it's 3 days before exams. But no! A lot had happened this week and I feel like posting them. Yes. I do feel like Shit today. Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have colds. Agh. It's really irritating. Because of this, I can't concentrate hard.&lt;br /&gt;2) Reviewing. Wow. It's our exams on Monday. Algebra and research. What a way to start my week. Damn. I need to pass my research subject. Honestly, I'm still confused about the mean and standard deviation thing. Uhm. Help?&lt;br /&gt;3) Term Paper. Pfft. We need to past chapters 1 and 2 on Monday. My time allotted for reviewing is lessened because of this.&lt;br /&gt;4) Didn't attend Pals today. My parents left me. Amp. &lt;br /&gt;And lastly...&lt;br /&gt;5) I have a problem with my dad. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want to finish those freaky exams. I want to have peace of mind. My bombarded brain needs some quiet time, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-6726083299556307072?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6726083299556307072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=6726083299556307072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6726083299556307072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6726083299556307072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeling-like-shit-seriously.html' title='Feeling like SHIT. Seriously.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-3289589557225466824</id><published>2008-09-30T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T03:34:55.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite happy that you did that</title><content type='html'>It's really fulfilling to see that I'm improving in both of my math subjects. Hello number 8's! :)) Geometry's the only subject that I really studied seriously. Thank God for helping me improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the third year pressure, (Come on. Let's all admit that school is a living hell.) I'm forced to do things that are against the rules. During one class, our teacher asked us to write something about a story. HELL! I forgot to read it! Stupid Algebra and Geometry quiz. AAHHH! So, I opened the book, which is by the way not allowed. Oh how brave and stupid I am. :)) Then...BAM! A classmate saw us so...TADAH! I have an offense. Actually, I really thank my teacher for understanding me. I PROMISE THIS WILL BE THE LAST TIME. *sigh* I expect to have a low grade in the said subject. How can I enter UP with that kind of grade? Jeez. So help me God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you're expecting that I'm mad at my classmate. I AM HAPPY THAT SHE DID THAT. This experience made me more expose to the people who really cares about me. Now, I value the people who are ready to listen to my mistakes no matter how grave they are. All I can say to that classmate is THANK YOU and to all my friends I LOVE YOU ALL. THANK YOU FOR STILL ACCEPTING ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-3289589557225466824?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3289589557225466824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=3289589557225466824' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/3289589557225466824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/3289589557225466824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/09/quite-happy-that-you-did-that.html' title='Quite happy that you did that'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-4276267689895164398</id><published>2008-09-26T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:02:11.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend or a lover?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Staring at a blank page before me&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, wondering&lt;br /&gt;If what I'm feeling is reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me I'm your friend&lt;br /&gt;But then I can't help but feel&lt;br /&gt;A feeling so surreal&lt;br /&gt;Am I in love or pure infatuation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is weird, really weird&lt;br /&gt;There's a small space in my mind&lt;br /&gt;A tiny space&lt;br /&gt;That tells me I'm more than that&lt;br /&gt;But then again&lt;br /&gt;You told me I'm your best friend&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I want to be more&lt;br /&gt;I know I can be if I let my feelings soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be here&lt;br /&gt;Always and forever&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm just your friend or your new lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-4276267689895164398?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4276267689895164398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=4276267689895164398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4276267689895164398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4276267689895164398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/09/friend-or-lover.html' title='Friend or a lover?'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-287398722267703985</id><published>2008-09-25T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:13:12.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woos and Phews</title><content type='html'>Earlier, we practiced our routine for our fast approaching dance production. All I can say is HECK! Haha. It's uber tiring especially when the steps are mostly gymnastics. FYI: You can call me a less flexible person. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geometry killed me today. It's really boring and my muscles are aching. Agh. All I did was to stay awake during those 50 minutes cause I really need to. Remember my sucky geom grade? I really need to improve. I suck at math, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to Ms. Chubby and Ms. Gino who kept me alive during the remaining classes. Our religion class is very interesting since we're dealing about our parents who I love so much. HAHA. Filipino class is really fun, too! That asshole Padre Salvi just removed my drowsiness. Oh and we're 4 chapters away. Wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATENEO WON! Well, seriously I've been rooting for La Salle. Since some of my friends and my crush studies there. Haha. No offense to Ateneo. They have a great team and I think that they're really deserving. Heck. They all deserve to win. Even the unpopular NU can. HAHAHA. Poor Maierhoffer. He'd been, hhhmmm how can I say this, punished (?) because the referee saw him pointed his bad finger to someone. As expected, he said otherwise. That made the game more exciting. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Jay's birthday today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESSICA DAPHNE DE GUZMAN SALONGA!!! I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaay. Got to go. I need to write my Filipino notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-287398722267703985?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/287398722267703985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=287398722267703985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/287398722267703985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/287398722267703985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/09/woos-and-phews.html' title='Woos and Phews'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-7482707048387233652</id><published>2008-09-19T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:58:07.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His voice is the soundtrack of my day.</title><content type='html'>WAAAAHHHH! The Claret-STC interaction for iii1 is done! whooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we had lunch. The usherettes are supposed to be positioned in gate 1, car park and third floor. But we saw them entered gate 2! Haha. So, the whole positioning thing got messed up. It's cool, though. It's just a miscommunication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The names of my partners (Yes. I was given two cause Mux asked me. Don't worry. It's fine.) is Khian and Paolo. Both of them are easy to talk to. Thank God. I don't want partners who just stare. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to the class presentations of each school. Ours was a band and dance. My best friend's the bassist and I'M SO FREAKIN' PROUD OF HER! She's so awesome! Good job Jay! Love you! Moving on. Their first song is Migraine by Moonstar '88 ang High by The Speaks (am i right?). Then the boys presentation is also a band. THEIR VOCALIST IS SO HOT! SMOKIN'! Haha. The played The Great Escape and THUNDER! That's why "His voice is the soundtrack of my day. " is my title. Hahahaha. Keep it up, boy! :)) After that, my classmates danced in the tune of September and Papaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The showdown came afterwards. Whooo! Go Mia! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the giving of tokens and the boys left. :(( Haha. Kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This interaction was a blast. Definitely better than Marist. Agree Theresians?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-7482707048387233652?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7482707048387233652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=7482707048387233652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7482707048387233652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7482707048387233652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/09/his-voice-is-soundtrack-of-my-day.html' title='His voice is the soundtrack of my day.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-180822387031226209</id><published>2008-09-18T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T05:39:05.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouring my random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>3,2,1. Randomness starts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claret interaction tomorrow! Haha. I'm one of  the usherettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better now! Thank you Decolgen non-drowsy and Decolgen drowsy. Haha. I hope my colds will stop tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pals assembly tomorrow! See you guys! Miss you guys already. It's been 2 weeks since I last saw you. Hahaha. Reg! Happy retreat! See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo craving for potato chips and doritos! I want one. Now. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought me colored skinnies. Green and Yellow. Wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to chance most of my clothes in my wardrobe. I'm really excited cause my mom's going to US this november. She's going to buy me a digicam, hoodies and probably the latest i-pod and a marc ecko sneakers. Please mommy! *bats eyelashes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been like a month since I attended a party and I'm so wanting one now. Can't wait for wowie's debut on october and tin's on november. Sober club here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't kady now. I just realized that he's sooooo not worth it. All he got is looks! Bye emo boy and hello hottie! =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for being so random today. I have many things in my head and I'm trying to get them out through blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-180822387031226209?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/180822387031226209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=180822387031226209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/180822387031226209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/180822387031226209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/09/pouring-my-random-thoughts.html' title='Pouring my random thoughts.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-5644626489938790069</id><published>2008-09-17T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T04:16:53.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Pain.</title><content type='html'>My head is throbbing like hell today. Agh. It started out this morning. I sneezed like a gazillion times and so my ever ready mom gave me some medicine. It worked! Like duh. It's suppose to. When I got to school, I'm not sneezing anymore. But when I got home, I started coughing, I feel cold and I have a headache. Stupid virus! I so don't want to miss classes tomorrow! Tomorrow's like the day before the interaction and I haven't gave my 100 bucks for that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change topic: Many have been planning to buy/ buying / using SHUTTER SHADES. In case you're from the mountains (like my enemy who's uncivilized before. HAHA. evil me) and doesn't know what it is, I'll be delightful to tell you about this latest trend. It is a pair of shades without the lenses. Instead of lenses, the middle part of it is covered with bars. So while your wearing it, it's going to be hard seeing. Like my cousin told me, "It defeats the purpose of seeing." Ok fine, nerdy boy. We just want to look cute, okay. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-5644626489938790069?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5644626489938790069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=5644626489938790069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5644626489938790069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5644626489938790069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-pain.html' title='Hello Pain.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-8650487984904132370</id><published>2008-09-12T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:46:20.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty odd</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt that you're annoyed to someone without a particular reason? Well. That's what I'm feeling today. We've been friends for more than a year now. Then something happens. Don't wanna spill all the details though. Just a clue. It happened in our class and I think SHE's responsible for it. It's so obvious. Even ABCDEFG told me that. The thing is...SHE DOESN'T STOP. Agh. I know that it's hard when I got MAD at her. I'm just annoyed sometimes, that all. Odd right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another target. There's this one who feels like she needs to know EVERYTHING. She keeps on butting in in others' conversation. Oh and sometimes I think she wants attention. Like hello! She keeps on singing, oopsie my mistake, SHOUTING. Agh. I'm so sick of her. Still. It's hard to have a fight with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, what am I suppose to do? For now what I'll do is to chill down and wait what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I MIGHT delete this when I felt better. Take note: MIGHT)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-8650487984904132370?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8650487984904132370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=8650487984904132370' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8650487984904132370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8650487984904132370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/09/pretty-odd.html' title='Pretty odd'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-722483095870973337</id><published>2008-09-10T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T06:11:01.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second.</title><content type='html'>My computer is insanely slow today. Pfft. I so need to watch GG. Chuck! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, as expected is a tiring day. Visited ROTC again with III-6. We didn't teach the kids since we lack time. Haha. It's cool, though. We are freakin' unprepared. Don't worry. The next one will be a blast. Watched a docu at school about Peckit people. Then planned for our factory visit next next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn. It's thursday tomorrow! Hello school work. Agh. I so want summer. NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-722483095870973337?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/722483095870973337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=722483095870973337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/722483095870973337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/722483095870973337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/09/second.html' title='Second.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-4951169008372384971</id><published>2008-09-09T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T04:19:07.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over.</title><content type='html'>Stand up and SCREAM! My monologue is finally done. I'm the second to the last to perform. Hahaha.  It's really scary to "act" in front of a crowd especially if the crowd are the people you know. But I survived! When my I heard the applause after Meann's performance, I was like "SHOOOOT. It's my turn". My whole body's shaking when I started talking. While talking, my head keeps repeating "I'm Juan Crisostomo Ibarra y Magsalin". I can't even look at my teacher cause she's scary. Haha. There's a part in my monologue that I'll throw a knife. After I did that, the knife bounced! Haha. Pretty hilarious but I'm mad that time. Stupid Padre Damaso. So after the performance....AAAAHHHHH! Deep inside, I shouted with joy cause I know that it's finally over! No more practicing in front of my yaya and no more worrying about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee! PALIHAN tomorrow. It's a good and bad thing, actually. Like a yin yang sorta thing. Well, I'm relieved that it's Palihan tomorrow. That means we don't have classes to attend to. No boring teachers to listen to their hard-to-understand lessons. It's a break from the twisted world the juniours are in. On the contrary, it's communtity based. Meaning, we will visit ROTC and teach cruel kids. Agh. Our group is tasked to teach them about dengue. Wow. How interesting. It's up for me and Jay to make them listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-4951169008372384971?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4951169008372384971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=4951169008372384971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4951169008372384971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4951169008372384971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-1257645717760503128</id><published>2008-09-06T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T06:49:49.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get it over. Please.</title><content type='html'>No BLG for me. Boo. Oh well. At least I got to receive palancas from PALS friends and watch OTH, GG and the Secret Life. Thanks Reg, Seph and David. Mwah! &gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us hate Mondays. I'm one of them but, it's different this time. I want Monday. Now. I want the friggin' monologue to be done. Please, Lord. Help me! May the soul of Ibarra enter my system on that day. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined Facebook! Yey for me. Haha. Now I'm cool. =)))))) Add me up bitches! &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1112280532"&gt;*click* &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-1257645717760503128?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1257645717760503128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=1257645717760503128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1257645717760503128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1257645717760503128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-get-it-over-please.html' title='Let&apos;s get it over. Please.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-3036200546820352648</id><published>2008-09-04T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T03:17:19.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My story within the universe story</title><content type='html'>Thrilling. Fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Very Erudite&lt;/span&gt;. Some if the words to describe our retreat. The universe story was its focus. First, they introduced to us how the elements were formed. Then, how planets relate with gravity and it's orbits. The next day, we discussed about the first step of human civilization. Lastly, the arbitrary of such wise creatures who soon lead the creation to a catastrophe : GLOBAL WARMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every after talks, we decorate our "mandala", reflect and answered some questions in our drawing book. Yes. We each have a drawing book. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the retreat (besides the breaks) are the exchanging of hugs, saying thanks to your friends and exchanging messages through the roses. It's really overwhelming to see my friends (some I just met this year) coming to me and thanking me. Wow. That made me feel loved and useful. HAHA. I cried because some of my friends are crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This retreat made me love III-1 more. Love you perfect gals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-3036200546820352648?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3036200546820352648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=3036200546820352648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/3036200546820352648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/3036200546820352648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-story-within-universe-story.html' title='My story within the universe story'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-2308562817087135410</id><published>2008-09-02T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T03:36:15.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is bittersweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BITTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. Back when I was a grade school er, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I always expect having 7's in my report card. Let's accept the fact: a trimestral curriculum is really hard. Moving on. When I entered high school, I became more determined. I see to it that my lowest grade is 80. Earlier, my dad got my card. Surprise. Surprise. I got a 77 in geometry. Let me repeat that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77! &lt;/span&gt;Fucktard. So I'm currently hating myself for that. Gad. I don't want my mom to see that. That's very/super embarrasing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. Tomorrow's our retreat and we have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;attend 3 friggin' subjects. &lt;/span&gt;That's religion, filipino, and lab. We have to perform 2 experiments tomorrow and I still don't know where my googles is. Can I borrow yours? Pretty please. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWEET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One. I got a 92 in Computer! I love ms. plas disk now. Haha. &gt;:D&lt; This is the highest grade I got since I started studying. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. I'm so excited for our retreat tomorrow! It's gonna be held in St. Michael's; where the last CLP was held. Coolness! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three. Lola's home. (She had a surgery yesterday.) She's well now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four. My best friends before are not mad at me anymore (wow. that rhymes. HAHA.). It started like 2 weeks ago when Kate IMed me to sort things out between us. I'm really thankful that she had forgiven me. Don't ask about it. It's my fault. Swear. So earlier, I was talking to Kate about random stuff when shockingly Carmina approached us. "Hi! FriendSSSSS". That what Carmina said to us. Emphasis on the S people. Yey! After I have composed myself, I apologized to her and accepted it. Whoah. Thank you Lord! Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-2308562817087135410?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2308562817087135410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=2308562817087135410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/2308562817087135410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/2308562817087135410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-bittersweet.html' title='Life is bittersweet'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-6394497400601647333</id><published>2008-09-01T02:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:51:02.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible Major</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tblBorderAll"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=35647N" target="_blank"&gt;WHAT MAJOR IS RIGHT FOR YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.quizfarm.com" target="_blank"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;English/Journalism/Comm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in Communication, English, Film, Journalism, Literature, or Writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. Please post your results in your myspace/blog/journal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table width='50%'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;English/Journalism/Comm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;French/Spanish/OtherLanguage&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='88' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;88%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Psychology/Sociology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyMDMxNjg3ODkzMyZwdD*xMjIwMzE2OTY4OTEyJnA9NjkwODEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-6394497400601647333?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6394497400601647333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=6394497400601647333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6394497400601647333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6394497400601647333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/09/possible-major.html' title='Possible Major'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-1328535902321424258</id><published>2008-08-29T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:34:05.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's not a boy but an 'it'</title><content type='html'>Gonna use a child called 'it' for our term paper. Men. It was disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story's about the ill-fated Dave Pelzer and his' struggles to escape from his stupor and abusive mother. At first he describes his family as the "Brady Bunch". A family who loves to be merry and spend time with each other. He even described his mom as the giver of happiness in their abode. But soon, his carefree life turned into a living hell. Home has lost it's very essence. That is to be loved and cared for. Each day, his mom became more alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the most loud among the Pelzers, Catherine, the mother, took David as her bait. She brainwashed his innocent mind that made him think that he really is a "bad boy". For three years he'd been wearing the same unwashed clothes, a result of her alcohol invaded mind. When he has the "priveledge" to eat, all he eat are leftovers that even dogs wouldn't eat. Catherine sometimes locked him in their bathroom with a pail of ammonia and clorox which makes an odius atmosphere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has lost it's importance to David. He keeps on reciting lies to their school nurse; telling her that he bumped on their post. His story seems to be unbelievable that's why the nurse reported his condition to the principal. The principal contacted the police. The police took him to San Mateo Juvenile Department and told him that he'll never return to his "home". He's finally free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I cried while reading this. Catherine and Stephen, the father, are already dead. I'm hoping their in hell now. A place when happiness and love is no longer present. A place where wrath and evil reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that this happen; that David story is a reality and not just fiction. Child abuse must be put to a stop. Parents must nourish them, not treat them like slaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A Child called 'it' made me more aware of what's really happening. Long live Dave Pelzer. May he continue to inspire and educate people of what really love is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-1328535902321424258?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1328535902321424258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=1328535902321424258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1328535902321424258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1328535902321424258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/hes-not-boy-but-it.html' title='He&apos;s not a boy but an &apos;it&apos;'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-745019548471226564</id><published>2008-08-29T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:27:10.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherless day</title><content type='html'>Yes. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;. Brother's not here and so that means *ting* freedom. I got the computer and the television all by myself until tomorrow. Whoopee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case your wondering where that asshole is. Well, he's attending a retreat sponsored by his school somewhere in Makati. Haha. This is his first to do something like this. Men. He needs an ATTITUDE MAKE-OVER. I hope he'll learn something. Maybe he'll be an angel when he gets back. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-745019548471226564?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/745019548471226564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=745019548471226564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/745019548471226564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/745019548471226564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/brotherless-day.html' title='Brotherless day'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-8206966192922346811</id><published>2008-08-26T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:12:46.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo mode</title><content type='html'>just so I can post something. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/tM5RvlBd88"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/tM5RvlBd88" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/_Rg4XKG/music/45nH_AlU/a_fine_frenzy_almost_lover/"&gt;Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your fingertips across my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The palm trees swaying in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Images&lt;br /&gt;You sang me Spanish lullabies&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest sadness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Clever trick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, I never want to see you unhappy&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;almost lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hopeless dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We walked along a crowded street&lt;br /&gt;You took my hand and danced with me&lt;br /&gt;Images&lt;br /&gt;And when you left, you kissed my lips&lt;br /&gt;You told me you would never, never forget&lt;br /&gt;These images &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I make it that&lt;br /&gt;Easy to walk right in and out&lt;br /&gt;Of my life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;A little something for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-8206966192922346811?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8206966192922346811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=8206966192922346811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8206966192922346811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8206966192922346811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/emo-mode.html' title='Emo mode'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-8401125790743546079</id><published>2008-08-24T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T07:21:08.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kady's back</title><content type='html'>Ohohoho! Today is emo day. hahaha. Went to FE at ADMU. Saw this "guy" whom I liked before. After a few months, he got emo-ish. He had bangs now and he's darker. Well it really grossed me out when I saw him looking like that. He looked so happily depressed (ok that's weird. Just try to imagine a happy emo. LABO!). And then theirs this time when I got so pissed to him and never talked to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, in a weird way, he just looks HOTTER. :)) I thought that his emo get-up is really ugly. Just the thought of it makes me wanna gag. Oh God. If you saw him earlier, his smile is...AHH! IT'S KILLING ME! And he's finally talking to me now! Yey! Just so you know, we had this conversation before that ended up in an akward way. Don't wanna spill the details, though. It past, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just wanna say to you guys that KADY is back! HAHAHA. Oh, i still like "how do i love thee". It's just that I miss the days when I'm head over heels to "guy".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-8401125790743546079?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8401125790743546079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=8401125790743546079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8401125790743546079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8401125790743546079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/kadys-back.html' title='Kady&apos;s back'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-6663309645351060978</id><published>2008-08-23T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T05:42:30.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you positively sure?</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA. This made me laugh. Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/isheintoyouquiz/"&gt;Is he into you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He Is So Into You! &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/isheintoyouquiz/into-you.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Come on, why was there any question in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;If he hasn't asked you out yet, he will!&lt;br /&gt;All signs point to strong flirtation -&lt;br /&gt;And that's always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-6663309645351060978?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6663309645351060978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=6663309645351060978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6663309645351060978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6663309645351060978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-positively-sure.html' title='Are you positively sure?'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-7232762055220624335</id><published>2008-08-22T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T05:09:37.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply the best</title><content type='html'>Noli El Fili Dekada 2000 is one of the best plays I've ever watched. Seriously. The actors are great especially Basillo Pilapil. His hotness and undeniably great talent really creeps me out. They even have Bembol Roco and Robert Sena. I even have their autographs. Yey! Now that's what you call great. Oh and the girl characters are really pretty. Well, exclude Salome. Haha. Gayness is also seen in the play. The actor's really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the charater talk. The play was adapted to Jose Rizal's great novels (Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo). Although the said novels were about the brutality the Filipinos experienced during the Spanish era, the play reflects the current issues that our country's facing but, it's still related to the novels. The scenes their are hard to believe but, it's really happening. The corruption, men degrading women, greed, and all kinds of evil a man can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that many schools watched that play. I hope that the students and teachers learned something from it. There is still hope people. May Noli El Fili Dekada 2000 serve as a wake up call to those who are still sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-7232762055220624335?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7232762055220624335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=7232762055220624335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7232762055220624335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7232762055220624335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/simply-best.html' title='Simply the best'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-5295741421003901251</id><published>2008-08-21T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T06:00:02.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't wanna feel pressure</title><content type='html'>Back when I was in second year, my bus mate, a junior then, told me that junior year is very very challenging. A lot of teachers love giving works and most of the time they pile up. Thus, their sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough. Third year is very hard. Our teachers gives homework like there's no tomorrow. I have also experienced staying up late. Thanks for caffeine who never fails to keep me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, during our soc sci period, my teacher asks us if our parents are pressuring us. I'm lucky my parents are not like the ones who loves comparing their own child to others. But, it seems that pressure is my lolo's best friend (read my previous post, "How To Keep On The Right Track"). I don't have the guts to share my utterly painful experiences with him. I really know that I would cry if I did. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I logged in in Ym, I chatted with my friend, reg for a while. Coincidentally, she told about her father's pressuring ways. (Wow. This day is all about pressure). As her friend, I tried my best to cheer her up (like HELLO! that's the very purpose of having friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking. Why are parents like that? I know deep inside that all they want is the best for us but, sometimes, they're really beyond what is right. Thank God for giving me such parents who appreciate my achievements no matter how little and insignificant they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-5295741421003901251?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5295741421003901251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=5295741421003901251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5295741421003901251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5295741421003901251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/aint-wanna-feel-pressure.html' title='Ain&apos;t wanna feel pressure'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-3132283250115437847</id><published>2008-08-20T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T04:37:03.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I suppose to be happy?</title><content type='html'>today's a wednesday. there's a suspension of classes due to typhoon Karen. my bus mates and i walked from stc to lourdes. take note people : it's storming during that time. it's really stupid if you ask me. my "other" bus mate decided that we walk from school to lourdes. ISN'T SHE STUPID?! well, we don't have a choice. she texted the owner of the service and she agreed. again. WHAT THE FUCK?! that's really bullshit, men. AGH. when we arrived there, there's no one inside the bus. all of them are in the high school building. again. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank God for my friend, Patricia. she brought her camera. that made me happy! :)) forgive me. i'm very very VERY vain. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i feel sick. STUPID BUS MATE. no wonder everybody hates her. she's just isn't fair and very bossy! DAMN YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me, am i suppose to be happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-3132283250115437847?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3132283250115437847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=3132283250115437847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/3132283250115437847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/3132283250115437847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/am-i-suppose-to-be-happy.html' title='Am I suppose to be happy?'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-1960432982440016388</id><published>2008-08-19T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T04:43:37.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the gimmick days</title><content type='html'>Time check: 7:42 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't finish my geom homework. Tsk. I'm gonna finish it later. I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, I chatted with my friend reg about our next gimmick. All of us have been pretty busy that's why it's really hard to plan. I blame you schoolwork! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my summer days. The days when all I think of is my friends and nothing else. The days when my friends and I hung out. Videoke. Watched the Bloomfields. Watched a movie. Just get sane and be merry. Those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PALS! I MISS YOU GUYS SO MUCH! :-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I abhor school work. What's the point of having a 4-day-weekend when I have Noli, monologue, term paper and home works to worry about?! You know what they say. NO PAIN NO GAIN. But really. Can you give us a break? That's all I ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-1960432982440016388?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1960432982440016388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=1960432982440016388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1960432982440016388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1960432982440016388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/missing-gimmick-days.html' title='Missing the gimmick days'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-4636486531637826548</id><published>2008-08-18T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T06:06:18.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Theresian Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Favorite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tambayan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- cafeteria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Usual people na kasama mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- my barkada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. Usual food mo pag lunch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;-it depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. Lagi ka bang late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;- i'm an early bird. :-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. San ka usually nakikita pag morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;-iii1 classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. Sinong teacher ang laging kausap mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. Fave coach mo in STCHS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: normal;" class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: normal;" class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Coach Penano! whooo. FYI: I'm not a varsity player. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8. Usual drink mo in STCHS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- RUSH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9. San makikita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; table ng kada nyo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-at the back part :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10. Usual snack that you buy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- banana cake with choco chips. yumm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;11. Was there ever a time na umiyak ka sa cr?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;12. Did you ever enjoy your fairs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Oo naman. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;13. Best math teacher you ever had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;-Miss Magcamit! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14. Favorite subject during Grade 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- can't remember :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;15. Favorite subject during Grade 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;16. Favorite subject during Grade 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-  RELIGION. EEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;17. Fave subj during your Grade 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Language! haha. Mrs. Villasenor rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;18. Did you ever run for council?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;19. Na'late ka ba for flag ceremony?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-DI. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;0. Favorite year and section mo in STC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;- II-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;21. During mornings, how do people see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;-Sabog ako e. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;22. Was there ever a time that you left your id?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;23. Was there ever an event in STC na bawal suot mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-none. i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;24. Do you wear make up in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;25. Usual thing that you borrow from people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;-glue! =)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;26. One thing you will never forget about STC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- the overly simple nuns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;27. Favorite events in STC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;-bandfest, family day, interaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;28. Was STC the best thing that ever happened to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-Pwede na. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;29. Notes received! What do you expect to see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Putek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;30. In your whole stay in STC, name your favorite sections and advisers you've had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;-too many to mention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-4636486531637826548?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4636486531637826548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=4636486531637826548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4636486531637826548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4636486531637826548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-theresian-survey.html' title='Another Theresian Survey'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-621165629053474393</id><published>2008-08-18T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:25:31.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SKlosEt4FkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dhtrv4zO0ZM/s1600-h/pECKO1-4660571v250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SKlosEt4FkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dhtrv4zO0ZM/s320/pECKO1-4660571v250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235831148184606274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today marks the 25th anniversary of Ninoy Aquino which means a holiday for all of us. No classes. Wee! So went to Trinoma mall with my family. Saw a very hip exhibit by Sketchers and Mark Ecko. Look what I found! *points to the left picture* A &lt;span class="prodTitle"&gt;Red Phranz-Phlourish Sneaker from Mark Ecko. Gah. I so want! The sight of those beautiful shoes makes me a spoiled girl who continues to babble to her mom about what she wants. So yah. I was really sales talking my mom about it and all she did was nod. What the fuck?! Agh. So when we got home, I browed the internet about it's price (in the US). They sell it at $70. I have relatives who live there. Maybe I'm going to tell them to buy it for me. HAHA. But, my mom will know about it. There's a big chance that she'll get mad at me because according to her it's "nakakahiya". Tsk. I'm going to pay them, mom. Don't worry. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-621165629053474393?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/621165629053474393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=621165629053474393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/621165629053474393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/621165629053474393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-mom.html' title='Please mom'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SKlosEt4FkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dhtrv4zO0ZM/s72-c/pECKO1-4660571v250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-2086546930004478055</id><published>2008-08-17T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T04:13:41.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a teenage girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="rcatabijan" author_possessive="rcatabijan's"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;My 70 Confessions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;1. Who was the last person to call you baby?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;--my mom. last night. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;--NO. we let the clerk return it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;3. Are You Single, or taken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;--Single :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;4. Has someone ever sang a song to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;-- Yes :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;5. Do you play Sudoku?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;--I hate it. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln11"&gt;6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness would you survive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;--no. i'll lose my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;18. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you would do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;--gather my treasures :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;19. Who was the last person you shared a bed with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;--err. can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;20. Who do you text the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;-- my friend david. he's the only one that i can text when i'm using my sun sim. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;.21. Who last said they loved you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;-- hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln21"&gt;22. What color are your eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;-- black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln23"&gt;25. Do you like your parents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;-- yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln25"&gt;26. Do you secretly like someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;-- yes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;27. Why did your last relationship end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;--  ...differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln29"&gt;28. Who was the last person you said you loved on the phone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;--  ha! i can't answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln31"&gt;29. Favorite ex?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;-- NONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln33"&gt;30. Where was the farthest place you traveled?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;-- sorsogon. gad. i miss that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln35"&gt;32. Do you like mustard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln36"&gt;--No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln37"&gt;33. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln38"&gt;-- both haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln39"&gt;34. Do you look like your mom or dad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln40"&gt;-- both i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln41"&gt;36. Can you do splits?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln42"&gt;-- when i was in grade 3, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln43"&gt;37. What movie do you want to see right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln44"&gt;--twilight, wall e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln45"&gt;39. What did you do for New Year's Eve?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln46"&gt;-- eat, eat and eat. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln47"&gt;40. Where will you be celebrating your new year's day next year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln48"&gt;-- dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln49"&gt;43. Was your mom a cheerleader?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln50"&gt;-- no but she's the school's muse before. cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln51"&gt;45. What's the last letter of your middle name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln52"&gt;-- a :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln53"&gt;47. How many hours of sleep do you get a night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln54"&gt;-- 7-9 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln55"&gt;48. Do you like Care Bears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln56"&gt;-- Ok lang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln57"&gt;49. What do you buy at the movies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln58"&gt;-- popcorn :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln59"&gt;50. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln60"&gt;-- no. boo me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln61"&gt;51. Do you wear your seatbelt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln62"&gt;-- always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln63"&gt;52. What do you wear to sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln64"&gt;-- pajamas haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln65"&gt;53. Anything big ever happen in your town?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln66"&gt;-- hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln67"&gt;54. Is your hair good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln68"&gt;-- it's curly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln69"&gt;55. Is your tongue pierced?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln70"&gt;-- no. eew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln71"&gt;56. Do you like Liver and Onions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln72"&gt;-- yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln73"&gt;58. Do you like funny or serious people better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln74"&gt;--funny AND serious :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln75"&gt;59. Ever been to L.A.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln76"&gt;--no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln77"&gt;60. Who is on your mind right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln78"&gt;--  ah, eh, i, o ,u. labo! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln79"&gt;61. Any plans for tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln80"&gt;--telebabad sa sun with reg! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln81"&gt;62. What's your favorite song at the moment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln82"&gt;-- panaginip lang by paramita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln83"&gt;63. Do you hate chocolate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln84"&gt;-- i love chocolates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln85"&gt;64. What do you and your parents fight about the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln86"&gt;-- grades, gimmiks, late etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln87"&gt;65. Are you a gullible person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln88"&gt;-- sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln89"&gt;66. Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln90"&gt;-- i don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln91"&gt;67. If you could have any job what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln92"&gt;-- i don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln93"&gt;68. Are you easy to get along with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln94"&gt;-- yes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln95"&gt;69. What is your favorite time of day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln96"&gt;-- dunno. it depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln97"&gt;70. Are you a generally happy person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln98"&gt;-- Yes so don't mess up with me :&gt; :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-2086546930004478055?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2086546930004478055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=2086546930004478055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/2086546930004478055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/2086546930004478055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/confessions-of-teenage-girl.html' title='Confessions of a teenage girl'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-6307357376352288394</id><published>2008-08-15T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:51:41.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vices lead to self destruction</title><content type='html'>Today marks the third Friday of the month. Thus, another PALS assembly. Every meeting one of us is tasked to make a "talk" regarding the current issues that teenage today is facing. My friend Tin is assigned today.  Vices  is her topic. She focused on DRINKING  (for those who are sarcastic, i'm referring to alcoholic drinks) and SMOKING.  Most of us admitted that we drink (me included) . Some in moderation while some (i think) are careless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does addictions like this are bad? Well. I have an answer to that. Our body is the TEMPLE OF GOD. Our soul is what lies within us. So, what does this imply? Knowing the fact that we, indeed, are a part of God's creation, have the responsibility to take care of ourselves. If we continue to be naive and to still engage in such addictions will lead us in jeopardy. Not only in ourselves but also to the people who loves us like our family and friends. Keep in mind that whenever we hurt ourselves or the people we love, God also feels that pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink though I still keep in mind my responsibilities. I'll do my best to never be drunk (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know that the person reading this post is probably thinking that I'm such a psycho. Forgive me. I learned a lot during that talk. Just want to share it with you guys and hopefully you'll learn something.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-6307357376352288394?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6307357376352288394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=6307357376352288394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6307357376352288394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6307357376352288394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/vices-lead-to-self-destruction.html' title='Vices lead to self destruction'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-1098645493297157959</id><published>2008-08-15T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T02:04:20.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Helvitica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatfontareyouquiz/"&gt;What font are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You Are Helvetica &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatfontareyouquiz/helvetica.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Your life is ultra modern and ultra streamlined.&lt;br /&gt;You don't get bogged down in details or decoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to think that you're the epitome of style and taste.&lt;br /&gt;People either totally get you - or they think you're boring and generic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-1098645493297157959?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1098645493297157959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=1098645493297157959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1098645493297157959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1098645493297157959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/meet-helvitica.html' title='Meet Helvitica'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-8667465815511458908</id><published>2008-08-13T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T05:29:10.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paramita : people aiming for perfection</title><content type='html'>Move on. I need to move on. Nothing's gonna happen if i continue to regret my previous full of stupidity acts. Besides, I have a lot to think about. Important thing to work on and more significant stuff to ponder. Damn Regret. I'm trying to forget and I NEED to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was a blast. I'm in-charge of playing the head-bopping music of the band Paramita because my friend jay's the dj (wow that rhymes). In case your wondering Paramita means perfection. This word is oftenly used in Bhuddism. Now the band Paramita is one of the most sought-after bands in the Philippines. What makes them unique is their drummer, Ria Bautista, who also plays as the band vocalist. I think that's a first in Philippine history. Some of their best hits are Tala, Hiling and my current LSS Panaginip Lang. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramita = perfection. I'll always keep that in mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-8667465815511458908?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8667465815511458908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=8667465815511458908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8667465815511458908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8667465815511458908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/paramita-people-aiming-for-perfection.html' title='Paramita : people aiming for perfection'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-7260711096288543353</id><published>2008-08-12T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T03:02:47.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologizing for my imperfections</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry i can't be perfect. damn. what a day. just received my geom results and boy they are BAD. i failed the exam. well, in my perspective. the passing score's 62 and my freakin' score is 62.5. oh sweet! agh. so now, i'm REGRETTING everything. i shouldn't have took my exams for granted. so now, i like to send my apologies to my parents. they've been supportive in my endeavors. what i did is unforgivable. still. sorry mom. sorry dad. i promise to improve this quarter. sorry that you have a child like me who's so foolish and very irresponsible. having the experience to actually fail makes me feel that i'm useless. i feel that my dreams to enter a prestigious school in college (which is UP) has been crashed because of my stubbornness. if only i can take back time...i'll take that test again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-7260711096288543353?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7260711096288543353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=7260711096288543353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7260711096288543353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7260711096288543353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/apologizing-for-my-imperfections.html' title='Apologizing for my imperfections'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-998179511091990225</id><published>2008-08-11T04:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T04:41:33.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Low and unacceptable</title><content type='html'>two words to describe my exam results. tsk. so we just received socsci, religion and chem :| piss! damn. i admit i'm quit confident that i'm going to get a high grade (well that's what i do every exam). moral of the story : don't overlook obstacles. a happy-go-lucky attitude will not help me get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i want to say. i'm not in a chatty mood right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-998179511091990225?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/998179511091990225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=998179511091990225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/998179511091990225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/998179511091990225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/low-and-unacceptable.html' title='Low and unacceptable'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-6611414581453626918</id><published>2008-08-09T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T05:00:58.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabaw days are over</title><content type='html'>Stand and rejoice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Theresians&lt;/span&gt;! Examinations are done. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yey&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning's our Chem exam. Forgot how to compute for diameter...AGAIN. dammit. Oh well. Next is English. Chicken! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exam, my bus mate Abby treated us at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mcdo&lt;/span&gt;. An after-exam party. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wooot&lt;/span&gt;. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home with my best friend, jay. Just hang out and waited for *insert lip gloss song here*. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloaded some cool fonts. Ate Doritos. Sound trip. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Urbandub's&lt;/span&gt; new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vid's&lt;/span&gt; out already! We saw it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;myx&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My patience was tested today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;! So, I'm watching the amazing race and jay's checking my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: *played lip gloss song*&lt;br /&gt;Kaye: *shocked...and excited =))* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HOY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Jay: *shows my phone with NO call*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*both laughed hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gad. Am I that excited?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that hilarious incidence we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; because jay's grandma will fetch her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! What a fun day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Imma&lt;/span&gt; read eclipse (sorry loser.) and finish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OTH&lt;/span&gt; season 5. Oh how i miss MY LUCAS SCOTT. =))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/span&gt; time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatflavorpopsicleareyouquiz/"&gt;What flavor of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt; are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt; You Are a Cherry Flavored Popsicle &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatflavorpopsicleareyouquiz/cherry.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You are sweet and friendly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(true. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, summer is all about doing your favorite things. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ah. freedom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You are a nostalgic person. You love old fashioned things like ice cream trucks. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yeah. i reminisce when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; bored. :)) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You savor everything. Every taste of summer, the feeling of the sun, the smell of the beach...&lt;br /&gt;Of all the types, you love summer the most. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yeah baby!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-6611414581453626918?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6611414581453626918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=6611414581453626918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6611414581453626918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6611414581453626918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/sabaw-days-are-over.html' title='Sabaw days are over'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-7046520601499870252</id><published>2008-08-07T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:37:18.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven knows i tried</title><content type='html'>Forget about me by little bit = major LSS. agh. so just finished reviewing for filipino. imma review for geom later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaskepticquiz/"&gt;Are you a skeptic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt; You Are 65% Skeptic &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/areyouaskepticquiz/skeptic-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; While you aren't always skeptical, you generally approach life from a skeptical viewpoint.&lt;br /&gt;You're open to any outlandish claim, but you need proof before you'll believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, you're occasionally willing to go out on a limb and put your faith in idea.&lt;br /&gt;There's a few beliefs you hold because you hope they're true - not because they've been established as true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-7046520601499870252?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7046520601499870252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=7046520601499870252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7046520601499870252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7046520601499870252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/heaven-know-i-tried.html' title='Heaven knows i tried'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-8592068824848016515</id><published>2008-08-05T05:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:11:10.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Present, now, today</title><content type='html'>exams tomorrow! oh sweet joy! hahaha. just finished reviewing algebra and research. *sigh* SO HELP ME GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog things time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouliveinthepastpresentorfuturequiz/"&gt;Do you live in the past, present or future?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt; You Live in the Present &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/doyouliveinthepastpresentorfuturequiz/present.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You take things one day at a time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And it turns out, that's a pretty great way to live. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i agree.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't consumed by the past, and you're aren't obsessed with the future. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(wrong! i'm obsessed with the future. *pictures myself as a billionare* hahaha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live in the now, and you enjoy each moment. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(oh yes! thank you sun! thank you for always making my day bright.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most people don't live in the present enough, make sure you don't live in it too much. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be a mistake to forget your past or neglect to plan for the future.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(uh-huh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-8592068824848016515?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8592068824848016515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=8592068824848016515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8592068824848016515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8592068824848016515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/present-now-today.html' title='Present, now, today'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-1108121839529007236</id><published>2008-08-04T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T04:49:26.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Focusing on the beauty of sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofthefivesensesareyouquiz/"&gt;WHICH OF THE FIVE SENSES ARE YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt; You are the Sense of Sight &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whichofthefivesensesareyouquiz/sight.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You are a very observant, detail oriented person. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hmmm....i beg to disagree.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You are able to take in a lot of information at once. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sometimes. if i REALLY LISTEN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You often see things that other people never notice. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(dunno.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a good eye for design and aesthetics. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yes but, that doesn't mean i'm artistic. i love watching fashion shows and i know when a design is good or not but, i don't know how to draw. haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to be surrounded by beauty - natural or not. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(true. discos and beaches are some of my sanctuaries. lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you imagine how something should look, you see it clearly in your mind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(true.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-1108121839529007236?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1108121839529007236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=1108121839529007236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1108121839529007236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1108121839529007236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/focusing-on-beauty-of-sight.html' title='Focusing on the beauty of sight'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-2196858772138388121</id><published>2008-08-03T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T03:24:11.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know how when to spend and save</title><content type='html'>got hooked to blogthings. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt; Your Money Personality is Healthy &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatsyourmoneypersonalityquiz/healthy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a good relationship with money. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as a matter of fact, money's my husband)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You don't spend wildly, but you're not opposed to treating yourself on occasion. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you save some of what you &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;earn&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(more on what i receive, actually. i'm still not working.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You know the importance of a nest egg. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(nest egg?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't afraid of being financially literate - you embrace learning more about finances. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ok?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a retirement plan to having an emergency fund, you know what you need to have to be safe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yes. true.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-2196858772138388121?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2196858772138388121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=2196858772138388121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/2196858772138388121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/2196858772138388121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-how-when-to-spend-and-save.html' title='i know how when to spend and save'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-5044391081311715399</id><published>2008-08-01T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:25:33.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Katherine means</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; i'm suppose to be studying right now. but, what the hell. studying sucks. haha. thanks to khing for this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(that's true! i'm reflective.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can trust me&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(deep in thought?! what?! well. first of all people don't think i'm snobby. i think. haha. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the first statement's wrong. i'm not best at everything. i strive to be best at it but, sometimes, i'm just the second best. boo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i'm confident, not authoritive and aggressive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(what's that?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(so true! i'm really curious about my future)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(again. it's true. i love hanging out with my friends....and i hate my brother. so yah. i love to be away from home.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(gad. this reminds me of jay. haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(of course i'm original. I'm the only Katherine Anne Aguila Calleja in the whole world.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academic. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not true. look at me now. i'm still looking for perfection.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yes. i'm strong but, i don't think i'm selfish. am i?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yey! that''s super right. i love meeting new people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (yeah. i hate it when two of my friends are fighting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i'm a procrastinator! haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yes i'm crazy. no i'm not a huge rebel. i'm always up to something but that doesn't mean i disregard my priorities.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(haha. i'm always hyper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (true! like partying until 2am =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(true.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(don't agree with that. i know that most people understand the world better than i do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(O_o k.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sooo true! just like what happened last week. i thought my best friend's mad at me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it! &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;*CLICK*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-5044391081311715399?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5044391081311715399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=5044391081311715399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5044391081311715399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5044391081311715399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-katherine-means.html' title='What Katherine means'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-4171159097517031396</id><published>2008-08-01T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T02:19:13.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just logic.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA. learned a lot today. played "logic games" every breaks and i got most of them. (special mention to mara and roema who helped me.) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic game #1 : Pupunta kong 1st spot, magdadala ko ng bag. Anong dadalhin mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: panyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic game #2: Ensaymada, orange, apple. Pinaghahalo-halo. E, ano to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwer: Ensaymada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic game #3: M,M,M,J,J,J,K,K,K. Sino huli kong tinawag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: it depends on the situation. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic game #4: Pupunta kong Indonesia. Magdadala ko ng I-Pod. Anong dadalhin mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic game #5: Pupunta akong jungle. Magdadala ko ng ahh...libro. Anong dadalhin mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: ahh...ballpen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic game #6: Pupunta kong music room. Magdadala ko ng donut. Anong dadalhin mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: relo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic game #7: Gusto ko sa la salle. Ayaw ko sa ateneo. Ayaw ko ng The OC. Gusto ko sa one tree hill. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's some of the games that i know. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's talk about my day. aside from playing those games, we had our mastery tests today :| i'm also going to mass later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE AND LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-4171159097517031396?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4171159097517031396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=4171159097517031396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4171159097517031396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4171159097517031396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-logic.html' title='Just logic.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-4969501227706552358</id><published>2008-07-29T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T03:43:44.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumors and sweet chocolates</title><content type='html'>ok. a lot of shits have been happening in the cyber world.  i'm going to talk about one. it's about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSSIP BLOGS. (&lt;a href="http://gossipbetch.multiply.com/"&gt;gossip bitches&lt;/a&gt; and the copy cat, &lt;a href="http://stcbuzz.multiply.com/"&gt;stcbuzz&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the the gossip bitches. Shall we? k. they're the BEST! trust me. they're compost of three bitches (in a positive way) haha. what makes these bitches great? well, they ruin people's lives ANONYMOUSLY which i think is the right thing. it's so rude to just post the secrets of other people with their names on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another is stcbuzz. a newbie. came up just this weekend. jeez. what a copycat. so unlike the well-respected gossip bitches in stc, stcbuzz is a LOSER. well, she, oopps sorry, they posts the names of the people whom they hate. what the hell?! so what, if they have a "girlfriend". it's their life. oh i suggest that you get one. understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's now move on to the positive side of this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last weekend, my seatmate went to Singapore for a ballet competition. she won a silver medal. yesss. haha. she got back on teusday and gave me chocolates with hazelnuts and toblerone. oh. such a sweet joy. very sinful. haha. thanks meinell! you rock. so now i'm still hyper. i can still feel the sugar moving on my bloodstream. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE AND LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-4969501227706552358?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4969501227706552358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=4969501227706552358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4969501227706552358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4969501227706552358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/rumors-and-sweet-chocolates.html' title='Rumors and sweet chocolates'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-3792748547390084326</id><published>2008-07-27T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:23:18.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely unlucky</title><content type='html'>to whoever you are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from,&lt;br /&gt;the girl who lived&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-3792748547390084326?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3792748547390084326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=3792748547390084326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/3792748547390084326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/3792748547390084326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/definitely-unlucky.html' title='Definitely unlucky'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-1503390287338114594</id><published>2008-07-27T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T02:07:15.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the darkness, comes the Knight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;woke up at around 8 today. ate breakfast. talked to david. mass. lunch at the little store. their crab rice and lumpia rocks! haha. then off to greenhills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;watched the dark night.  here's  a preview of the movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Batman raises the stakes in his war on crime. With the help of Lieutenant Jim Gordon and District Attorney Harvey Dent, Batman sets out to dismantle the remaining criminal organizations that plague the city streets. The partnership proves to be effective, but they soon find themselves prey to a reign of chaos unleashed by a rising criminal mastermind known to the terrified citizens of Gotham as The Joker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  Written by  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/SearchPlotWriters?Peteagassi"&gt;Peteagassi"&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;heath ledger is VERY scary. my father told me that he died due to too much drugs. no wonder he's the joker. he's so creepy. oh and batman has a husky voice which is kinda disturbing. he sounds like he's angry all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SPOILER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rachel died. Boo! Poor Harvey Dent :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so after watching, we shopped for a while. bought a pair of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BLOOD-RED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;jeans. thanks mom! ily :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;after that we went to the art &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhibit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; at Christ the King. the place is so small. i was expecting that the setting of the fund raising is grand but, what the hell. the fund raising itself is more important, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;went home after and ate dinner. dammit. it's monday tomorrow. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PEACE AND LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-1503390287338114594?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1503390287338114594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=1503390287338114594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1503390287338114594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1503390287338114594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-of-darkness-comes-knight.html' title='Out of the darkness, comes the Knight.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-8277430244225767105</id><published>2008-07-25T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:03:29.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's history. Tomorrow's a mystery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MASS: &lt;/span&gt;at the covered court. i was seated at the back since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pledger&lt;/span&gt;. boo. so after the mass we said our promises and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mrs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bayle&lt;/span&gt; delivered her speech. i do remember her saying "Yesterday's history. Tomorrow's mystery. Today is the present". We should just let go of the past and focus on the things that will and might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMP: &lt;/span&gt;made another activity about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;queries&lt;/span&gt;. i have finished the activity. yey! thanks AB for the formula. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEOM: &lt;/span&gt;seat work about counterexamples, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RELIGION: &lt;/span&gt;finished watching the simpsons. boo! i want MORE! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALGEB: &lt;/span&gt;combination again :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUIDANCE: &lt;/span&gt;damn. i thought today's speech day. dammit. so we discussed about WHY THE HELL THE SECOND YEARS HAVE LA SALLE FOR THEIR SOCIAL INTERACTION. That's PURE SHIT, men. agh! the issues settled though but still, it's just unfair. claret is our parter. tsk. but i'm still hoping that ateneo will invite. (to all atenians : PUH-LEEEEAASE *bats eyelashes*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLISH: &lt;/span&gt;grouped. we are tasked to do (or find) a love quotation. so ours is pretty cheesy. haha. we compared love to a .... RUBIK'S CUBE. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM: &lt;/span&gt;didn't understand our lesson. it's so "WHAAAAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mcdo after classes and i saw my crush IVAN again. he's in SECOND GRADE. haha. pedo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Brotherhood of Christian Businessmen and Professionals&lt;br /&gt;North Sector Family Encounter No. 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would like to invite you and your friends to come to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ART FOR A STRONGER FAMILY: Part 3&lt;br /&gt;a fund raising art exhibit of paintings from famous contemporary Filipino artists for the benefit of the BCBP Family Encounter Retreat, July 26 to August 2, 2008; 10am to 7pm; at the Garden of the Divine Word, inside Christ the King Mission Seminary, 101 E. Rodriguez Sr. Ave., Quezon City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formal Opening Day:&lt;br /&gt;July 26, 2008 at 5:30 in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;cocktails follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participating Artists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federico Aguilar Alcuaz&lt;br /&gt;Tam Austria&lt;br /&gt;Angelito Antonio&lt;br /&gt;Romy Ballada&lt;br /&gt;Norma Belleza&lt;br /&gt;Boboy Canete&lt;br /&gt;Felix Catarata&lt;br /&gt;Demetrio Diego&lt;br /&gt;Eliezer Dimaculangan&lt;br /&gt;Rico Donorio&lt;br /&gt;Gerry Gesmundo&lt;br /&gt;Jaime Kwong&lt;br /&gt;Slym Torres&lt;br /&gt;Nards Miranda&lt;br /&gt;Nemiranda&lt;br /&gt;Orly Ypon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE SUPPORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE AND LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-8277430244225767105?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8277430244225767105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=8277430244225767105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8277430244225767105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8277430244225767105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterdays-history-tomorrows-mystery.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s history. Tomorrow&apos;s a mystery.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-7118217768429829019</id><published>2008-07-23T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T04:30:51.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I love thee?</title><content type='html'>let me count the ways. hahaha. can't get over to the message of that sonnet. it's so deep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REL: &lt;/span&gt;went to the imc. watched a documentary about an armless brilliant public speaker. *sigh* his story has inspired me to focus more on my studies. srsly! he's right. we shouldn't focus on the things that we DON'T have. then discussed about the documentary. then watched the simpsons. yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PINOY: &lt;/span&gt;quiz about rizal's love life. hoping to get a high score. then went to the practice house. watched a movie about chapters 1-5 of noli me tangere. discussion after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM: &lt;/span&gt;we cooked for 2 periods! yahoo! we made meringue which is the bomb. it taste good but, it's soft. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOCSCI: &lt;/span&gt;discussion about civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALGEBRA: &lt;/span&gt;lesson about combination :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLISH: &lt;/span&gt;discussed how to i love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEE? &lt;/span&gt;(for those who knew about my crush, you'll figure out why i emphasized the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEE. &lt;/span&gt;hahaha) so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;" &gt;How do I love thee? Let me count  the ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;" &gt;I love thee to the depth and  breadth and height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;" &gt;My soul can reach, when feeling  out of sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;" &gt;For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;" &gt;I love thee to the level of everyday's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;" &gt;Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;" &gt;I love thee freely, as men strive  for Right;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;" &gt;I love thee purely, as they turn  from Praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;" &gt;I love thee with a passion put to use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;" &gt;In my old griefs, and with my  childhood's faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;" &gt;I love thee with a love I seemed  to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;" &gt;With my lost saints, --- I  love thee with the breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;" &gt;Smiles, tears, of all my life!  --- and, if God choose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I shall but love thee better  after death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;damn. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ROCKS! well, here's her story. there's this guy whom she loved. they wanted to get married but then, her father doesn't approve to their relationship (what an ASSHOLE).  she didn't gave up that's why she wrote that sonnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUSIC: &lt;/span&gt;quiz about indigenous music. then composed a melody using the kulintang. after practicing, my classmates goofed around. haha. they keep on dancing in front of the room. they made my stomach hurt because of excessive laughter. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE AND LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-7118217768429829019?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7118217768429829019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=7118217768429829019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7118217768429829019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/7118217768429829019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-do-i-love-thee.html' title='How do I love thee?'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-5163199158902387917</id><published>2008-07-21T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T06:01:14.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The gods must be crazy</title><content type='html'>my monday's great! At first, I thought that this day will be trashy but surprisingly, it turned out to be a FUN day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HRM: &lt;/span&gt;sharing about what we did last weekend. That's also what we did last week and we're going to do it again next monday. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM: &lt;/span&gt;discussed about electrons, ions blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RELIGION: &lt;/span&gt;looong quiz. supposedly, we're going to present how we should do  our moral obligations. i was tasked to be the monster. rar! But since we lack time, we're going to present tomorrow. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PINOY: &lt;/span&gt;ms. gino's absent so the freakishly scary new teacher took over. srsly! whenever she enters the classroom, i feel a bad aura. so, we summarized each chapter of noli. i finished until chapter 3. haha. loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMPUTER: &lt;/span&gt;lesson and activity about queries which, i didn't finish, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALGEB: &lt;/span&gt;discussion about the difference of permutation and combination for 2 periods. she got mrs. garcia's slot. boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOCSCI: &lt;/span&gt;watched "the gods must be crazy". jay and i are laughing the whole time. hahaha. the uncivilized tribe (forgot the name), saw this bottle. an irresponsible pilot threw it from the sky. since they are uncivilized, they didn't know how bottles work and so they find ways to use it like scraping stuff. so this bottle caused jealousy and violence to their community. believe me, the violence scene is very hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLISH: &lt;/span&gt;went to the imc to discussed the poem "to see the world in a grain of sand". didn't listen, though. i just doodled the whole time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went home. did my homework. reviewed. talked to david about random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE AND LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-5163199158902387917?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5163199158902387917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=5163199158902387917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5163199158902387917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5163199158902387917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/gods-must-be-crazy.html' title='The gods must be crazy'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-6152621885617259799</id><published>2008-07-19T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:06:54.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twist and shout</title><content type='html'>hmmm.. so today i'm going to post about one of the greatest bands alive. It's none other than *drumroll please*....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SIHH5e_I9SI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dxBWeOvl-fk/s1600-h/The_Bloomfields_by_superfluidmessdreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SIHH5e_I9SI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dxBWeOvl-fk/s320/The_Bloomfields_by_superfluidmessdreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224676833110848802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...THE BLOOMFIELDS!  So this band is consist of 5  awesome guys. Their music is all about the  60's.  Well, some people say that they're the "BEATLES COPY CATS". That super wrong, people!  So what if they prefer  to perform renditions?! It doesn't matter. As long as  they continue  to influence  different generations in a good way.  I'm really glad that  their  is a  band  who plays  60's music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the member of the bloomfields are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SIHH5eQivlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7MNaioliipo/s1600-h/Drums_by_Gochoco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SIHH5eQivlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7MNaioliipo/s320/Drums_by_Gochoco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224676832915406418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY COLLADO.  He's the man in the drums.  The harry-potter look alike. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SIHH5orjKRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZFEDJYfgP1Y/s1600-h/Happy_Pepe_by_dropmealetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SIHH5orjKRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZFEDJYfgP1Y/s320/Happy_Pepe_by_dropmealetter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224676835713034514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEPE LOZANO.  Mr. Dimples! Haha. He plays the guitar. HOT, right? Well for me, he's the most charming. *giggles* HAHAHA.  He's voice is unique too. Listen to The girl from ipanema and wouldn't it be nice ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SIHH5s3DhRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2068YkdAz8g/s1600-h/jayjay_lozano_by_marthaelenor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SIHH5s3DhRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2068YkdAz8g/s320/jayjay_lozano_by_marthaelenor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224676836835034386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAJAY LOZANO. The frontman (most of the time). Pepe's younger brother.  My brother-in-law. HAHA. Just kidding. He's the youngest in the band and damn he's voice is like an angel. SRSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SIHLa-gQMzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AihhPhI8164/s1600-h/Mr__Livewire_by_mirandastar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SIHLa-gQMzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AihhPhI8164/s320/Mr__Livewire_by_mirandastar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224680707041801010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUIE POCO. Mr. Livewire. Woooot! He's the bassist and probably the band's battery. haha. He's super hyper. That's why he gets so sweaty after gigs. It's not eewie though, because he's HOT!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SIHH5rW-_NI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bi-GDBE5jfE/s1600-h/lakan_hila_by_marthaelenor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SIHH5rW-_NI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bi-GDBE5jfE/s320/lakan_hila_by_marthaelenor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224676836432084178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAKAN HILA. All hail the moog genius! He's the keyboardist. Gad. He's a genius. Try to listen to their song ale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna watch them? Catch them at eastwood every wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE AND LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-6152621885617259799?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6152621885617259799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=6152621885617259799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6152621885617259799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6152621885617259799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/twist-and-shout.html' title='Twist and shout'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SIHH5e_I9SI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dxBWeOvl-fk/s72-c/The_Bloomfields_by_superfluidmessdreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-2859931970248826168</id><published>2008-07-17T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T05:37:25.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go beyond your limitations</title><content type='html'>Today's a very tiring day. I'll tell you why later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I tell you what had happened to my day, I want you to read &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=piuoGb-Nhfw"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;It's an ORDER. ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM: &lt;/span&gt;lesson 'bout atoms blah blah. oh. my teacher told me that Mrs. Olidan was her class adviser before. That's so cool! Mrs. Olidan was my class adviser plus science teacher back when I was in grade 3. So, this got me wondering. How old is Mrs. Olidan? Is my chem teacher young? Well. Mrs. Olidan is not THAT old when you look at her and my chem teacher look like she's 20-ish. So, probably Mrs. Olidan looks young. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PINOY: &lt;/span&gt;started discussing about Noli and the characters (finally!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEH: &lt;/span&gt;this subject is the main reason why i'm so exhausted today. We just started gymnastics and it's so hard. Seriously! Well, my teacher told us not to babble whenever we do something like that but, I can't help it. Agh. Oh, and we have to master the different kinds of steps 'cause we're going to use it for our dance production. So yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOCSCI: &lt;/span&gt;looooong quiz. 45 items. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEOM: &lt;/span&gt;i forgot what we talked about. haha. i got bored so i just read eclipse. ssshhh. don't tell anybody. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REL: &lt;/span&gt;talked about moral obligation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALGEB: &lt;/span&gt;lesson about something. haha. and we have a 28-item homework ala quiz. =)) that's what our teacher told us. sounds like something yummy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLISH: &lt;/span&gt;two words: shit ass. supposedly, we're all going to accomplish our formal theme. since we lack time (it's not our fault that time flew faster than we think it would), we didn't finish it. So my teachers like, "to all those who are going to pass today, I'll give you plus 3. To all those who can't, minus 3". Since I'm slow, I belonged to the minus-3-awarded people. You can't blame us. We just wanted our formal theme to look decent. shesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while i'm typing this blog, i came across my classmates stat which is "speech tomorrow". DAMN. Another shit. I still don't have a speech and it's like a freakin' test. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE AND LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-2859931970248826168?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2859931970248826168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=2859931970248826168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/2859931970248826168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/2859931970248826168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/go-beyond-your-limitations.html' title='Go beyond your limitations'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-1855543713765706495</id><published>2008-07-16T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T05:31:17.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to keep on the right track</title><content type='html'>It was 2 in the afternoon. My teacher's talking about Einstein's principles and here I am listening like a normal student should. So I wonder, what things matter to me? Then suddenly my teacher asks us to share about our convictions. I got a partner and this is what I told her, "every life has its distinct beauty and so humans must value it". This probably is my guiding principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I feel like giving up. Let's fact it. We all stumble and fall sometimes. At some point in my life I deeply felt jealousy. Every cousin of mine and even my own brother belongs to a so-called "elite" group in their school. To cut it short, they're effin' smart and fuckin' talented. Because if it, my grandfather always praise them. Never in my life have I experienced my lolo being proud of my achievements even though they're not that major. Jealousy filled my heart. I know that God created smart and talented humans but, I felt like a waste. It also lead me to pressure myself to work more. I remember one time my mom caught me in a middle of a breakdown. She immediately asked  what's wrong with me and I really told her about my issues about my cousins. Surprisingly, she cried too. She told me that she noticed my lolo disregarding my capabilities. My dad also knew about this and I remember him saying "pray to God. it will cheer you up" and it did, actually. Now, whenever I encounter my grandfather praising one of my cousins, I'll just smile to myself and in my mind I say "wait till he sees the best me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience taught me to value once uniqueness. Every one of us are talented and every one must be recognized in a good way. The opinion of others about somebody else must not cause jealousy or pressure but rather, this must taken in a positive way for us to work and strive harder. Life is a mystery and so we must decipher it for us to serve our purpose. Remember, we're only given a single life so we must live it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the whole shit is my formal theme. haha. just wanna post it here cause i can't think of anything to post. this day is just plain normal. nothing out of the ordinary. oh PE day tomorrow. well, good luck to me and my inflexible body. my friend told me that we're going to do gymnastics. gad. that would be a tough challenge for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE AND LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-1855543713765706495?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1855543713765706495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=1855543713765706495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1855543713765706495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1855543713765706495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-to-keep-on-right-track.html' title='How to keep on the right track'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-8482171303083712547</id><published>2008-07-15T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T05:35:33.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb hands of mine</title><content type='html'>just finished writing ALL the characters and their respective roles in the novel Noli Me Tangere. Gahd. There's like 30 of them. So yah. My fingers needed some rest, but NO. I'm still hooked to blogging so even though my hands are about to give up, I'm still going to post about the latest escapades/happenings/gimmicks in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RESEARCH: &lt;/span&gt;disscused about statistics. kinda confusing, actually cause i'm dealing with numbers. haha. let's face it. numbers make our world crazy. agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PINOY: &lt;/span&gt;last discussion about rizal. yey! our teacher gave us 3 homeworks. What the eff?! ugh. we need to research about the characters of Noli, make our Sulating pormal and quiz tomorrow! FUDGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEOMETRY: &lt;/span&gt;quiz about angles. jeez. the bonus part is like "WHAT?!". so yah. it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOCSCI: &lt;/span&gt;map test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLISH: &lt;/span&gt;discussed about this i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WAR IS LOW AND DESPICABLE. I WOULD RATHER BE SHREDDED THAN PARTICIPATE IN SUCH DOINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that line got my attention. he's totally right.  violence must not be use to get authority and dominance. so STOP WAR! spread the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM: &lt;/span&gt;went to the bio lab for some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REL: &lt;/span&gt;discussed about the good samaritan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TLE: &lt;/span&gt;more about dating. my group finally performed. the whole thing's just fucked up! haha. it's alright, though. we got a pretty good score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE AND LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-8482171303083712547?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8482171303083712547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=8482171303083712547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8482171303083712547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/8482171303083712547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/numb-hands-of-mine.html' title='Numb hands of mine'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-1939082213525003823</id><published>2008-07-14T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T05:49:33.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i kissed a girl and i liked it</title><content type='html'>don't get me wrong. I AM STRAIGHT. I'm a girl and i love boys. haha kidding. It's just that my seatmate always sings that song so the that specific line got stuck on my bombarded brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HRM: &lt;/span&gt;shared about what we did last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM: &lt;/span&gt;2 quizzes about matter. discussion about it's composition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REL: &lt;/span&gt;went to mpr b. saw my mountain dew bottle from last saturday on the floor. weird, actually. i know that i threw it properly. anyway. discussed about freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PINOY: &lt;/span&gt;discussed about the lads in Rizal's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMP: &lt;/span&gt;long quiz. sabaw. most of us got blank on the description part. lol. too bad we didn't finish, but whatever, she'll give us time to finish it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALGEB: &lt;/span&gt;lesson about something. haha. i forgot our whole lesson. ;|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOCSCI: &lt;/span&gt;discussed about where humanity started and how we have evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEOM: &lt;/span&gt;lesson about complimentary and supplementary angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLISH: &lt;/span&gt;long quiz about english lit. finally we're done. then ms. gave us time to read "This I Believe" by the shitty Albert Einstein. I'm not mad at him it's just...HE'S SO SMART and I want to be like him. Obviously, my IQ is still not close to his'. *sigh* I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home, ate and slept. i woke up at around 8pm. Talk about being a slob. haha. Thank goodness for the cake. I'm really awake not. Not sleepy anymore. yey! Thanks lola! Your black forest rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. until now, i'm not yet studying and doing my homeworks. well. good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE AND LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-1939082213525003823?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1939082213525003823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=1939082213525003823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1939082213525003823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/1939082213525003823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-kissed-girl-and-i-liked-it.html' title='i kissed a girl and i liked it'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-5584575260520046680</id><published>2008-07-13T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:06:54.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rock world</title><content type='html'>my own rockband! woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SHn01_4cdfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5SryKrPQVA0/s1600-h/2658418202_4b223f2fec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SHn01_4cdfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5SryKrPQVA0/s320/2658418202_4b223f2fec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222474451431224818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NAME: Macbeth&lt;br /&gt;ALBUM TITLE: Suspicions turn into stick&lt;br /&gt;SONGS:&lt;br /&gt;1) Icons tree&lt;br /&gt;2) Monica the musical&lt;br /&gt;3) The union project&lt;br /&gt;4) Super system band&lt;br /&gt;5) Intent blog&lt;br /&gt;6) BBspot&lt;br /&gt;7) Chunshek&lt;br /&gt;8) House of kyle&lt;br /&gt;9) Tangent orange&lt;br /&gt;10) Jobs Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanna Try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go &lt;u&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; The first Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go &lt;u&gt; &lt;a href="http://quotationspage.com/random.php3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; The last four words of the very last quote of this page is the title of your first album. If you want to do this again, you'll hit refresh to generate new quotes, because clicking the quotes link again will just give you the same quotes over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go &lt;u&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Go &lt;u&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.randomwebsite.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; The first ten links you end up in (minus the .coms) are your 10 song titles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-5584575260520046680?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5584575260520046680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=5584575260520046680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5584575260520046680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5584575260520046680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/rock-world.html' title='The rock world'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SHn01_4cdfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5SryKrPQVA0/s72-c/2658418202_4b223f2fec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-6694923336502210591</id><published>2008-07-12T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T03:47:18.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a leadstar for mother earth</title><content type='html'>Just got back from my leadership training. Tired and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAY 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at around 7. From the start, I felt like a loner.  No cellphone means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;. haha. cheesy much. But really, I'm not THAT excited to attend the training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer and presentation of module 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to our venues. MPR A was our venue. I belong to seg a btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played doctor quack quack. All the members of seg a participated which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity from ms. castro. We answered a survey about our leadership style. My style is from the "caring" catagory. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched bee movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussion about the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some group work. We performed about what's going to happen in the future if we, careless biznitches (sorry for the word but sometimes we're becoming biznitches) will continue harming our dear mother earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lourdes Parish for mass. We're seated in the FARTHEST left of the church. so yah. got sweaty. their electic fan's broken. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school. Woo. It's dark when we got back. I can hear the annoying shrieking of the HS noobs. Jeez. Coward much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner. Woo! Chicken! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prayed (i think) along the corridors with the lights off. We just used a torch. Cool huh? That's why I kept on singing Dito Tayo Sa Dilim to shake off the fear that I felt. After that, went to the covered court. Prayed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Module 1-a and b left after. haha. poor them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played truth or dare in our room. Kwentuhan after. Mrs. Sacdalan even herd us. She like banged our door so hard. Haha. Scary. So, yah. Because of that we slept (i think it was at around 12am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Woke up at around 3 am. haha. Too early, right? Well. My friend just got the urge to pee so we accompanied her. On our way to the bathroom, we saw some seniors along the side of the staircase near iii1. They told us that there's a bathroom there. Wee. Shower! So we went back to get our stuff. Waited for them to finish. Mrs. Sacdalan even saw our line outside. We're like 6 in the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Sacdalan: What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;Cara: Ms. We're waiting for her to finish.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Sacdalan: Why don't you just use the other bathrooms?&lt;br /&gt;Kaye: Ms. It's early pa naman. *points to the clock*&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Sacdalan: Oh. Akala ko 6 na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughtrip. Haha. At first I got really scared because I know that what we're doing's ILLEGAL. Thank god. I think she forgot. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree planting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth dance. Ms. Castro read something that is entitled "Letter From 2070". It's like a letter from the future. The writer is telling his life full of guilt because of his irresponsible acts regarding our water. So yah. We must save water. It's a MUST. If we don't, our children, the next generation will suffer. Let's build a better world so that many will still witness God's witness. I know I sound like a creep or something. But I AM SERIOUS. I do care about our planet. So please. Let's save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evaluation at the mpr. And left for home. yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the leadership training even though my friends weren't there. Don't get me wrong. I miss them. Gained new friends (monique and marianne).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to module 4 and facilitators!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE AND LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-6694923336502210591?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6694923336502210591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=6694923336502210591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6694923336502210591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6694923336502210591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/be-leadstar-for-mother-earth.html' title='Be a leadstar for mother earth'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-2993818330656187559</id><published>2008-07-11T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T04:37:17.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help save our future</title><content type='html'>Palihan today. We went to ROTC. Helped the less fortunate as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up. Assembly at the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the ROTC site. We got there at around 8 i think. Gad. So hot. Oh, and there's this man who's just plain weird. We're just standing and he's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hoy! tumabi nga kayo. kaya may traffic eh" &lt;/span&gt;jeez. freak! haha. i'm such a meanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daycare. Gad. That place is so crowded. there's like a 30 people in one room and remember it's hot. so yah. got sweaty. we taught the children about GLOBAL WARMING, which i think they didn't understood. but it's alright though. we got to teach them a new song! haha. kudos to the environment group! after that, we taught them about proper grooming. the kids looks bored while WE (mara, erika, jay and i) are teaching them. kids these days. do they always have the urge to spank and wrestle each other? don't they value peace? agh. it's so hard dealing with them. oh. and we're going to go back there. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back to school after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're suppose to dance tira tira but then since juniors are such kill joys (just kidding!), we didn't do it. our teachers got mad. haha. forgive us. we're freakin' tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a documentary after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dismissal. listened to vulnerable for like a million times. :)) love that song. for him. joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! i have a gossip story. so S and M are past lovers. Then I saw M kissed S on the cheek! hhmmm. does that mean that they'll be together again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. gossip girl much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE AND LOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-2993818330656187559?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2993818330656187559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=2993818330656187559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/2993818330656187559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/2993818330656187559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-save-our-future.html' title='Help save our future'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-5544788464645916221</id><published>2008-07-10T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:15:09.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;RULES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bold what is true about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Italicize what you wish was true about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Add one true thing about you to the end of the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tag five Blogger friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I miss somebody right now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I don't watch much TV these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I love olives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I own lots of books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I love to play video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I've tried marijuana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I've watched porn movies. -the more taboo, the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have been in a threesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I believe honesty is usually always the best policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I curse all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I'm TOTALLY smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have broken someone's bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have a secret that I am afraid to reveal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I hate the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I'm paranoid at times.- at times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I need/want money right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I love sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I talk really, really fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have fresh breath in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have at least one sibling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I was born in a country outside of the U.S. Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I like the way that I look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I know how to cornrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I think prostitution should be legalized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I think Britney Spears is pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I slept with a roommate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have a hidden talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have a lot of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am currently single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I love to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I enjoy window shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I would rather shop than eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I'm obsessed with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tabulas&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I don't hate anyone. I dislike them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I've rejected someone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I currently like someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(LUCKY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I want to have children in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am a member of the Tom Green fan club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have at least 5 away messages saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tabulas&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I enjoy some country music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I would die for my best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I watch soap operas whenever I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have dated a close friend's ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I like surveys/memes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am happy at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Democrat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Conservative Republican.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am punk rockish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am preppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I go for older guys, not younger.(i prefer both. hahaha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I study for tests most of the time. (!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I love my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I believe in prophetic dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am proficient on a musical instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I hate office jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I love sci-fi movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I think water rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I went to college out of state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am adopted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I like sausage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am a pyro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have thrown up from crying too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I love kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I fall for the worst people and have been hurt every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I love Dear Abby. (what's that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I think school is awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I think pigtails serve a purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I don't like multi-textured ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I think John Cusack is adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I fucking hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I can't whistle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have ridden/owned a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I talk in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I would not be friends with them if they weren't family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have a tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I know who Santos L. Halper is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I read trashy romance novels and I am ashamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I love wrestling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I cosplayed or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I'm an artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have a goal to collect every Johnny Depp movie ever made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am ambidextrous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I sleep with so many stuffed animals; I can hardly fit on my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* My computer has a name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* If it weren't for having to see other people naked, I'd live in a nudist colony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have terrible teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I hate my toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I did this Meme even though I wasn't tagged by the person who took it before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have more friends on the internet than in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have lived in either three different states or countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am extremely flexible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I love hugs more than kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I want to own my own business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I smoke or have tried cigarettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have met a star from ABC's LOST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Nobody has ever said I'm normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Sad movies, games, fics and the like can cause a trickle of tears every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am proficient in the use of many types of firearms and combat weapons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I like the way women look in stylized men's suits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I don't like it when people are displeased or seem displeased with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have been described as a dreamer or likely to have my head up in the clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have played tennis with my non dominant hand before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have played strip poker with someone else before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I read the labels on food, shampoo, and other things just because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have emotional problems for which I have sought professional help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I believe in ghosts and the paranormal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I can't stand being alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have at least one obsession at any given time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I weigh myself, pee/poo, and then weigh myself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I consistently spend way too much money on obsessions-of-the-moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I'm a judgmental asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I'm a HUGE drama-queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have traveled on more than one continent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I was a Spice Girls fan and I'm proud of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I sometimes wish my father would just disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have seen every single episode of more than one television show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I need people to tell me I'm good at something in order to feel that I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am a Libertarian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I can sing songs in languages I don't speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I could speak more than one language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I can fall asleep even if the whole room is as noisy as it can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am ovulating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am very confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I believe that everything ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I like happy endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I ask too many questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am a closet philanthropist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I can recite all 50 states in alphabetical order, from memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I would rather read than watch TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I like reading fact more than fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have pulled an all-nighter on an assignment I was given a month to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have at one time considered becoming an assassin using only a knife and a pack of gum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* My parents never gave me a set allowance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have spent the night in a train station or other public place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have been so upset over my physical gender that I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have more pets than I have good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have ridden in a vintage airplane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I maintain that Marmite is magically delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am obsessed with Victorian literature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I love to travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have a talent for complicating people's lives unintentionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I go completely out of control when I'm on my period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I've run away from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Internet friendships freak me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I don't like uneven numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I think I have a mild case of OCD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I have crushes on numerous television characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I am the first in my family to graduate high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I can't live without my watch. I have no sense of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I spend a lot of time rehearsing scenarios in my head about really inconsquential things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I talk to myself far too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* School takes up 50% or more of my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I'm known for singing in the shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* It is illegal for me to have any type of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I'm a bandie, geek and jock all in one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I put myself down alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I'm a HUGE Backstreet Boys fan. And I'm not 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I know what Glamorous Indie Rock 'N Roll is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I live in a dorm on a college campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I've often wondered whether Robin from Batman was gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I love Pride and Prejudice that I reread the book a couple of times a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I like guys who can make a girl laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* I lose a cellphone/wallet/PDA or anything expensive at least once a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*I have the knack of thinking too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I love alcohol. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-5544788464645916221?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5544788464645916221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=5544788464645916221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5544788464645916221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5544788464645916221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-me.html' title='That&apos;s me.'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-5496285535986067709</id><published>2008-07-10T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:16:22.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss_the_cook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;current lss: vulnerable by secondhand serenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YESTERDAY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;palihan. first we prayed and presented our model community. i was tasked to be the church wall. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;talk. it's basically about the typical Filipino community. so poverty-stricken. quit boring actually. jay and i started to count some lines/ letter/ numbers on our watch. haha. weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we grouped for the exposure trip tomorrow. made our props. we're going to teach the healthy diet, dengue awareness, and the dangers of TOO MUCH junk food. (take note on the emphasis on the phrase too much. junk food's not bad at all. you just have to eat little by little)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;after that, went to the pre-camp orientation at the imc. thanks to cara, buddy for providing the sleeping bag for me. thanks cara! haha. so. we played hep!hep!hooray! which is fun. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEM: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lab experiment was about preservatives and mineral content of different kind of foods. i'm quit disappointed though. we didn't finish the experiment because we lack time. boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PINOI: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;quiz about Rizal as an artist then discussed about Rizal's lovelife. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TALK: &lt;/span&gt;wanna know what the topic was about? *drumroll* HUMAN SEXUALITY. :)) so. there. very interesting, i may say. my batchmates question was so hilarious like "why do condoms have different flavors?" so. yah. ended pretty good actually. learned a lot of things. (kids! remember! sex is not bad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUNCH: &lt;/span&gt;thanks to the dj today. she played my request. yey! i'm yours is the song that i requested, btw :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEOM: &lt;/span&gt;got my last quiz back. my score's a total shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RELIGION: &lt;/span&gt;talked more about freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALGEBRA: &lt;/span&gt;talked about fpc and permutation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLISH: &lt;/span&gt;finished discussing the english literature. finally! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exposure trip tomorrow! yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PEACE AND LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-5496285535986067709?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5496285535986067709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=5496285535986067709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5496285535986067709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/5496285535986067709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/kissthecook.html' title='Kiss_the_cook'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-6718023499918868877</id><published>2008-07-08T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T04:50:01.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Critically_aware_of_our_wounded_earth</title><content type='html'>we had our theme launching first thing in the morning. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i will totally take action to save our dear mother earth.&lt;/span&gt; so you irresponsible people must stop throwing your garbage everywhere because your just worsening the jeopardy that our world is facing. gad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PINOI: &lt;/span&gt;quiz about Rizal's inventions, his life as a teacher and doctor. i hope to get a high mark on that quiz. my previous scores are beyond embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEOM: &lt;/span&gt;quiz about angles, rays, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOCSCI: &lt;/span&gt;our group reported. thanks to mia. she's the only one who has the guts to report. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLISH: &lt;/span&gt;went to the practice house. damn. hate the way she presented her powerpoint (iii1 knows who i'm talking about *wink*) i mean, what's the point of doing it if you wouldn't let us copy? damn. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;what a weirdo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM: &lt;/span&gt;went to the conference room. discussed about the properties of matter and we did our activity something (i forgot what it's called :|)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REL: &lt;/span&gt;we did an activity about &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;. we need to define freedom and unfreedom. for me, freedom  is letting us experience our human rights and unfreedom is  the deprivation  of it. then  we group and we made a proposal about freedom and we need to make a logo. until now my groups not yet done. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TLE: &lt;/span&gt;talked about &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;dating&lt;/span&gt;. my teacher even ask me what dating is. so, here's my answer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dating is spending a time with someone of the opposite sex to measure your compatibility.  &lt;/span&gt;ok. hahaha. then we grouped. we need to present about how dating really works. too bad the bell rang :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;PALIHAN TOMORROW! yahoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PEACE AND LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-6718023499918868877?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6718023499918868877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=6718023499918868877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6718023499918868877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/6718023499918868877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/criticallyawareofourwoundedearth.html' title='Critically_aware_of_our_wounded_earth'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-3539076330962399670</id><published>2008-07-07T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T04:19:22.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your_so_hot_that_i_melted</title><content type='html'>that's my latest lss. haha. don't ask me why ok? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOMEROOM: &lt;/span&gt;grouping for palihan on friday (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;palihan means freedom.&lt;/span&gt; lol). i belong to mulat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM: &lt;/span&gt;ms. gineta's absent. BBOOO! guess who took over? it's non other than my biology teacher last year who lost my experiment and made me do another one. jeez. memories. agh. so. we did our micropaper. as always, mine was crap! forgive me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i'm not one of the artsy people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REL: &lt;/span&gt;prayer service at the chapel. i also gave my trash-like bookmarks to some of my classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PINOY: &lt;/span&gt;oh no! my quizzes before are&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; low&lt;/span&gt;. wah! :( so, we talked about the tula, dula and all that shits of Rizal. then quiz about his early life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMPUTER: &lt;/span&gt;learned how to place different pictures in different records. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALGEB: &lt;/span&gt;5-item quiz about permutation. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOCSCI: &lt;/span&gt;finished our ms. asia thing (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;thank god&lt;/span&gt;) we grouped to talk about natural selection. oh. that reminds me. we still don't have anything to report tomorrow. well. good luck to us. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEOM: &lt;/span&gt;eerr. i don't know what our lesson is called. it's about transposition something :| we also had our dne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLISH: &lt;/span&gt;went to the imc. the last 2 or 3 groups reported and lesson about the english literature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;can't wait for wednesday and friday.&lt;/span&gt; yahoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PEACE AND LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-3539076330962399670?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3539076330962399670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=3539076330962399670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/3539076330962399670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/3539076330962399670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/yoursohotthatimelted.html' title='Your_so_hot_that_i_melted'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204074657493726040.post-4367127279763257674</id><published>2008-07-06T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:06:55.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AI_shirts_for_sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so. i was browsing to my multiply's inbox last night when i came across ate yumi's post about AI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look what I've seen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SHCul8UELsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8ezA7TIxZPc/s320/AIL43862.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SHCul0XbmCI/AAAAAAAAACw/u7QNVoocXcI/s320/AIL43846.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are two of the shirts that they sell there. it cost $19.95 each. hahaha. so if you have friends/cousins who lives in the states, please order the pink one for me. thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PEACE AND LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204074657493726040-4367127279763257674?l=lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4367127279763257674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204074657493726040&amp;postID=4367127279763257674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4367127279763257674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204074657493726040/posts/default/4367127279763257674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/07/aishirts-for-sale.html' title='AI_shirts_for_sale'/><author><name>writerindisguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12215909776081598472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SGd7aIbDEKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5QDf67Lg5dU/S220/Image074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H92Si2e_b2U/SHCul8UELsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8ezA7TIxZPc/s72-c/AIL43862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
