<?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-15214660</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:54:36.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And.Now.I'm.Falling.Away</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-113360237038688593</id><published>2005-12-03T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T17:33:31.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Don't.Cha!.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE HOT BOYS RULE. :DDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ateneo rules! YEAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-113360237038688593?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/113360237038688593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=113360237038688593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/113360237038688593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/113360237038688593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-113240793217278911</id><published>2005-11-19T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T21:45:32.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.So.Long.And.Goodnight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, because tht's what's playing on the stereo at the moment. Hihi. Man, I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing fun is happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did go to watch Harry Potter and The Goblet Of Fire alone yesterday...7 to 9pm. That movie rocked. It still does. I never stopped. Even until now, I'm still so ballistic about it. I am addicted again. Man. Nice feeling, nice feeling. I LOVE HARRY POTTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love Draco, Cedric [Diggory], and Fred and George! Same thing. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right after that, I got home, and there was this whole emotional thing going on the house, and it made me cry for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my father sucks metal faggot ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he likes it. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm happy again. I'm friggin' happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter rox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-113240793217278911?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/113240793217278911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=113240793217278911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/113240793217278911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/113240793217278911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-113202348569333425</id><published>2005-11-15T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:58:05.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Remain.BLINDED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fever today. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sniff- I have a fever, a cold and a cough at the same time. And I'm cold...no, wait, I'm hot...no, cold. BAH. And my head hurts. -sniffs- They said I got sick [beside the cold and the cough] because I was too stressed out, or angsty...not getting enough sleep and thinking too much. Can I help it?! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really feel like drawing, but I really do wish I am more productive. -sigh- This sucks. But home is good. -___- I get the aircon all day, and 4 really thick blankets...and I don't feel hot! Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no one at home, anyway, so I can do whtever I want. xD The household doesn't really care that I'm alone in the house and sick or anythin'. That's good. They won't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh- .___. I'm so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Loooonely. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-113202348569333425?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/113202348569333425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=113202348569333425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/113202348569333425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/113202348569333425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-113168806094965432</id><published>2005-11-11T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T13:47:41.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.One.Tequila,.Two.Tequila,.Three.Tequila,.FLOOR!.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrr....played &lt;strong&gt;Sims Bustin' Out&lt;/strong&gt; last night...it sort of sucked. I didn't like it. Sims lost it's appeal to many after switching to the console. PC is way better. But...ehh...I guess &lt;strong&gt;Sims2&lt;/strong&gt; on the PS2 isn't &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bad....but it still sort of sucks. And I did expect more fun in Sims Bustin' Out...just that, well, you actually have to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stuff. It's not freeplay anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Monica has my &lt;strong&gt;Harvest Moon: Save The Homeland&lt;/strong&gt; [my original one] over the weekend, and I am shivering like a coward, fearing for my poor CD's life. I do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SINGLE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; scratch on the case &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the CD. The CD would be worse, but I want no damage on &lt;strong&gt;NEITHER&lt;/strong&gt;, or else she &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pay. o_&lt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I practically don't care that she's my best friend at the moment. She needs to know how much it means to me. I hope she does. I annoyed the hell out of her a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- I'm tense today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, I forgot my jacket and felt so freakishly naked and light...I'm not used to it, and the feeling sucked. I wear that jacket everywhere, so how could I forget it?! And it &lt;strong&gt;suuuuuucks&lt;/strong&gt;. I [ersuaded Iya to let me borrow hers [she's as thin as a stick], and it fit [Imagine my shock. xD] nicely, but still lighter than my own jacket, because mine was all heavy and I brought many things in the pockets. -sigh- And it was blue. I like blue, but Alexa said it wasn't my color, that red suited me more...the color of my jacket. ;o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many other things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked metal faggot ass. And that is copyrighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-113168806094965432?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/113168806094965432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=113168806094965432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/113168806094965432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/113168806094965432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-113146290381463298</id><published>2005-11-08T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:15:03.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.In.Time,.My.Child.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm half down, half excited and half I-just-had-sex. -sighs- I don't care if I misspel things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't updated in a while. Didn't get to go online very much, and I was actually too lazy, but I felt it as if it's a small part of life, writing in a blog. -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;...as I remember, sucked. I was ready to cry and shout at innocent people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, morning, perfectly fine...couldn't play PS2 cuz there was sumthing wrong wif it. So in the afternoon, I brought the driver to the mall to have the thing fixed. So, blah blah wait, blah, and it worked in their TV unit. Took it home and was about to plug it, but they forgot my friggan AC adaptor, so it's no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called them up and went back [first trip took 1 1/2 hours. Another hour of time wasted at the second trip, with 20-25 minutes from my house of the mall viceversa.]. so I got the AC plug and went home...and it didn't work. I was like, WTF?! and called the guys again. They said I bring it back. I screamed at the technician. "WTF is wrong with you?! I have other things to do!" and i banged down the phone and asked the poor driver to drive us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver wasn't verbally complaining, and he remained emotionless, but I felt such pity for the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- So I brought it back, took around 20 minutes or something. I was about to scream at them again, when my dad called the shop while I was there and tried explaining stuff. Useless piece of shit didn't even understand English. So he just kept testing it, looking at it again and again, using my cables and my games, and it worked on THEIR TV unit. Which &lt;strong&gt;SUCKS. METAL. FAGGOT. ASS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it worked when I got home, and I got to play Sims 2. At my last tweek at the Sim I was making, and was about to move them it, the power went out...and it was out for the next hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say &lt;strong&gt;FUCKHEAD MUCH&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the power went back on pretty soon and did it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~oOo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning....hmm...spent the whole time playing Harvest Moon: Save The Homeland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around sort-of-early afternoon, I quit and went online. Leoren was online, so we talked much and st00f. Eventually, we finished the mini-saga. I'm proud of myself at the ending. I did most of the story, but I don't mean to brag. It jsut came out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I'll try to explain it as briefly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were standing in front of Metatron, see, Rubic's brother whose innate color is blue. Blah, I made my last words at him [an insulting dirty gay ass joke, actually], and he disappeared...after that the BG went all black and crumbled like a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were just standing there like idiots until I screamed randomly. And a light shone. Kept screaming, and the stars were created. Leoren screamed something unthinkable and the sun was created. We were both, like, "o.o".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours later, we created most of everything except people, and Heaven. We created Hell a while ago. We were blurting out random words until we came across a faint "buk...buk...buk.." in the distance. Yeah, CHIKI! Yazoo and Sephiroth were riding him, and they got us on Chiki, telling us that Heaven is coming and we need to get out of here. So we did, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLASH OF LIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we reached out house. Leoren was all, "WTF?! How...?!!!" and my realmy was trying to be surprised [hard to do because the real person knows why]. Everyone appears and all is explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house and Frey's meadow is heaven, that's why it wouldn't appear. The heaven we thought we were going to was just Frey's meadow depicting another place like when it first appeared with it turning into a huge sea. Saints and Angels are depicted into flowers [as Rubic said, why do you think St. Jude Thaddeus is the patron saint of hopeless causes? Because he was a flower that held a memory of Frey feeling like a hopeless cause of having a hopeless cause.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also explained the whole part of Bael being a dream...that's where the flash of lgiht comes from. Bael appears and poofs into Frey, meaning Frey was Bael. And me and Leoren basically hated them at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Czare and Griffin [our two favorites from the Initiation] was alive! yaaay. Uhm, and everyone else. So...yeah. Me and Leoren were questioned to as if we know the secret already. Rubic told us that it's because we are the makers of all things. Frey apologized to Leoren briefly when she was speechless about the secret not being so cool as to what she expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Leoren just said "wow." and was in shock mode. I was trying to make her go there, so that was good. we have deh g0d7y st00f, d00dszszszsz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...me and Leoren were pretty beat and we collapsed on the ground and started dozing off. Metatron came and praised us briefly before turning to a blue petal and as well as Rubic to a red one, and they were carried away with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were both p00fed by Lucifer to the inside of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, we just looked around at how the counterparts were doing with their other counterparts. -cough- Very bad. Most of them were arguing, 'cept Weiss and Czare who was jsut talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was a fun part. Weiss walked by and we were bored and I pounced him. We asked about his gender and stuff and he was complaining "Why is it so important to you?!" we saw Conrad walk by and, seeing as he is Weiss' best friend, we took him to a private place and interrogated him. "Does Weiss have a peeeeeenis?" I asked, bored as hell, but hyper. Conrad was about to say "Fine! Weiss is--" when Weiss came in the room and completed his sentence. "--Female." he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it was something about his adoptive parents thinking he was a guy, so he got used to it and didn't really care, posing as a boy. That's why he never married Eifil, a girl we thought he liked before, until she disappeared...or died, Iunno, I forgot. But after that, we assured him we didn't care if he was or was not a girl. Infact, before Luci, I thought he was hot. XD Playboy, yeah, sort of, but still under Frey's wing. We wub him just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, me and Leoren were bored again so we just foudn something else to do...matchmaking. Who? CZARE AND GRIFFIN, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out with me telling Czare that griffin's choking on a muffin, and Leoren telling Griffin that Czare was losing to Weiss at cards. [Which is preposterous because Czare &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; wins. Czare's mildmannered and smiles alot despite her troubled passed of no one caring. Czare is blind, not by birth, which makes her card-greatness more cool.]. So they eventually run into each other and Griffin invites Czare outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Griffin sees the stars and says that it reminds him to Czare's sapphire necklace,also his own because he was given one by Czare. Czare looked sorta shocked. She had always thought that he never kept it, thinking that he was just another person that didn't care for her. But Griffin contradicted her, eventually saying that it means alot to him and would never let it go......just as Czare means alot to him and would never let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Leoren were stalking them, romantic tuff coming like fireflies and rain and stuff. They heard us eventually, but merely a little glance outwards by Griffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Griffin: -looks around-&lt;br /&gt;Czare: What's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Griffin: ...there are cherry blossom petals falling when there is no cherry blossom tree.&lt;br /&gt;Czare: I don't mind. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Griffin: Oh, well, then it's perfectly fine. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Czare: ...everything is fine as long as I'm with you...&lt;br /&gt;Griffin: You say something?&lt;br /&gt;Czare: Uh, no-no! eheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, typical love story, I know, but they continued chatting about stuff and it made me and Leoren just want to cry. ;o; It was so romantic...which means Morrigann and Weiss are as stiff as plywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...yeah. After that, nothing interesting came up and me and Leoren decided to draw a collaboration comic of the love scene we jsut had earlier. ^_^ Yeah...it's going to be pretty hard. D: Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~oOo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S TIME FOR FUGLY METAL-FAGGOT-ASSED SHITFACE SCHOOL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wanna go to school. &lt;strong&gt;XC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-113146290381463298?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/113146290381463298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=113146290381463298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/113146290381463298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/113146290381463298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-113074183247527416</id><published>2005-10-31T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T14:57:12.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowing.What.I.Don't.Know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here in Baguio, Netopia in SM. Fucktards don't have a Webcam, although it's in their 'menu' of Additional services. My cousin is right beside me, in Newgrounds, watching typical toilet humor and spoofs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know what to do now. My head has been pounding ever since I woke up, and it's driving me nuts. There's no one online to talk to [or at least, who I want to talk to], and my stomach is not very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as boring as hell. Going home would only mean watching the same thing over and over again. School of Rock. I mean, the movie is cool and all, but after watching it 4 times in one night, you'd get sick of it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least we watched something else once or twice. Kung Pow [which is incredibly stupid, yet uber-funny], and Team America [from the creators of South Park! Just imagine! xD]. I love those two movies, and wouldn't mind watching them more than 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- Uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am drawing Griffina nd Czare like mad crazy, but sicne I'm in the Province at the moment, and far from a scanner, I can't scan them........plus they're colored, so I'm a bit hesitant. I don't like coloring, and suck ass in coloring. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- My head is starting to hurt even more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....SIMS 2, goddamnit! I have nothing to say. -waves-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-113074183247527416?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/113074183247527416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=113074183247527416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/113074183247527416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/113074183247527416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/knowing.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-113053389762824378</id><published>2005-10-29T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T05:11:37.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.The.Black.Dragon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[CHRONO CROSS SPOILERS!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestarfall.deviantart.com"&gt;http://thestarfall.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 3:51am. I know I should be sleeping right now because I have to be up at 8am. Have to go to Baguio tomorrow....for some reason...I didn't really listen as to why we're going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Uhm. The scanner ain't working, when I spent the past 2 hours drawing something to be uploaded on dA [my dA is the link up there.]. Fuck the scanner. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Okay, well, yesterday...I was brave and bored, and it was officially the first [full] day of our Semestral Break, lasting 12 1/2 days. So I decided to play Chrono Cross and finish what I started, because for the past few tries, I was too lazy in the middle, or too sleepy, so I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so after wandering around, trying to find out how to wake Mr. Black Dragon, I went to Home World, and to SS Zelbess for a mini-quest, with Another World's Fargo in the party. I talked to HomeFargo and we conversed about what Zelbess [Irenes' sister, whom Fargo loves] really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to free Home Marbule, by having Nikki and the rest of Magical Dreamers do a concert there [man, even if it is just an instrumental guitar, Nikki ROCKS.]. So after a looooong scene of Nikki's concert, the demons at Marbule arrived back. I have to fight all of them before the Black Dragon wakes up....but I didn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I defeated 5 demons [freaking CC has no Auto-Attack, so I had to do it one by one], and made my way to the Dragon's chamber, defeating 6 more. The dragon wasn't there. So I went out of Home Marbule, and back again. I defeated 13 demons [each with an HP of 500 or so, when Lynx/Starky/Viper's attack average is 80], before I got really sleepy and decided not to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, I defeated them all with care. Around, 20-25 demons or so. I went out of Home Marbule to save and forgot the 6 other demons in the dragon's den thing. Damn. So I went back, and had to do the whole thing all over again. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after battling &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; again, a roar was heard from the distance. I went to Another World and went ot Marbule there, and went to challenge the Black Dragon, the remaining Dragon I need to battle before I can battle the Sky/White Dragon in Sky Dragon Isle. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went, barely ready for anything. [Stupid me. o.o; But I merely wanted to test the dragon first; see what it's best against, but try to win at least.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...the first minute, I tried physical attacks. Most of them missed. x_x Black Dragon fired an attack, and another attack soon after, and it keeled Sparky, who had the Revive element...shit. But I was calm, surprisingly, no panic at all. So anyway, after around, 2-3 more minutes, Viper died because the Black Dragon used &lt;strong&gt;SealAll&lt;/strong&gt; and he couldn't use any of his elements, so Lynx was alone to fend for himself, with a S&lt;strong&gt;ealAll&lt;/strong&gt; on him, too. So physical, physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eck. So I used Viper's Deluge and Lynx's Deluge early on. What sucks was, Sparky was dead, and he has an Innate Attribute of &lt;strong&gt;WHITE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; White vs. Black?! &lt;strong&gt;DUH&lt;/strong&gt;. Damn it. But I was okay with it. But Lynx was left, and his innate was Black. x_x Uhm. The special elements were a waste, but completely useless. I mean, &lt;strong&gt;Feral Cats&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Glide Hook&lt;/strong&gt; are black elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so Lynx lived on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BushWhacker&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;AquaBall&lt;/span&gt;, PhotonRay, and Meteorite&lt;/strong&gt; for attacks, me doing this my attacking 'Fierce' two times and using an Element, the next turn bringing it back to 7.0 Stamina, and the process repeats, to get the msot damage out of him. For healing, I survived mostly on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Heals&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cures&lt;/span&gt;, and Nostrums&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PRAISE THE NOSTRUMS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;]. A few &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HealAll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;CurePlus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and a &lt;strong&gt;RecoverAll &lt;/strong&gt;helped, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 minutes or so, I managed to heal enough to survive three of one of his three moves [either &lt;strong&gt;Physical, DarkBreath, and GravityBomb&lt;/strong&gt;]. Or coure, my favorite was Gravity Bomb, because it was the weakest. Physcial comes in second, and then DarkBreath. And the dragon lowered it's head. It was weakening, so I was like, YES!! WOOHOO! but it was sitll alive, of course, and I had no Nostrum left, and used most of my healing and attack elements. What was left was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;AquaBall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, something else, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;CurePlus&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with around 200 HP, our of 400. [What, it's hard to gain levels in CC! I'm only level 36 after 33 hours of playing!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was strategic the whole time after Starky died, so I was careful. I started thinking, "Better use this now or else I never might be able to use it", so I used CurePlus first, with my HP at 300 now. BDragon attatcked again, around 150 HP left of me. I decided to risk him using DarkBreath again and finally killing Lynx, so I used some element....and it stopped. o.o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FWEE, I WON&lt;/strong&gt;! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I decided to try the SkyDragon. I said &lt;strong&gt;TRY&lt;/strong&gt;. If I won, &lt;strong&gt;HOW COULD THAT BE?!&lt;/strong&gt; If I didn't, "hmmm....." So I lost. Man, it was hard. o.o; How could I compete with that thing!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~oOo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got the PS2 from US converted today. I was about to scream my lungs out at the technician for being so rough [at least, to me, it was rough....] to my PS2. I did insult him though. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Suikoden IV. Played for 3 hours. Remembered that I didn't have a Memory Card yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I am such a FUCKING IDIOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-113053389762824378?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/113053389762824378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=113053389762824378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/113053389762824378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/113053389762824378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-113016069178508158</id><published>2005-10-24T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:31:31.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.I.Look.At.You.And.Smile.Because.I'm.Fine.Now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reasons why I did not go to school today:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. I was lazy.&lt;br /&gt;b. I wanted to go to the mall to get PS2 games.&lt;br /&gt;c. I wanted to sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;d. We were supposedly going to a doctor...&lt;br /&gt;...but then found out that s/he was out of the country....&lt;_&lt; st00pidz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first PS2 game purchased, but not necessarily played, is Suikoden IV. x_x Meh. I've played SuikoIV before. Also Suiko3. And Suiko2, and Suiko1. Suiko5 is non-existent in my world at the moment. xDD I mean, I've seen the cover, a few screenshots, a summary or two, but never played it, or seen anyone played it. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh....I'm so lazy today.&lt;br /&gt;And I should stop eating period.&lt;br /&gt;And deviantART rox my sox.&lt;br /&gt;I need to plug the printer.&lt;br /&gt;I should get over the fact that the PS2 still has to be converted. ["Noo! My perfect little black angel!!! NO WAY IS IT GETTING CONVERTED! It will enver be touched by slimy, greasy hadns! NO!!!!!"]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-113016069178508158?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/113016069178508158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=113016069178508158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/113016069178508158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/113016069178508158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112994456810299959</id><published>2005-10-22T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T09:29:28.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;.Home.Is.Where.The.Heart.Is.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother came home today, from a pleasure trip to the States. She left September 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the airport around mid-night, and got her in the car at 12:07, along with all her stuff. It was officially her birthday. The 22nd, and she's turning 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fangirl-ish-ness coming]&lt;br /&gt;We got home and I got dressed. My mother called me for my &lt;i&gt;pasalubongs&lt;/i&gt; [presents?], and I got my Bright Eyes CD, &lt;b&gt;"I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAY! &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;BRIGHT EYES!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; :heart: I listened to it, and it was &lt;i&gt;soooo&lt;/i&gt; good. I lurve BE now. x_x&lt;br /&gt;[fangirl-ish-ness ended]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, I got no more presents, and all the stuff we found was for either my sister or my borhter, or some kind of other thing...like hotel soap. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing next to the &lt;i&gt;Balikbayan&lt;/i&gt; box with all the presents, when suddenly, my mother pulled out a big box in a plastic bag from Wal-Mart. She looked at me. I looked at her, a blank expression on my face. I looked to the bag and back to her. Then back to the bag. I saw a few markings on the box from outside the plastic. I gasped and tried to talk, but couldn't. I walked up to my mother, not being able as well as not wanting to scream [the maid's baby is asleep not far away!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mouthed, "Oh my god..." before I got to fully wrap my arms around my mother's neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put her hand on my back and I sobbed visibly as well as audibly. I started crying so hard after that, being so happy. Even the thought of it now is making me cry, I swear. My eyes are rimmed with tears. I'm crying now, and I'm sorry...it's just, I'm so happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Like you wouldn't believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still crying, when I lifted the bag and put it on the dinig table, opening the plastic and seeing the box. There it is. My dream for 5 years. Something I've wanted really badly to the point of willingly giving up things I loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a PS2. My mother bought me a PS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still crying...&lt;br /&gt;...I couldn't stop...&lt;br /&gt;...I was just so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around $160+, and $100 was from my aunt, Chona, who moved to the States, so mostly it was from her. She gave mom $1000 to spend on presents for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was grateful for both of them. For my aunt [one of the 3 aunts that attended my baptismal], because she spent money on me and that I know now that she never forgot me and she still cares. And for my mother for even considering to buy me a PS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom kept telling me that I won't get one because I need to focus on my studies. This trip, I wrote down PS2 on my wishlist because I was still hoping that one day, you know, it'll happen. It serves as a reminder of how much I want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 5 years, every wishlist...birthday, Christmas, and every time I get to ask for something, had held a PS2 in my words. Mom's friends even said that mom should give me a PS2. I was hoping, but I didn't get my hopes up too high, knowing my mom, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, it's here. All the hoping was worth it. My dad said because I am now more capable of having a PS2 rather than 5 years ago. It's okay with me. I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hysterical in my mind. I was going crazy inside. But outside, I was slow, still savoring the thought. I still can't believe it until now, 8 hours after it was given to me, after I've slept. It's 9am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to bed, waiting a little before, for extra things that my mom gave me. Striped socks [yay!], a Green Day patch from Hot Topic [as much as I hate the store - punk-posers are BORN from Hot Topic - I like the patch and am very grateful], a small photo-book for Chat Peypoch pics, a hair ornament for Halloween, a purple ballpen, purple lip gloss, uhm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-goes to the room and looks at the presents-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. 2 pairs of earrings, 6 or 7 t-shirts, and finally, a keychain. My dad gave me one of two pillows [the other he gave to my sister] that he got for free from a convention he went to earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I played the Bright Eyes CD, and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, still the 22nd, I looked at a CD that help pictures. And there was a picture of something that I requested. A red tree. My favorite season is Autumn, you see, and since my mom was there in September and msot of October, AUTUMN! Alot fot he trees were still green, 'cept that one. I twas c areepy picture, but really pretty just the same. I'll post it here sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...my head hurts, I'm dizzy, and I'll just end this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112994456810299959?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112994456810299959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112994456810299959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112994456810299959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112994456810299959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112994399728560450</id><published>2005-10-21T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T09:19:57.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;.Intramurals.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[secret: I'm writing this on the 22nd...I'm painstakingly trying to remember important details.XD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Me and Henson have been close for the past month, ever since late September. We aren't the best of friends (because hers hates me for some reason. xD), but we are friends to the point that we can hug each other. Pretty much close, yes. It's ironic.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! Well, the intrams ended just today, and...er. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Today started like any other. Morning talk blah blah, and all that. After that, me, Leoren and Alexa rushed to the softball field to take pictures of their game, because yesterday, we only saw them practicing, and they didn't have a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few shots, we went to the Multi-Purpose Building to watch the basketball game with Blue against Yellow. I'm with Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henson is the team captain in basketball for Blue. She was pitiful to watch, actually, before the games. In Day1, she didn't eat anytime before the game from nervousness. She was sweating after that, very tired, and then she had a feeling of wanting to throw up, and dizziness. So after the game (which they won), she went to the classroom and to the drinking fountain, but fainted midway in the corridors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kumain ka ba? [Did you eat?]" me and Leoren asked her. she shook her head and we both shouted, "KAYA PALA! [That's the reason!]" We mentioned it to her again the next day, Day2, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the game, we were in the risers, behind where the players sit. Me, Leoren and Alexa were sitting together. Henson was standing up so we shouted to her. "Did you eat?!" she gave a half-smile and nodded, saying "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, Leoren whispered something. Something even I have noticed. You see, Henson is a very pale-skinned person. She's uber-white, if you see her, but far from Albino-skin. We saw these sort of gray-ish rings unger her eyes. "Hindi siya masyadong nakatulog. [She didn't sleep much.]" Leoren said. Us three agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they won, etc etc, so we went back to the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored, so I sat on the ledge of a 3 story building. A very thin ledge. And not far away, was Henson and the rest of the Blue basketball team inside a kiosk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, they saw me [maybe because some people in Section 1 were screaming, so they looked our way, or they just noticed the black (was wearing all balck) thing sitting over a ledge], and Henson screamed, "What the?!". Nikka had a scared face [like...a grimace. Not the wide eyes, no.] on and everyone else was looking. Bea Rondario's eyes were slightly wider than I remember, and her mouth was hanging. I didn't notice anyone else's expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed a little, and Leoren stood beside me, shouting "She cares!", and I laughed again. I looked over to Henson and slightly leaned backward, around 90 degrees over a 3-story building. Henson screamed again, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" and Nikka still had the same face, grimace that told me that she was thinking something like, "Don't do that, you can get hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Leoren laughed, and I got off the ledge. They stopped looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, we started running and pretending to jump over the edge of the railing. I ran, and jumped to the side, my foot went up the railing, and Henson looked again. She was pointing at me, and her mouth was moving. Maybe saying something like, "Oh, look! Look at what Ria is doing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my foot off the railing fast enough before the others turned their heads, and I began waving my hands to say, "Nothing to see here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned a 360 degree turn, and saw that they weren't looking anymore. But Henson was standing up and had her foot in the air, to discribe what I was doing. Nikka glanced over at me, a grimace still on her face, before she turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we just layed down on the floor and decided to be speedbumps for the people running by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we played with Leoren's permanent marker, writing on ourselves, our hands, "CHAZ", "JOEL", "TIGABATO", "BLUE" and all that. I pu a swastika and an anarchy symbol on the back of my left hand. I put "CHAZ" on the knuckles of my right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chazzy-Chaz is Henson's nickname. Chaz, for short, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the Multi and caught a few more games. The next basketball game was Henson's, against Yellow for the championship, and she was already there, behind the ring post, her head in her hands, sitting on the floor with 2 other teammates, Vivien and Eunika Espiritu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came over to her, patting her back and putting my hand on her head. It was so heart-wrenching to see her like that. The all powerful God/Henson [we call her God sometimes] is nervous and looks so scared and weak. I sat beside her, rubbing her back more, hugging her loosely, trying to make her calm down even the slightest. Even I became nervous all of the sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, their game started, and they were at the bench, getting ready and stuff. Me and Leoren wanted a different point of view and sat on the chairs just next to the ring post, so we could scream gay-ishly when the opposing team is doing a free throw or something. And more possibilities of getting hit by the ball! Which is fun, actually. Also, so our insults and taunts can be better heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our insults was about underwear. o.o; Try guessing what we could have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had signs and found a stick, so we post them up. We showed them to Henson. "JOEL RULES!", "TigaBato", "CHAZZY-CHAZ RULES!" in that order. She told us to put the 'Chazzy-Chaz' on top. And we did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after that, Blue won, and we jumped out of our seats, and ran to Henson...but she was going to the Yellow team, so we hugged other people first. I hugged Nikka. We saw Henson shortly after, and me and Leoren glomped her. "We knew you'd win!" we said. "You now owe us a coke! Buy us a coke!" Henson was smiling, and it was such a relief to see her smiling, when she looked so horrible and weak just less than an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hugging Henson. That is already a sign that she is very happy. Usually, she's push us off with a smile or something [but we don't give up!], but this time, she didn't push us off at all. She even returned my hug and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was happy, and it made me happy. [Did that sound wrong? I'm sorry. o.o; I don't LURVE Henson or anything, just that, I was cheering for Blue, Henson deserved it, and it was such a relief to see her like that.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henson's real name is Maria Patricia M. Henson. We call her Chaz, Chazzy-Chaz, Henson, Pat, or Chicken. She was born on May 13, 1993, and is 10 months younger than me. She's around 5'8' now. [Which is unfair. I'm older!] Her mother works for the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, was the awarding. We stayed in front of a goal post, at the bottom of a ring, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intramurals wouldn't be complete without a ball hitting you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leoren got hit thrice [dayum], and I got hit...-cough- by a person running into me, twice by a basketball, and a lollipop at the back of my head later. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. When the Gradeschool Basketball Champions were announced, Mrs. Aguilos said "The Blue team! Section 4..." and Henson and the rest of the team came up the stage a few seconds later. Me and Leoren were in front, at the perimiter of the stage because of Plaid Ideas pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were screaming at Henson to stop and pose for the pretty little camera, but she ran out the stage, the opposite way. Argh. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha....well, that's it, practically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did see alot of Anne for the past week, and it's comforting, nerve-wrecking, scary, embarassing, and fun at the same time. I don't really like being very close to Anne, thinking I'd do something stupid. But farther away where I could see her is nice. It makes me nervous. ._. But I am happy that I got to see her alot, though. Playing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- Yeah. My head hurts. It's 8 in the morning. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am a happy camper. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112994399728560450?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112994399728560450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112994399728560450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112994399728560450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112994399728560450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112971880256114616</id><published>2005-10-19T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T18:46:42.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Disappear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole day today, it was practice time for the Intrams...at least, for those who has sports to participate in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leoren, Ara, Melisa, me, Alexa, Frans, Monica, Iya and Dana had no sports ('cuz we were lazy! xD) so we just hung out for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Alexa went with Leoren to the Multi-Purpose building and the Soft-Boll field to take pictures for Plaid Ideas (the school magazine thingy), and Ara and Melisa went to...places. o.o; Iya was missing at the time, and so was Frans, and Monica. Dana was with Lica the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went an' stuff, and we passed through the cafeteria after that. Suddenly, some -shudder- person came out of the cafeteria and bashed Alexa for not being at the pep-squad. The -effing- ruler Ms. Dolly appointed that -still shudders- person as. Damn her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pissed us off greatly, and us three wanted to kill her right there, even if we already asked permission from Ms. Arcilla to [even if me and Alexa are not Plaid Idea club members] volunteer for pictures and edits and stuff. But that -person- had to be a totaly whiney bitch about it. She already even told Ms. Dolly 'about us', obviously lying to the fact that Ms. Dolly is getitng angry at her. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK HER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in, I want to rip her friggin' head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, us three decided to go to Ms. Dolly so we could just leave and that bitch could shut her trap. Ms. Dolly said that she was counting on Alexa to be there, blah di blah and all that shit. Me and Leoren even tried telling Ms. about how bossy that fucktard is [Leoren lagged behind so she could watch how that person 'leads']. [Examples of her "leading": "Shut the hell up!", "Stop talking!!" and she doesn't listen to ANYONE's suggestion, but she's complaining that she's doing everything herself. Like...WTF is going on in your messed up head?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as usual, &lt;strong&gt;TEACHERS DO &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; FUCKING &lt;em&gt;LISTEN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Dolly told us to "&lt;em&gt;be patient&lt;/em&gt;" with her. I mean, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUCK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE'VE BEEN FUCKING PATIENT WITH HER FOR&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEVEN FUCKING YEARS&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for Alexa though, the poor soul, 9 years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leoren negotiated with Ms. Dolly, after we finally were convinced that Ms. wouldn't listen, that we'd stay only until lunch, and then run the hell away from that bitch. But we stayed outside the room, not wanting to be anywhere near that dipshit, me only leaving a few seconds to check on my team (which was doing fine...considering it was under Julienne. No surprise there.), then going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there a bit, doing nothing, watching people randomly go by, singing MCR songs at the top of our lungs, and getting bashed by Ms. Mara, the grade6 Class Advisor, because we were so noisy (just right after singing 'Helena'). Whilst singing, though, I was bored, and memorized the video, so I tried acting like Gerard, with all the hand things he does during the video and stuff. Leoren was standing up, so she tried copying Gerard carrying the coffin. I stood up and danced, pretending I had an umbrella. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before singing Helena, though, we were singing other MCR songs, and Ara was pressed against me, and hugging me. I was kissing her multiple times for no reason, and she kept giggling really weird. o.o; Heh. So I jsut kept kissing her until we did come to the Helena song, yeah, and I got up and did the gestures that Gerard did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. After that, we noticed lotsa other people walking by, and it was around 11:30am, so we rushed and said, "LUNCH TIME!" and ran out, having nothing to do with that bee-yatch anymore. -sighs- Finally. &lt;strong&gt;FREEDOM&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. After that, we just went around and aorund and around, before settling in the 7-1 classroom, away form the teachers' office. So we stayed there, and practically used up all the chalk from doodling on the board random stuffs. I drew random people, too, and Ara kept drawing thingies that have the Mona Lisa effect [no matter from which point you are, it looks like it's staring at you.].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy [the doodle that Ara drew] was getting really creepy, so I decided to erase his eyes with my hand. Ara drew them again, and it made him look girly. So I decided to put fox ears and a fuzzy tail [which Ara re-drew to something like a lumpy tail...], and eventually gave up and mega-sized his hair, screaming "SAIYAN!" eventually making have a "Kiss The Cook" apron with rubber boobs, a domatrix outfit, and a Harry Potter costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- After that, alot of drawings later, alot of papers wasted, Henson coming and writing Linkin Park lyrics on the board, and Marge suddenly came and practically demanded me going to the Music room with Jannica to take our test, or else we'll get a 68%. I was like, "So? Okay. Give me a 68. Who cares." but Marge insisted we come, because if we don't, she will not be allowed to take her test and she'll recieve a 68 automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I really didn't care, and wanted her to buzz off, she'd just whine and bitch, so I came along, finishing the test earliest because I wanted to get the freak out of there. I had to wait, since Ms. Dulce repeated the song selection again, and it was long. Out of boredom, I was rocking my chair, having a sleepy position and drawing on the table, writing profanities on the table. But it was a pigment pen, so one swipe of my arm and I erased it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I went away, running back to the classroom, reaching Leoren before she left with my clear-book. We also reached Henson in a very pissy mood. And Sasheen was crying, and her arm was in a sling. She only had a sprain, but it looked pitiful. Henson's reasons were later discovered and will remain classified, 'cuz I'm too lazy to type them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed Leoren, Iya and Kat around, so I got left behind by the school bus. We stayed by the grade 1, with all the small chairs there, and started talking about random stuff, and how both Kat and Iya can't take a decent picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxy ran by, saluting to Leoren for no reason, and then after Leoren said "Dismissed." Roxy ran a few feet away, and screamed, scrunching up like she had abdominal pain, screaming, "Dali! Mahuhulog na! ["Hurry! It's going to fall!"]....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, everyone burst up in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Iya and Kat said she sounded pregnant that is going to have a miscarriage or an abortion.&lt;br /&gt;Leoren said that she just wants to poo real bad...&lt;br /&gt;...and Leoren was right. xD Dayum. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...yeah. More random things, and then that was the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;That was practically my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Intramural day 1. I have no idea what I'm going to wear [Leoren complimented me on a random drawing I was doing. She was like, "Ang galing mo mag gawa ng clothes. You can be a fashion designer." ("You are great in making clothes. You can be a fashion designer.")...I scoffed off that comment, saying I only can compile clothes already made, not make them myself. She insisted, and I waa like, "Uh, okay...right."].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a white shirt with a black tie, black pants my all-black converse, my usual belts and bangles and nothing else? Or a black button-up shirt with a red tie, black pants, my all-black converse, my usual belts and bangles and nothing else? I mean, I am in the red-team and all. Iunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe nothing. x33333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112971880256114616?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112971880256114616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112971880256114616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112971880256114616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112971880256114616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112964015511890633</id><published>2005-10-18T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T20:55:55.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.I'm.Fine.Pretending.I'm.Not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, me and my sister rummaged through the storage place in our house, to look for pictures to use for the birthday compilation card that me and my fellow siblings are planning to give mom for her upcoming birthday on October 22, a day after she comes back form the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we found alot of things. Alot of pictures of us (really, ALOT), alot of picture of relatives when they were younger, alot of pictures of those people who have passed on, and alot of pictures of people we just plain don't know. It was pretty entertaining, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might have spent a few good hours downstairs, with dust and everything covering us. Much worse for my sister. My sister just took a bath. xDD I take a bath in the morning, because I'm too lazy at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~oOo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, also, I printed out &lt;strong&gt;Wake Up, Tomorrow Calls&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;chapter 2&lt;/strong&gt;, because Ara wanted to, and I haven't touched that story in a while, so I was like, "Okay, why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~oOo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quikoden V is coming to the PS2...which gets me very excited.&lt;br /&gt;Suikoden I and II are coming to the PSP...which is...er...okay.&lt;br /&gt;Suikoden Tactics is coming [period]. Uhm. That's good. xD It makes me wonder, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never finish Suikoden I out of fear. XD&lt;br /&gt;I can never repeat Suikoden II out of laziness.&lt;br /&gt;I can never find the default name of Suikoden IV's hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~oOo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112964015511890633?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112964015511890633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112964015511890633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112964015511890633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112964015511890633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112954436238677268</id><published>2005-10-17T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:19:23.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.We.Don't.Mean.To.Satisfy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, nelly. What happened today? Nothing. I'm just shit-fucked tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored, and just fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need alcohol. I need a cigarette for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh....&lt;br /&gt;I hugged Henson today. Lots times, just to piss her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha....eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. I am just so blank today, kinda blue. Never really felt right in days like this. -shrugs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112954436238677268?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112954436238677268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112954436238677268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112954436238677268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112954436238677268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112938070973026853</id><published>2005-10-15T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T20:51:49.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Baby,.Is.This.Love.For.Real?.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a not bad way, I had enough with Head Automatica. Hihihi. I mean, their songs are realyl nice and all, and the chorus of my favorite one is stuck in my head. A line from aforementioned song is the title. Hihihi. o_o My brother was playing the CD in the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAZOO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Advent Children, yes. ^_^ Yazoo=LUFF&lt;33333. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huummm...I'm not really energetic. I'm hungry, and I smell my favorite food cooking up less than 10 meters away form me. D: HOMG, FOOD. DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought chocolate today. &lt;strong&gt;LOTS&lt;/strong&gt; of it. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuhlash:&lt;/strong&gt; HOMG, I'm eating FOOD. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay...~! -dances-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sis, bro, dad, grandma, aunt and cousin went to Ayala Alabang Town Center today. HOMG, shoooooooping. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first ate in TGI Friday's. My grandmother kept ordering stuff she said she'd eat, knowing that TGI Friday's servings were huge. She eventually kept giving everyone the HUGE sundae she nearly never ate (she only had...3 table spoons or something), to every one else who was really really full from their own orders. Pah. But...she gave me a thousand bucks for shopping stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad gave me 500 bucks for Tower Records CDs, and a few hundred because I was too lazy to spend the 1500 given to me. Hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Timezone, an old favorite of mine. There was this booth thingy there. &lt;strong&gt;Gogh's Workroom&lt;/strong&gt;. Like, you sit in the booth, and it takes 4 pictures, and it like...manipulates it into a portrait, or a caricature, in pencil, charcoal, chalk, or brush. I took the first one as brush. I took a second one as chalk. I liked the chalk better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a &lt;strong&gt;The Killers&lt;/strong&gt; CD, and my sister bought the &lt;strong&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/strong&gt; soundtrack and something else...my brother bought the &lt;strong&gt;Chuck Berry&lt;/strong&gt; CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Lots of mini-saga progress. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're currently poofed back into town after battling Karamel and Karamel Jr., and obtaining 3 new allies: Kane, the counterpart of K-chan, Cloud, the coutnerpart of Lucifer, and Mark, the counterpart of Raph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and now, the guys are having a talk about sex and getting laid...the guys being Kane and Mark only. Cloud is all holy and..."pure". &gt;_&lt; Which means, I hate Cloud very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...o_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112938070973026853?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112938070973026853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112938070973026853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112938070973026853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112938070973026853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112926549922544875</id><published>2005-10-14T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:51:39.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.OMG,.It.Tastes.Like.Cookies!.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is from a picture of Gaara I found a long long time ago that I forgot about, until Monica randomly called and said she was hyper on cookies. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwa. Monica is &lt;strong&gt;REEEEEEEEEALY&lt;/strong&gt; hyper right now. (She suddenly laughs boisterously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a clue of what I want for a layout now. All black and white. Black background. Arrows and text is white, and some other things are gray-ish. The header picture is only white, nothing else, but white as in, shaped and cut properly to make a nice picture....but I'll have to make one. x_x God. Or find one. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- An example is in my &lt;strong&gt;Friendster Profile&lt;/strong&gt;, which I just finished yesterday after redoing the CSS over and over again....and a Green Day cursor! Hahaha! CSS is hard to understand, as I'm better experienced at HTML, but I managed to bring up the cursor, after much inspiration form Karin. (Thanks, hun! Your art rocks!)&lt;br /&gt;Check my links at the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAV Bar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; over there, for the link to my &lt;strong&gt;Friendster Profile&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Me and Monica started talking about condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I found one in my brother's room not too long ago. Hihihi. It was flavored, and unopened. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. And then Avril suddenly came on the TV. Ick! Save my eyes! Save Monica's eyes! Save my TV! Any longer, it'll explode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New, made-up phrase of today: "Tra-la-la-la Boing Boing!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frans made that up after me and Alexa started talking about boobs. Frans suddenly said that, and me and Alexa and Monica were rolling on the floor, laughing, and at the point of tears. Alexa was going red from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica is super-hyper active, and it's &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; creepy. She's not normal now. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Monica is going crazy because Alexa kissed her. Alexa kissed me too, but I'm sort of used to being molested by her. x_x Alexa kissed me today, and it was wet. &gt;_&lt; Even when Ara kisses me, it's wet! I'm like...WTF? I don't want your saliva! o_o Can't they kiss non-green-ish-ly? Like...not wet n' stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, at recess (after the whole kissing accident), me and Alexa and Monica were bored. We sat on the floor by Lexa's section, and people started walking by. A little accident Alexa mentioned to us gave her the bright idea of tripping random people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to hit most people's legs, but they didn't trip. Although...Camille Garcia came by, and I stuck my foot out when her left leg was just going up, and I tripped her. And then, me, Alexa and Monica all began laughing so hard. Camille came up to me, fake (obvious) anger. And I still couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112926549922544875?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112926549922544875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112926549922544875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112926549922544875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112926549922544875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112919054128413451</id><published>2005-10-13T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T16:02:21.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Heaven's.Drive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 436px; HEIGHT: 336px" height="330" alt="Oh, look, it's Henson." src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/henson.jpg" width="439" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look, it's Henson! with random people in the background.&lt;br /&gt;Err...yeah. o_o We like taking pictures of her. She keeps trying to move away, though. Mrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I will; take a picture of her properly next time. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...today, I'm not going to talk about Suikoden, because..err...I'm not playing Suikoden today. I...er...need sleep. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the Reading and Science Quarterly test. Our Reading test was over 80 or 70, I think, while the Science test was over 90 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reading test was normal, slightly above the easy level, but still easy for me. Finished in, like, 15 minutes. I was bored, but I tried sleeping and it didn't work. Ugh. Next was the Science test. Very easy, 'cept for the last part worth 10 points that I had no clue of. First time I saw the directions I muttered, "Fuck." in a normal speaking tone. Erm. I hope no one heard that. o_o But I think the teacher walked passed me at the time. Shit. DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway............o_o a certain SOMEBODY (nah, not a teacher nor anyone important, just a student...but uhh...) saw me kissing Ara. And when that certain someone passed by, after letting go of Ara, I gasped. "Holy shit, did I just kiss you in front of her?" I asked rhetorically. "Yes, yes you did, you kissed me infront of everyone." Ara replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the middle of the road right outside the gate, right after departure, so there are students gushing out of the gate and stuff going to their buses. And I was like, "Holy shit!" gaaahh....bad timing. XDD &lt;strong&gt;Note to self&lt;/strong&gt;: Look around first, before kissing anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhm. Uhm. Uhm. Uhm. I can't think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...I'm planning to change my layout (&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;: But you'll just spend another 6 hours on the computer, having your head mixed up by all the codes!) I know, I know. But...I dunno. o_o (&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;: WTF?) I mean, I still lvoe GD with all my heart, believe me, and I don't even have a clue (&lt;strong&gt;Twin of Thoughts, yet still part of Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;: ADVENT CHILDREN!) of what I want as a new layout...o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. My head is actually starting to hurt now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to change my Friendster profile. I'm going to be colorless. Of course, I can't stop my friends' photo color thingies, but oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112919054128413451?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112919054128413451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112919054128413451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112919054128413451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112919054128413451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-look-its-henson.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112912089922361869</id><published>2005-10-12T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:21:16.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.108.Stars.That.Have.Fallen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Suikoden I and II Spoilers? o.o]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 429px; HEIGHT: 314px" height="450" alt="HOMG, Look! It's Leoren!" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/leoren.jpg" width="553" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally managed to take a good picture of her. D:!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMG HOMG HOMG HOMG HOMG. x_x;;;;; (no, I am NOT squeeling fangirl-ishly over Leoren. Ew. I'm her mother. O_O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUIKODEN!!!!!! D:!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaahh!!! Suikoden! Suikoden! -chants- Genso Suikoden!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done today? Hmmm...I realized that I will not be able to get all 108 stars because I keeled Pahn. D: Hihihi...I'm okay with it. At least, 107! GREMIO'S COMING BACK!!!! FWEE!!&lt;br /&gt;(didn't I tell ya? Gremio died 'cuz of Milich's man-eating spores. -sighs-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Pesmerga today. ... &lt;strong&gt;AND IT ROCKS SO MUCH THAT IT FEELS LIKE SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, I recruited &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PESMERGA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. o____o Don't you know who he is?!&lt;br /&gt;(although I want Yuber, too, Pesmerga is very very close).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT SASARAI&lt;/strong&gt;! D: I'm gunna make Sassy an alter and find use for him. Hihihi. Sassy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy fuck, I'm freaking out. x_x;;; My head was hurting a while ago, trying to solve something in the game, and I was like, "I can have a headache later! Like, exams or something! Just not nooooow...!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also asked myself, "Kosias, how in the world would you fall in love with MILICH Oppenheimer?! He's as gay as 123! He is as gay as a gay monkey who just had sex with his brother! ...Who is also gay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I noticed something else. Suikoden I seems to be way freaking easier than my original love, Suikoden II. I mean, in Suiko1, I'm already level 56 in 20 hours of game-play. In Suiko2, I'm level 57 in 53 hours of game-play. So I'm like..."Wow...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know what? I like pictures. D: I wanna post lots of pictures. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details, actually. I'm brainy about Suikoden, so...erm...I can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt;Right...&lt;/em&gt;I had to take down the pics, 'cuz they wouldn't work, and I have no idea why. I used correct HTML...hm. Maybe the URL of the pic is wrong or something. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Just GOOGLE the pics! D: Suikoden II has the better art and hotter guys, but Suikoden I is a great thing. -nod nod-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~oOo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP test today was very easy. D: I finished a 70-item test in 20 minutes. Language, I finished in 15 minutes, and sleeping the whole time until recess. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...-counts- Last night, because of insomnia again, and addiction to Suikoden, I stayed up until 4:59am. The maid woke me up at 5:05am or something (too groggy to look at the watch at the time), and I said, like, "...30 minutes more..." More like grumbled, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...they woke me up again around 5:20 ("Didn't cha hear me? THIRTY minutes more."), so I got...like...19 minutes or something. And then the 45 minutes in Language, after the test. and then 3 minutes during the AP test, because for some reason, I just couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~oOo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheena never changed in Suiko2 from Suiko1. He's still that regular playboy. Only this time, his mum is gone, and Lepant is no longer one of the 108-stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Suiko1 is scary for me now, because I'm almost at the end. Just 2 battles and one war left, and it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVER, I TELL YOU! The Gate Rune War is OVAAAAHHH!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And three years later, some guy named Riou is born, who bears striking resemblance to the great Tir McDohl. He will soon lead an army of thousands, with more people supporting them to freedom. they will fight for liberation just like McDohl's Liberation Army against the Imperial State. Riou will lead an army of many people to the Toran war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....And I just made that summary up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to do Suiko2 again. But 53 hours lose? 57 levels gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOMFG&lt;/strong&gt;, I'll need time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112912089922361869?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112912089922361869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112912089922361869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112912089922361869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112912089922361869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/homg-look-its-leoren.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112894583641654244</id><published>2005-10-10T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:03:56.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.It.Won't.Go.Away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(a.k.a.: .Even.If.I.closed.My.Eyes,.The.World.Won't.Disappear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Hey, fuckers." src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/group_pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- Completely random.&lt;br /&gt;Monica, Dana, Frans at the bottom (w/ glasses), me in the red jacket, and Alexa at the back.&lt;br /&gt;We did this Wednesday last week. -nod-&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the group pictures we took, this was the only decent one. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~oOo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got 10 minutes of sleep last night, and I felt strangely fine in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;First, I stayed up 'til midnight to do projects and stuff (only one project, but it was hard, nonetheless!), and then insomnia took over, so I decided to play a video game (-cough-SuikodenI-cough-) to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed 5 hours. -nod- I fell asleep, like, 4:50 something, and then around 5:10, I was awaken by the maids. ._. I told them to go away and give me 10 more minutes, all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I had to rush everything in 30 minutes. Take a bath, fix my bag, eat, and do everything in 30 minutes. I made it. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...except the eating part. I wasn't really in the mood, because I was sleepy. So I like...ate 1/3 of my breakfast. I won't eat for the next 12 hours...and that is baaaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I also did a make-up test on swimming, because I missed out meeting last week. Me, Dana, Alyana (Perez), Rocelle and Melanie went. It was fine, all well and good...but I remembered why I hated swimming so much. At least, I loathed swimming during PE class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stalls are cramp and always wet. It's hot and I just don't like heat. I'd prefer to die of frostbite than heat stroke. -sighs- At least my skin gets turned into one fo my favorite colors. I was so freaking tired ('cuz of the swimming, and lack of sleep) and pissed off and having such a fit of mixed emotions that I wanted to collapse right there on the walk way, or fall into the swimming pool and never come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch (the time we were at PE class), we went back just in time, and got back for AP next. I was practically crying in my seat, because I was jsut so tired and I wanted to die and go home so bad. As in you won't believe it. I mean, it brought me to TEARS! Usually, people would jsut whine and bitch. But I didn't. I cried. I wanted to go home and rest so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate insomnia. And yet sometimes, it's something that can be fun at night. I'm nocturnal, to be very well honest. I prefer being awake at night, and I prefer sleeping at the day time. Am I a vampire? Maybe I am. Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampires will never hurt you. At least...not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So anyway. I got home. Man, I was ready to jump into bed. But nooo. I couldn't fall asleep. I had to bore myself with Suikoden I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I am very progressive in it. In Threads of Fate, I fear that I may have no idea what's going on anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112894583641654244?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112894583641654244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112894583641654244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112894583641654244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112894583641654244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-fuckers.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112876362839874271</id><published>2005-10-08T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T17:27:08.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.I'm.Speechless.And.Redundant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will so not believe what I just did/am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching all the videos of Green Day! D:!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL OF THEM! FUCKING ALL OF THEM!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MWAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;. o_o -fangirl-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112876362839874271?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112876362839874271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112876362839874271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112876362839874271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112876362839874271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_112876362839874271.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112876271394624693</id><published>2005-10-08T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T17:11:57.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.As.My.Memory.Rests.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- I'm at an Internet Cafe' (Netopia of Sta. Lucia, to be precise) because I got tired of waiting and watching my dad and sister eat in front of me. Not that it made me hungry, nah, I already ate before them. But it was just boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And that rant was random. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my post again, but this time, only due to carelessness. Crap. And....it is very hot here in the Cafe', with my only entertainment being this journal, and &lt;strong&gt;Green Day&lt;/strong&gt; blasting off the headphones. -sighs again-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what was on my last post...but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...soemthing about Legend of Mana and st00f, and me wanting to see a bit of Lapis Lazuli. Err....and me swearing to you that I can't &lt;strong&gt;EVER &lt;/strong&gt;explain anything from the mini-saga anymore, 'cuz it'll get too long. And me and Leoren being too stressed out because of this mini-saga thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid initiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I BOUGHT A COPY OF ADVENT CHILDREN!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've seen Advent Children once before (did I tell you that? No? Oh well. Now you know.), I wanted to see it again so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VINCENT!!!! :heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwaaaaaa!!! (Fuck, I sound like a Lil'Pea from Legend of Mana) Vinny was so hot in the movie! And I'mma gunna see Sephy again! and I should really stop all these weird nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ya'll didn't know, FF7 was my ultimate favorite out of all the Final Fantasies. It's just...er...the best of them all! Isn't Advent Children proof of its greatness?? They decided to make a &lt;strong&gt;MOVIE&lt;/strong&gt; out of &lt;strong&gt;FF7&lt;/strong&gt;. And &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; 8, which was, seemingly, their most popular one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Carlo! Carlo is Camus' counterpart who appeared first in Quest 3 of the initiation. We needed to battle this giant chicken to get a golden egg and give it to him! He cooks so great! D:&lt;br /&gt;Belle disappeared in Quest 3, 4, and 5, but she appeared for a short time, after Leoren whined that she wants to eat Carlos' cookign again. Belle granted us another quest with Carlo, and here we are! We need to get ingredients for cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of a useless initiation for the destruction of the world, but who cares? It's &lt;strong&gt;KEYKUH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Uhm. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought &lt;strong&gt;TONS&lt;/strong&gt; of post-its. It is the copyright of our section at school, to have post-its and be organized and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...I also bought a CD of Threads of Fate. I had a CD before, but I gave up on my file for some reason....I think I just couldn't get it before. XDDD Now I think I'll try again. So I bought a CD. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. I also bought a CD of...er...lemme think...what was it? I think it was Black and White...or not, 'cuz it was a PS1 CD...uhhh....I dunno anymore. o_o;; Uhm. -thinks- Nah, blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Yeah. o_o Uhm. -thinks- My mind went all blank. I think it's cuz I stopped the speaker. Music makes my head think faster/better....uhm...music makes my mind think period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112876271394624693?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112876271394624693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112876271394624693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112876271394624693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112876271394624693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112860889656612602</id><published>2005-10-06T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T22:28:16.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.I'm.Not.O-Fucking-kay.v2.0.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...but nonetheless...I'm alive.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-points to the title- And everyone should know that. v2.0 'cuz I lost my other one. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was moderately annoying, moderately okay. Annoying because someone was pestering me. Why okay? Because of other things. Ehh....a normal-enough day, but considered a strange one. But it's the first time in &lt;strong&gt;MONTHS&lt;/strong&gt; since I got enough sleep. I was so happy in the morning because I wasn't accidentally falling asleep everywhere, and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just learned that I have someone that keeps talking about me. Like "Ria is so cool! Ria is so hard to understand!" blah blah blah....it's weird. And I know who that someone is. -shifty eyes- She's afraid of me, according to Danica. Which is strange. The person thinks I'm "coOl" (pfft, yeah, right! I'd rather not be!) and is, at the same time, scared of me. Like...WTF? I just find it creepy. But I'm not stopping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care if people talk about me. good or bad. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? Today was an okay day, besides the many emotions. Me and Leoren went through a [seemingly big] chunk of the mini-saga! Which...is...going to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;REEEEEEEEALY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; long (I swear to &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;, it'll be longer that Luci's little episode....which took us...like...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to finish.). And we were making everything up as time passed. And all fit well. Somehow. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to explain every bit of a 4-hour long piece/conversation thru YM? &lt;strong&gt;No shit&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-23 pages long on Word, with Times New Roman at size 12.&lt;br /&gt;-But only 2 pages on word with Times New Roman at size &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-5,832 words.&lt;br /&gt;-43,732 characters (with spaces)&lt;br /&gt;-944 paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;-1032 lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like....fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't explain it...&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I won't, or don't want to....it's just that I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. No it's not emotional or anything. Just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;REALLY REALLY LONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my head hurts already from thinking, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;DOING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the story. Much less explain it. Wow. the excrutiating pain that might cause. DX I don't wanna risk it. I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try explaining what had happened next time, though. But I know I'll get really bonked up, and left behind, because it's &lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow. Friday, god! So...we mgiht do more. -sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I &lt;strong&gt;WANT &lt;/strong&gt;to do more. o_o It's just that...erm...you know. I won't be able to explain everything in time. Too much. -head explodes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-so tired and so much in pain-&lt;br /&gt;Fuuuuuuuuck. DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. Me and Leoren write too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the story kept going on and we met TOO many friggin' people, while I scrambled about, looking for pictures on Deviantart. On my scampering, I found a freehand drawing of Billie Joe (Armstrong, sheesh!)! And I was like...."HOMG, COOL!" o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to be a fangirl at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...yeah...stupid story. So uber-long. But I love it. :heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was...like...when at the start, Rubic was explainging things to us (which I was monitoring), Leoren commented that it suddenly became so much like an RPG game. Which was...a nice idea, but not what I was aiming for. But since she brought it up, I made it into an RPG game because...erm...it's easier? o_o (oh, I was so wrong!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story, in terms of magic/trails/cities and other things (but the plot, and people you meet are completely different) is a mix of Chrono Cross, Final Fantasy (7 and 8), Legend of Mana, and Star Wars (for theme music! What do you expect? XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We "met" gazillions of people today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma gunna print out our convo...-looks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. Not enough paper. XDDD (it's that much...&lt;strong&gt;that much&lt;/strong&gt;, I say.) Even if I made the font uber small. XD (&lt;strong&gt;THAT IS READABLE&lt;/strong&gt;! Not size one! D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- Erm. If I were to properly edit everything for easier reading....I can't. &lt;strong&gt;WAAAY&lt;/strong&gt; too hard! But I'll try. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112860889656612602?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112860889656612602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112860889656612602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112860889656612602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112860889656612602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112842899588279593</id><published>2005-10-04T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T20:29:55.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Don't.Flatter.Yourself,.Sweetheart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Leoren still don't know when Rubic will 'initiate' us, or how this 'initiating' will happen. As in...really, we have NO friggin' idea. Our &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; selves have no idea. x_x The Realm Bodies have just about no clue as we do, so...GAH! DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...is my family having financial troubles? Actually, no, but at the moment, hand money is sorta being saved, so things like 1000 bucks for tickets to our legacy which will probably not be payed for, is going to be delayed. Payment for shoes that don't quite fit will be taken out of my allowance. Why? Because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...alot of things happened....I jsut don't remember what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112842899588279593?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112842899588279593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112842899588279593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112842899588279593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112842899588279593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112834157684877116</id><published>2005-10-03T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:12:56.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.The.Seal.Of.Promise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alter-ego mini-saga (prologue only, and part1) under wraps, I guess. Me and Leoren are planning for another big one. We have no idea where it's headed, though. That's what we do...never know anything of the stories that we make. x_x;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General summary: Destiny is under my and Leoren's realm bodies' control, and Frey just figured out that we know the ultimate secret of heaven (okay, actually, we don't, but Raphael and Freya told us that we do), and....I guess that's a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, at school, I asked Leoren to find a certain tattoo on Frey's body. Adrianne (one of Leoren's alters) found it on Frey's neck....something that is hard to see, as he always wears turtle-necks. She and Leoren asked what it is, and I told them what I knew or figured out based on what I think, and what Raphael told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 199px" height="175" alt="the Seal Of Promise" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/sealopromise.png" width="189" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Seal of Promise. I have no idea, but judging from the name, and from what Raphael told me, the SoP is suppossed to be a memory burned into them or something. A promise to hide a secret." -me, from our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raphael:&lt;/strong&gt; The Seal of Promise can reveal the secret just by looking at it, if only you know the code. Frey is one of the bearers of the Seals, so keep it a secret from him that we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; seriously, I've seen that before... Plus, He knows that Adrianne knows o.o;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raphael:&lt;/strong&gt; Honestly, Frey doesn't mind if ADRIANNE knows. I don't know if he knows that I know, but I know that he doesn't know that everyone else knows, or wants to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria:&lt;/strong&gt; o_o Uhm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raphael:&lt;/strong&gt; I understood myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that moment, Frey comes in and wonders why everyone was huddling in one corner. Leoren suddenly blurted out "Cupcakes!" and Freys suddenly came in with cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; O_o *sees random pony...* WTF....?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frey:&lt;/strong&gt; Pony! D: It might poop in my meadow, goddarnit!&lt;br /&gt;-Frey goes away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raphael:&lt;/strong&gt; The seal, -coughs- hides an evil secret that only the bearers know. I'm a bearer, if any one bothers to know. -shows wrist tattoo- That's why I have a golden wristband to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; o.o;;; and you're telling this why...........?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raphael:&lt;/strong&gt; Because someone discovered the secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; *clings to Freya like a kid* o.o *dun, dun, duhhhn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raphael:&lt;/strong&gt; One of us did, and I know exactly who. To be fair, they discovered it subconsiously, not knowing it was the secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; &gt;_&gt;; eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raphael:&lt;/strong&gt; One of us found the secret, not knowing that it was really important and could lead to the destruction OR the rebirth of earth, got it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freya:&lt;/strong&gt; Calm down, Raphie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my realm body goes away to go to the bathroom. Raphael then says that "whoever discovers the secret, and is NOT a bearer/angel, will be able to control the power. He or she will hold the key to destiny, being able to control it thus forth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leoren asked who discovered it and guessed if it was me. Raphael said I was one of them (bah, that was too easy to figure out), and there are more than one. Okay, only 2, but 2 is more than one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria:&lt;/strong&gt; -comes back- huh? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; who are they?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raphael:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, actually, there is only 2, but...2 is still more than one. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; Luci? este... Dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raphael:&lt;/strong&gt; Pfft, yeah, right. -scoffs- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; freya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freya:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm already a bearer, Leoren. o_o -shows tattoo on ankle-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; *shakes Raphie* who?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raphael:&lt;/strong&gt; You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; ?! o.o I did?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raphael:&lt;/strong&gt; You and Ria discovered the secret without knowing that what you discovered was so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leoren then asks what is it, and Raphael replied that as a bearer, he can't tell us, but guassing is okay. Leoren hates guessing. (&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; Does it count that I forgot? &lt;strong&gt;Freya:&lt;/strong&gt; I can sense it in your memory. You still remember it. You just don't know that it was the secret.)&lt;br /&gt;Raphael then gave a clue, that it has pretty much everything to do with me and Frey, but no, not the fact that we are direct descendants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leoren then asked if it was that leafless tree me and her discovered at the other, lonely, side of the meadow. Raphael finally said yes. But once more, the tree is a mystery. What the mystery is, no one knows, except Frey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raphael:&lt;/strong&gt; Remember when Frey said that Ria should know the meaning of that tree? No, it's not because she was born. But something that connects Frey and Ria in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria:&lt;/strong&gt; DARNA~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All:&lt;/strong&gt; o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria:&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry, it was just getting too tense! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raphael said that we can go to him and Freya for guidance. Leoren asked the stupid question, "what is the meaning of the tree?", but Raphael jsut replied that only Frey knows, and that him and Freya will never know now, because of the shift of destiny's control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seal of Promise appears automatically once a person knows the secret.&lt;br /&gt;I got mine on my chest, right above the heart, while Leoren got hers on her wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Leoren practically screamed at Frey, asking why there is another tree, and he promised that only one tree is in his meadow! Frey kept stalling. I can see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="175" alt="the Seal Of Promise" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/Spring_by_frescendine.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~fast forwards a bit through a lot of uselessness and Frey being angry~&lt;br /&gt;Frey questions us about why we know so much, and why we want to know more.&lt;br /&gt;We were panicking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly (this is the only part I feel accomplished about) Rubic (remember him? :D If you don't, there's a pic of him somewhere in my posts...) poofs in and claims that he wants to initiate the two new bearers. Rubic looks at me and Leoren and says that we are the two new bearers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frey was furious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frey:&lt;/strong&gt; Oi, Ruby! That are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rubic:&lt;/strong&gt; My name is Rubic, not Ruby, thank you, Frey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frey:&lt;/strong&gt; n_n Still, what are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rubic:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm here to initiate the new bearers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frey:&lt;/strong&gt; Huh? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; o.o *poofs out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rubic:&lt;/strong&gt; -poofs Leoren back in and faces Leoren and Ria- these two are the new bearers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frey:&lt;/strong&gt; SAY WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; I AM NOT ONE. o.o he's a liar~! o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frey:&lt;/strong&gt; ....-grabs Leoren's wrist- -points-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; *frantic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frey:&lt;/strong&gt; -faces Ria- now, where's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; ehehe... n_________n;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria:&lt;/strong&gt; Erm.....uh.,....it's private! DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frey:&lt;/strong&gt; Do I have to brutally muder you to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;_&lt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria:&lt;/strong&gt; You'll have to, 'cuz no way in a million years am I gunna show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frey:&lt;/strong&gt; &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria:&lt;/strong&gt; It's on my chest, okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; *raises hand* can I go to the washroom? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frey:&lt;/strong&gt; o_o Oh, right....well, you both still have! WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; *points to Raphie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raphael:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't have the powers to do that, Frey and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leoren:&lt;/strong&gt; *sits*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frey:&lt;/strong&gt; Did you know that this would happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raphael:&lt;/strong&gt; All of us do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frey:&lt;/strong&gt; And why did no one tell me?! Why didn't you tell me, Ria?! -points accusingly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is where we had to stop because both of us had to go. She said it first, though. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...yeah. I'm too lazy to sum up today, 'cept for the fact that I printed out lotsa things today, and ish making another story! Wow, am I really over-burdening myself with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pure and sweet post for today. No...uhm...ultimate cuss words or anything, 'cause I'm honestly in a sour mood, and cussing would aggrivate me more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3~Ria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112834157684877116?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112834157684877116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112834157684877116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112834157684877116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112834157684877116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/seal-of-promise.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112817504392723246</id><published>2005-10-01T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T21:57:23.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Wake.Me.Up.When.September.Ends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy end of September to all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to you, maybe, because that means October (by means of October Fest, or Halloween). For me, I honestly am very eager for Halloween (everyday is an October Fest! XD), but I can't say I'm looking forward to October period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bad feeling about October. I never really liked October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for Halloween, but last year, to be perfectly honest, I slept with my dad out of fear after watching this show on Halloween night, just before I sleep. So...like..."DAD!!!! Natatakot na ako! I hate Halloween!" (DAD!!!! I'm scared now! I hate Halloween!) but shortly after that, my dad sent me back to my room, and I was fearing for my life. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I was so pathetic. The show was jsut too scary! It was like Ghost Hunters, taking pictures of haunted whatchamacallits, and seeing ghosts on the photos. Video taping, etc etc. I was scarred. o_o I mean, I'm not sure if I believe in ghosts or not (probably not), but the thought of them just scares me. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...yeah. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is Frank's birthday! D: So I'm trying to feel better about it. That being the only reason why I want October to fly and Halloween to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't dress up anymore for Halloween. XDD But this si the chance I get to be all dead. o_o I'll wear tons of eyeliner, and wet my mascara, making it flow all over me face. o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I did &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; like that topic. ._. I'm sorry. I'm a coward, yes, whatevah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad just bought me a 3 in 1 machine thing. Printer, scanner, and copier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail the scanner! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking happy. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like you wasted your weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept like hell yesterday (&lt;strong&gt;September 30 was a memorable day for reasons classified&lt;/strong&gt;). (homg, wake me up when september ends! XD) I was mighty fatigued like there was no tomorrow. o_o For some reason, I could have dropped dead. As in not asleep. Dead. &gt;_&lt; So tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping so much on the weekends personally sucks for me. I waste my weekend. But the weekends are the only time my body can recover from my insomnia. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sister went to FEU (congrats, Tamaraws!) gym to watch ADMU's Team B against Lyceum's Team A (because they aren't joining any other league, the losers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lost. ._. 73-70. Too bad, really. I was jumping on me seat...but wasn't trying to make myself noticeable too much to the point of embarassment, because there was a really good looking guy seated near me. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, he looked like Anne. o_O;; No, it wasn't her. Just a boy......that looked like her. Not her, though. Certainly not her. -shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to connect the scanner!!!!! DXXXXXXX!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112817504392723246?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112817504392723246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112817504392723246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112817504392723246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112817504392723246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112800067746085973</id><published>2005-09-29T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T21:31:18.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Way.Past.Tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of. Maybe just a tad stressed out. Okay, VERY stressed out. 7th grade is hard. I won't say it sucks, because it actually doesn't. It's an experience that I was *seemingly* willing to go through. It's fun. Alot of things to do, though, which is the had stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to go to college.&lt;/strong&gt; That's why I'm semi-so determined. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's so hard. Sometimes, I just wanna quit out of stress. Eh. But I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had to write a Language essay (which was supposed to have an outline, but I got lazy last night and did spontaneous essays, like what I usually do and am usually good at) about conserving and preserving st00f. Then we had to rewrite it for Reading. Entirely. And then I had to do my CLE reflection paper. And then my Math timeline. Which I all have to print. CLE tomorrow, and Math by Monday. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my sister and dad that we needed to RUSH and print the CLE things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my dad &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SWEARED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he'd get me a new printer. A better one.  Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is good, sicne we got out &lt;strong&gt;Chat Peypoch&lt;/strong&gt; pictures today. I'll post one when I get my -shudders with pleasure- scanner. o_o Also in Friendster. Wow. Man, this is so cool. I have 1 &lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE&lt;/strong&gt; black and white Chat pic, and one that is one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was by 7-4's classroom during lunch and Henson came up to me and was like, "Hey, Ria, patingin?" (Hey, Ria, can I see?) She actually had a slight trace of worry on her face or a nervous smile. I swear. But I said nothing and jsut handed her the pictures. Then suddenly adding, "Patingin yung sa 'yo." (Let me see yours.) she gave them. Haha. I like her pictures. All the same thing, practically, but real nice. She even mixed our envelopes up, so we just had to like...fix them. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told her, "Just for the record, I don't hate you." (okay, maybe I do, but I just don't like a certain trait or two that pops up sometimes, and not always or everything about her, okay? So I basically don't hate &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom e-mailed me. Good thing she knows how now. 'Cept capitalizing when typing. XDD But that's okay. I asked her if she can get me &lt;strong&gt;Level27 MERCH&lt;/strong&gt; after spending hours on the main website, drooling at the clothes. XDD I kept insisting to her that &lt;strong&gt;"Even if I don't get a present at X-mas! Even if I NEVER get a PS2! Even if I don't get any other pasalubong! I'd DIE for L27 st00f!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;SERIOUS&lt;/span&gt; about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me no presents for X-mas, okay...no PS2: disappointing, but okay. Not any other pasalubong: Have mercy, but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I'm bored. I don't study, but I pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Cora is boring. That's why I never liked 'Art' in the 3rd grade, when she was our teacher. I was enthusiastic at first, but...yeah. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Consumer education is just so far from 'Art'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112800067746085973?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112800067746085973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112800067746085973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112800067746085973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112800067746085973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112791580334203668</id><published>2005-09-28T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:56:43.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.I'm.Wide.Awake.Yet.It's.Still.Not.Morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moodswings! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intense moodswings!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my last post? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEE EET?!?!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;See I was all &lt;em&gt;depressed&lt;/em&gt;?!?!!?!?!?!? Well....I'm not now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me auntie just called and talked to my sister. When my sis got of the phone (which was right beside me) she told me things that mom e-mailed to her on her account alogn with some other stuff (the stuff came first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom said she got you the CD of Bright Eyes." &lt;em&gt;INSTANTLY&lt;/em&gt; (fucking instantly) I was like, "&lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister went back to her room to sleep, and I was feeling uber-curious. As in the curiosity of the whole thing was eating my &lt;strong&gt;pancreas&lt;/strong&gt;!!! DXXXX &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hihihihihi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hacked her e-mail (-cough- Hehe, &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;tell me her password &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; long before, so it's not much of a hack) and looked at mom's e-mail to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLY FUCKING GOD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;...nd ria's bright eyes"wide awake"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it said. o____________o -spaz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;YES!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, 'Lover, I Don't Have To Love" is in the album 'Lifted' ....oh well. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Moodswings! DX!!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what lazy time is all about!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am I still lazy if I'm jumping around screaming 'yes! yes!' and making noise? I. Think. Not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHO THE FUCK CARES?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I've got a Bright Eyes CD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shall be uber-precious, and &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; scratch or &lt;strong&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; will be anywhere &lt;em&gt;near&lt;/em&gt; it!! &lt;em&gt;Or &lt;/em&gt;on it! XOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've managed to protect my 3 (out of 4) GC CDs: (Death version) &lt;strong&gt;Chronicles of Life and Death&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;The Young and the Hopeless&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Good Charlotte&lt;/strong&gt; after months of having it. There is also no scratch on GD's &lt;strong&gt;Dookie&lt;/strong&gt;. There is no scratch on MCR's &lt;strong&gt;Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge&lt;/strong&gt; (but the case isn't the most well protected thing in the world). AND there is no scratch on my &lt;strong&gt;SP&lt;/strong&gt; CDs. Sort of. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HOLY FUCK I'M HAPPY DX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112791580334203668?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112791580334203668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112791580334203668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112791580334203668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112791580334203668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_112791580334203668.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112790959866580402</id><published>2005-09-28T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:13:18.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.All.Hail.The.Heartbreaker.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like typing, since I've been typing all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started and finished part 4 and part 5 of my Frank Iero story. God help me. My hands are slowing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm writing too much. I'm also reading too much. I'm online too much. I eat too much. I laze around too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you suppose I'd say that I breathe too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right. I do. -holds breath- I am wasting the oxygen on my pathetic little self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do too much of the things that I don't need to do, and I do too little of that things needed to do. What will happen in my life now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really fucking messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna crawl under a rock and forget I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do at &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I updated my &lt;strong&gt;Friendster&lt;/strong&gt; profile (check my links, why don't you. It's all there), and studies CCS again. I keep getting mixed up with the brackets and stuff, but I got the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I designed a blakc background with a picture of Conor CAREFULLY aligned at the right. Everything else's test has been altered and formatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another things I waste my time on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a mother-fucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112790959866580402?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112790959866580402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112790959866580402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112790959866580402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112790959866580402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112779539182585149</id><published>2005-09-27T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T12:29:51.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Life.Is.Good,.If.You're.Brave.Enough.To.Live.It.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line above is my ultimate epiphany. I'm not saying anything else. No smileys, laughs, or any other jokes are located in this post. I'm a serious person today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. I'm not going to school today, because of excrutiating pain on my arm and leg. That means, it wasn't jsut a regular spain and scrape. It was something much more...err...bad. -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. I uploaded part 2 and 3 of my Frank Iero story. Erm...yeah. I still like it. I'm planning to finish part 4 later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three. I'm done reading &lt;strong&gt;WUNIOJTMIOTD&lt;/strong&gt;. It made me sad, actually. I have nothing to look forward to anymore. But I loved the story to bits. I kind of missed dreaming about possible continuations of the story at night (as I wasn't able to finish the whole thing in one sitting due to broken internet connections and bad computers). I kind of missed heading straight to that website and reading, giggling randomly by myself in the middle of viewing, trying to read the story out loud, and mimicking the voices of the characters....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I kind of missed falling in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is such a wonderful word. I can admit. And yet...I can't find it. Which is sad. That's the main reason of why I feel so alone in this world. There are many people around me, sure, but somehow...there's no one around me, if you know what I mean. There is no one to love (I mean, you can love everyone for random reasons...and yet you'll still feel so empty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth that are unexposed to the outside world have their insides left decaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to be exposed to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; outside world. I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; it here in the Philippines. I'd give &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; to just go out somewhere else. Somewhere I feel comfortable outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel paranoid even here in my own house (it is far from a home.). I always have these anxieties that crowd my mind. I even worry if I'll ever be happy again. It's a burden. Life is a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying, I believe, just shows weakness (that's why, when I fell off the bike yesterday, I tried laughing [and succeeded, and yet my 'haha's were cracking], even though it hurt alot, and tears were starting to form unwillingly in my eyes); but I also believe that if you are able to show your feelings, you are strong. I am a contradicting force to myself. It's driving me insane. I don't know what part of myself to believe. I have my pride, but sometimes, pride is a bad thing that just pulls you down to something else...worthless, helpless, hopeless, pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love stories like &lt;strong&gt;WUNIOJTMIOTD&lt;/strong&gt;, because (along with leisure and fun) I (also) realize a part of myself. I realized this part of myself. I like to know more about myself. Time won't help alone. The experiences of others play a good part...even if those experiences are fictional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terribly melo-dramatic, dreaming melancholy dreams at night, crying to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of this world, or when the time for you to see that last thing you'll ever see comes, you'll end up knowing more about others than yourself. The thought depresses me so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112779539182585149?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112779539182585149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112779539182585149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112779539182585149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112779539182585149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112779251647232541</id><published>2005-09-26T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T11:41:56.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.With.Another.Broken.Smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our Field Trip today to La Mesa Eco-Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of the day was okay, I wasn't relaly complaining. It was only towards the end of the day which sucked mother-fucking, son-of-a-bitch, shit-covered &lt;strong&gt;ass&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="357" alt="Main water thingy. XP" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/29.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the main water thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news first, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm bus 3, Frans (and Henson...-shudder-) is in bus 2. Alexa and Dana are in bus 1. Me and Monica were sitting together, along with Ara and Leoren. Me and Monica started eating cookies and stuff. o_o;; Erm, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we got out, walked a long time, put our bags down, walked another long time (it was supposed to be a toour, but I didn't learn anything. THEN was lunch, so...okay. Hassle. AFTER that, me and the whole barkada went fishing. Alexa caught a BIG fish first. Me and May (another friend of mine) caught fishies, too! :D But I did not keep it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="403" alt="Fish pond." src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/fish.jpg" width="495" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the fishpond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad part: Bicycles. I knew how to, but stupid mountain bikes, I can't do. So Betina, Dana and Frans were teaching me (Dana and Frans soon left and st00f). I was doing fine, nearly giving up like hell at the end, but tried it one last time...and did it. Unfortunately, there was this @#%N(&amp;#$_%&amp;amp;ing hump in the middle of the *humpy* road, and I crashed. XD I scraped my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually wouldn't have been nothing, since it didn't hurt much. I was even laughing. But then, I tried it agian for the second time, and succeeded again...and YET, Alexa was right there in front of me. D'oh, I turned right. Then there was this fucking tree in the middle of the road. -crash- Sprained my upper arm, can't move it right now. I scraped my elbow and it's pretty red, with red lines, and not blood. o_o Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I was bashing the guys who rented the bicycles. I even cussed even. Like they understood. St00pid mutha f00kahz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm too lazy to type and my arm hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112779251647232541?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112779251647232541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112779251647232541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112779251647232541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112779251647232541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/main-water-thingy-xp.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112759734514290238</id><published>2005-09-25T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T05:29:05.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Tell.Me.Who.I.Am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy personality quizzes. :D Even these mini-kinds-of quizzes I find randomly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" bgcolor="#a090d5" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#2c0860" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=59794" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serifcolor:#ffffff;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your day with Simple Plan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#d8daf3;"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="Ria" name="in0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Age &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#d8daf3;"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="13" name="in1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Favorite SPer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#d8daf3;"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="David" name="in2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Favorite Color &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#d8daf3;"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="Black, indigo" name="in3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;David&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#d8daf3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;insists on walking around town wearing an 'I Love Hotdogs!' sash, with you on his arm.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pierre&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#d8daf3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;comes out of the closet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sebastien&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td color="#d8daf3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;asks to see your pantie drawer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chuck&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td color="#d8daf3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;handcuffs himself to you and *accidentally* swallows the key.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeff&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td color="#d8daf3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;handcuffs himself to you and *accidentally* swallows the key.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#2c0860" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Try Your Answers!" name="submit"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-seriffont-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This &lt;a style="COLOR: #000000" href="http://www.kwiz.biz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/userprofile.php?userid=109053"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Merlot6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Taken 3117 Times.&lt;img height="1" src="http://images.kwiz.biz/kwizcount.gif" width="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" bgcolor="#a090d5" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#2c0860" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=34565" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serifcolor:#ffffff;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would Simple Plan be Addicted to u?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Ur name/sn/username/nickname &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td color="#d8daf3"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="Billy" name="in0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Favorite member of Simple Plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td color="#d8daf3"&gt;&lt;select size="1" name="in1"&gt;&lt;option value="Pierre"&gt;Pierre&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="+Jeff"&gt;Jeff&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="+Seb"&gt;Seb&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="+David"&gt;David&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="+Chuck"&gt;Chuck&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="+I+dont+know+who+is+who"&gt;I dont know who is who&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="+I+can%27t+choose-I+like+them+all"&gt;I can't choose-I like them all&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pierre...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td color="#d8daf3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;loves u like a sister&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeff...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #d8daf3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;likes to kiss ur cheek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seb...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #d8daf3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;always slaps ur ass when u go by&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;David...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #d8daf3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cant stop staring at ur body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chuck...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #d8daf3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;makes out with u&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"  style="color:#d8daf3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;How much they like u overall - &lt;b&gt;13%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="250" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#006600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#00cc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="lime" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#99ff66" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ccff99" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff33" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9900" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff6600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff3300" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="lime" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#99ff66" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ccff99" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff33" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcc00" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9900" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff6600" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff3300" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#006600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#00cc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="lime" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#99ff66" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ccff99" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff33" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9900" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff6600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff3300" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#2c0860" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Try Your Answers!" name="submit"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-seriffont-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This &lt;a style="COLOR: #000000" href="http://www.kwiz.biz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/userprofile.php?userid=42615"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Insanity Is Sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Taken 2128 Times.&lt;img height="1" src="http://images.kwiz.biz/kwizcount.gif" width="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" bgcolor="#b2b2b2" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#343434" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=43070" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serifcolor:#ffffff;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MCR, GREEN DAY, GC, SIMPLE PLAN, THE USED QUIZ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#e5e5e5;"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="Billy" name="in0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;DOB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#e5e5e5;"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="August 20, 1992" name="in1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Favourite Color &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#e5e5e5;"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="Black" name="in2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You will snog:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e5e5e5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;David Desrosiers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You will make out with:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e5e5e5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Billie Joe Armstrong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You fuck:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e5e5e5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;David Desrosiers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You will fall in love with:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td color="#e5e5e5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Billy Martin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You will have the baby of:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td color="#e5e5e5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gerard Way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You will die with:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td color="#e5e5e5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mikey Way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#343434" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Try Your Answers!" name="submit"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-seriffont-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This &lt;a style="COLOR: #000000" href="http://www.kwiz.biz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/userprofile.php?userid=58898"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whatsername_13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Taken 1753 Times.&lt;img height="1" src="http://images.kwiz.biz/kwizcount.gif" width="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(Snog and fuck David? Make our with Billie? Fall in love with Billy? Have Gerard's kid?! DIE WITH MIKEY?! Oooo!!! I like!) &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" bgcolor="#90bed5" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#083360" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=60079" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serifcolor:#ffffff;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your sleepover with Simple Plan!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#d8f3f3;"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="Billy" name="in0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;DOB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#d8f3f3;"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="August 20, 1992" name="in1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Favourite Color &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#d8f3f3;"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="Black" name="in2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pierre will&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#d8f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sit on you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;David will&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#d8f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;take you to a corner so he can cuddle you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeff will&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#d8f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fall asleep with Chuck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seb will&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td color="#d8f3f3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ask in a very shy way if you like him, and give you the boo boo lip while asking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chuck will&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td color="#d8f3f3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eat all the snacks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You will&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td color="#d8f3f3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;totally love everything about this night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#083360" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Try Your Answers!" name="submit"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-seriffont-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This &lt;a style="COLOR: #000000" href="http://www.kwiz.biz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;cool quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/userprofile.php?userid=109054"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gir123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Taken 364 Times.&lt;img height="1" src="http://images.kwiz.biz/kwizcount.gif" width="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" bgcolor="#a090d5" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#2c0860" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=61907" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serifcolor:#ffffff;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;you on the simple plan tour bus!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Full name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#d8daf3;"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="Ria Tinio" name="in0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Favorite SP guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#d8daf3;"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="David Desrosiers" name="in1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;describe yourself in 5 words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#d8daf3;"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="5" size="5" value="ghey!" name="in2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;favorite color &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#d8daf3;"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="Black" name="in3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;favorite song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#d8daf3;"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="Demolition Lovers" name="in4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;favorite store &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#d8daf3;"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="Penshoppe" name="in5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pierre&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d8daf3"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;will make you dance in your underware&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chuck&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d8daf3"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;steal your ipod&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeff&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d8daf3"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;makes you polish his head&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seb&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d8daf3"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;make you sit on his lap for the whole ride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;David&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d8daf3"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bangs you in the bus drivers seat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PAtrick&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d8daf3"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kicks you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#2c0860" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Try Your Answers!" name="submit"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-seriffont-size:-1;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;This &lt;a style="COLOR: #000000" href="http://www.kwiz.biz/"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000;color:black;" &gt;fun quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/userprofile.php?userid=113905"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000;color:#000000;" &gt;i&lt;3simpleplan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Taken 343 Times.&lt;img height="1" src="http://images.kwiz.biz/kwizcount.gif" width="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so hungry and it's 5:28am. o_o;;; And I'm reading this thing in Latin, and I can;t understand anything. @_@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112759734514290238?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112759734514290238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112759734514290238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112759734514290238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112759734514290238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112757920884236041</id><published>2005-09-24T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T00:26:50.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.You.Make.Me.Want.To.Feel.Like.Falling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. That line above came flying to my head all of the sudden. I drew a picture of it, actually. Yes, it was an image that flashed once in my head out of the blue. I mean, I &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; feeling disappointed, annoyed, pissed, and blank at the time when the sentence and image came and flashed like lightning. And then it dawned to me after 5 minutes. This sentence sounds weird! Feel like falling, and not just falling. I want to feel like falling, and not actually fall? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Internet Explorer is acting up, so I'm using Mozilla. Which is hard. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Dhttp://www.quizilla.com/users/MonoxideLullaby%E2%80%9D"&gt;Kay's&lt;/a&gt; Draco Malfoy stories. Especially &lt;b&gt;WUNIOJTMIOTD&lt;/b&gt;. :D So long. XDDD But so addicting, for some reason. I'd honestly think it's mediocre...but I don't! And I'm addicted! Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humm....my brother just came home. Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing tons of eye make-up. It's creeping even me out. But me in a good way. To everyone else, an...err...well...way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me! I went girly shopping today! And I feel so weird! o_&lt;;;;  I first went to Penshoppe and bought &lt;b&gt;Black Coffee&lt;/b&gt; eyeliner, Silver/Grey/Light Blue/Blue eyeshadow that was all in one compact, and strawberry lip balm, costing me like...260 something. I also bought a 229-buck wallet from Penshoppe. o_o But...I'm afraid to lose it now! XO Erm...and then, I also bought shampoo, a Pilot F pen (whcih I tried and it sucks), and a Steadler Eraser. Frans will buy me my new black nailpolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much cosmetics. I barely wear any at all, aside from the occassional powder I always forget anyway. I do wear alot of eye makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bright pink eyeshadow (that I don't really use...just a fun thing to play with. XD) along with red eyeshadow (which I use &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to much! It's almost gone! o_o) that is in the same compact. I also have black eyeshadow (another thing I use alot...but I STILL use red more. XO) I had Chocolate Brown eyeliner...my trusty eyeliner...but it got lost. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing red eyeshadow is so fun. When I first got it, I experimented with it, covering my eyes in deep fucking red. I looked like I was taking drugs! .....OR someone from My Chemical Romance! XDDD Change my nose, shorten my hair, stretch me a few inches, be anorexic for 5 days, and voila! Gerard! XDD Someone did complain that I look like him. Which is weird. I took a good look but didn't see any resemblance. o_o I had the same hair though, before it grew. He cut his hair shorter now, anyway, so we TOTALLY don't look alike anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er...yeah. I also bought &lt;b&gt;TWIST&lt;/b&gt;, a 'girleh' magazine. Uhm...&lt;b&gt;WHY&lt;/b&gt;, you ask? The only reason I bought it was that Green Day was in a small section (which turned out to be a poster only, but yay anyway!), and Simple Plan was in a section (a section written by Seb, with pics of GC and GD [since SP loves them].) and also a jumbo poster was there. So...yay. :D Alexa will be so crazied over it. But I'm not giving it to her, nu-uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me. I tore down (more like pain-stakingly peeled the tape off of the wall and carefully pulled it out, or folded it back) my Good Charlotte poster. I have two, but the one I put up (and now tore down) was the all crumpled one that I brought to the concert (see post of July 8, the 2nd post in this blog). I don't want it to be ruined! It's creases and special folds are a reminder of the greatest day of my life to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-hum.....I like Conditioner. I'm almost out of thebottle of conditioner that my mom gave me for my birthday. Damn it. It makes my hair all soft and interesting. XDDD Must. Buy. More.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent alot today. o_o I'm gunna tell Ms. Dolly that we have financial troubles, and just earn back using my allowance............since....yeah. I'm not saying anything. Too many eyes watching. -shifty eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah...I brought 700 bucks to the mall. Went home -628 of my 700. XDDDDDDD I'm...err...happy? o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me. This morning, I was so bored, so I played Harvest Moon: BTN. With determination to get 50 fish, upgrade my hammer, get all my seeds, chop up 100 or so more pieces of wood, and sell 100 or more of ALL fucking products (even vegetables, crops...not jsut animal produce), AND trying to find out when my kid's birthday was (after a year or so of not playing, I wouldn't remember!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I successfully got the catfish print from the underground cave, and the barracuda print from the Spring Goddess waterfall on Mother's Hill. -sigh- I gained 10000 bucks in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ams o bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112757920884236041?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112757920884236041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112757920884236041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112757920884236041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112757920884236041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_112757920884236041.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112754492704789367</id><published>2005-09-24T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T15:02:07.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Wake.Up.It's.Over...Just.Tell.Me.It's.Okay.To.Die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum. Long title, eh? XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I am such a &lt;em&gt;mutha fukah. &lt;/em&gt;I have forgotten what had happened for the past how-long-have-I-not-posted. o_O;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ya know, it's like I want to change my layout. But...erm...I have to fix alot of things. And it's in CSS, not HTML, so I'll have to study that again, since I forgot how to fix those things. It's actually not Green Day or Good Charlotte or anything. It's anime! Okay, so it's Hakkai, from Gensomaden Saiyuki, my most favorite anime in the world (and it still is!). Blair designed it, but left alot of things to edit in CSS code, so...fudge!&lt;br /&gt;(oh, yeah, I tend to say &lt;strong&gt;fudge&lt;/strong&gt; insted of &lt;strong&gt;fuck&lt;/strong&gt; now. o_o I can say that infront of teachers~! And I do~! XDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...me and my brother talked, but nothing happened. From my point of view, anyway; I still hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know the song Dissolve and Decay by Hawthorne Heights? I love that song now. o_o Thanks to this Draco Malfoy story I'm reading (holy shit, have I gone back to him again?!). It's just a really good story. I downloaded the song and listened to it over and over again. I was teary eyes the seconds time I heard it, but I deleted the song afterwards from my file (and the Recycle Bin) because I was too emotional and felt so bad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thinks- I told you I forgot what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...oh, yeah. Thursday night. Texting Alexa about the whole incident that happened with that fucktard (fuck+bastard=fucktard! It always reminded me about custard, though. :P) , Henson. We were coool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLY FUDGIE BAR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(Lex eats too much of these)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;PRESSURE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrrggghhhh. Thurday night, I was all, "OMIGOD, I CANNOT DO THIS!!" running back and forth around the house, looking for my Don Juan (of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ibong Adarna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; story) costume pieces. The accessories, the gold rich-kid necklaces, my white shirt, khaki pants, my black converse and socks, the brooch for my cape (that I had successfully made out of a safety pin, interesting bracelet and brooth pin that was broken. My mom -taught- me to make it, but I made it my own way after much frustration). I packed it all up, and decided to wear the shirt and pants as dengue attire, so I didn't need to carry the red uniform along witht he costume. x_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding that, I actually think it went okay. After all, we had no practice. But I was not happy. Me and Gwen were both not happy. If Ms. Dolly hadn't said that it was the only chance we would ever get, we'd do it again (I think). [o_o;] Marge was too nervous and keept forgetting lines and whatnot. We did a pantomime presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Science after that. All good. Science fair, got to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that was CLE. Ms.Dolly had called me to her office after Science, and I spent like...5 minutes there. I got the shoebox and went to my section. They were all lining up, but I went into the classroom to put the shoebox into the classroom. Sir Ruel was all, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excuse me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!" And I was all, "Pff." but I went back and he said again, "&lt;strong&gt;Ex&lt;em&gt;CUSE&lt;/em&gt; me&lt;/strong&gt;!" I went through the exit door, mumbling. He just ruined my happy time then and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to AVR 6 and stuff. He spent the whole day yapping. I kept raising my hand to gain back all the fucking point I may have lost from Sir Ruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking down notes and was right in front of him, but my notebook was being covered by my text book and he was all, "Victoria, why aren't you copying? It's &lt;strong&gt;disturbing&lt;/strong&gt; me!" (I was thinking, "&lt;strong&gt;What the fuck you?! I'm RIGHT IN FRONT of you and your 43-year-old eyes are just as fucked up as your head&lt;/strong&gt;!") I actually had my text book and notebook to my chest (and only leaned down to copy notes, but making sure my haird was falling down) because I didn't have my ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I told Ms. Dolly later at lunch. She said it was okay, as long as I provide a note, even if I do get the publisher to make another one for me. She said I will need it by Monday, but there was not possibility for me to get it by then.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Ms. Dolly better now. And I love Filipino now. Ibong Adarna is just so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...SSP time. Me and Alexa and Frans were invited to have a dialogue with Ms. Olive in the guidance counselor's office. Henson was also invited, but she kept making up excuses until Alexa finally gave up due to lack of time. Her loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were laughing our asses off by then, and I was &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; hungry. o_o;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was the usual, Eco-Park cafe. Alexa's admirerer (the fucking janitor, haha!! XDD) was there, and Alexa faked talking to a so called 'David', a boyfriend name me and Frans' made up. (In fact, Alexa does love a certain David!), and a so called 'Mateo' whom Alexa used to love, so we faked him as an ex. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But what was WEIRD was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the cashier and went to go buy some food (starving, remember?). Alexa's admirerer was there and suddenly said to me out of the blue, "Alam mo, ang ganda ng face mo. (You know what, your face is pretty.)" I was first like, "Huh?" I thoguht he was saying something about Alexa to me, but he repeated what he said and I was...again, "Huh?" [With the face: o_O;;] I gave him a "what the fuck?" look and went back to our table. I told Alexa and Frans and they were both, WTF--mixed with their asses falling off 'cuz of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexa then was still talking to 'David' (she brought her cellphone) and then asked if Billy was there. Alexa then handed the phone to me. I didn't know what to say, even if it was to no one in particular. I spoke to the phone "Monkeys are ghey!" and quickly handed it back to Alexa. She gave it back to me in annoyance and then I added, "ghey-er than you!" Uhm...yeah. o_o I pretended to tlak to Billy more and handed it to Alexa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while, the janitor was still there. o.o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Alexa had to go home shortly after, and me and Frans went to the Eco-fair and had a massage. At first, I was ticklish, but quickly relaxed. After that, I was all, "Omigod, that felt so gooooooooooooood.....!" I was sighing. Man, that felt nice. And it was practically free, but there was a donation box. Since we loved their massage, we gave a donation. My blood pressure is 110/80. Wow. Who would have thought? It's normal, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...yeah. My bus was there pretty early, earlier than Frans'. So I was drawing and stuff, and we were ready to go. Then, Anne's bus was there behind ours, beside mine, actually. Me and Anne were both in front, with the same position. It was a coincidence. I don't know if she noticed me, but I was glad to see her. Then, we went out the gate. By that time, I noticed that Anne's bus was the bus behind &lt;em&gt;BEHIND&lt;/em&gt; the bus behind my bus (confusing?). So I was like, &lt;strong&gt;no! Stupid busdriver!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got home, I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep, waking up 12 hours later, waking up to today. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112754492704789367?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112754492704789367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112754492704789367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112754492704789367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112754492704789367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112739650433861987</id><published>2005-09-22T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T21:41:44.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Well,.If.You.Wanted.Honesty. (Part 2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;also titled:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.This.Is.The.Beauty.That.I.Am.Faking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WARNING: Atheism, language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my brother to bits. To &lt;strong&gt;fucking&lt;/strong&gt;. mushed up. &lt;strong&gt;stomp-them-with-a-gazillion-ton-buldozer&lt;/strong&gt; bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now realized why I never liked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my ignorance as a child was not on me to blame. That was the only time I loved everyone. But now, I'm not a child. For the past...half of my life, I was not a child. I lost my capability to love some people, and I don't want it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fight with my brother, I realize that. I found a note I wrote in my mom's closet. Around...when I was 5-6 years old. It was probably something I was so proud of, showing it to my parents and all. I wrote there that 'even if my brother and I fight alot, I still love him'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Flash: God, Fairyland music sickens me. -puts MCR on-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing to myself when I found this. My dad was in the next room, looking at me like I was crazy. I wanted to burn that note then and there. What was the use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never found any more usage for old belongings. Just burn them. All my childhood, everything. I'd cry, perhaps, but crying shows weakness. Everyone is weak. A [useless] part of my life is gone. But at the moment, I don't give a fuck. Why would I want to keep my Cabbage Patch Kid (which is currently missing) who is bald and has a vanilla-scented head that lost it's scent a long time ago? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked that toy for a reason. I liked vanilla. Now I don't. I don't like icecream anymore, even vanilla. I eat less foods now. I treasure less items now. I love less people now. I don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I find my life so incredibly pathetic and meaningless, I'm here, keeping memories that will once be forgotten in time. Is there a meaning to what I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we breathe? In order to live. Why do we eat? In order to live. Why do we believe in God? I don't know, but honestly, I don't give a fuck, because I don't believe in that assfuck anyway. But why do we live? To find a reason. Why do we need to find a reason? Because our life would be meaningless forever if we don't. Why will our life be meaningless? We have no reason. Why do we have no reason? Because we didn't look for one. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find fault in everyone. I find my whole being a fault. A sin. Everyone is born sinners. Everyone is a sin themselves. They were made by sin. They. are. a. fucking. sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary was a slut who gives a damn about who assfucks her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find everyone posers. I myself have been struggling...Trying to fit into a world where they just don't belong. We're alone in this world. There is no one there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. This post only was supposed to be about my brother, but...yeah, I ramble like dipshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thinks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I hate everyone? It made me realize something, this post. I find something I can gravely hate someone for in everyone. But I won't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't translate feelings into words. Even 'i love you' can get pretty shallow and empty the more times you say it. Meaning it will jsut use all the juice up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112739650433861987?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112739650433861987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112739650433861987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112739650433861987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112739650433861987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_112739650433861987.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112738522553447612</id><published>2005-09-22T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T18:33:45.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Well,.If.You.Wanted.Honesty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was a complete assfuck (meaning, today hurt like hell; fucking thru the ass hurts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had involved Henson, a cellphone, and me and Frans laughing our fucked-up-asses off...which quickly turned into fucked-up fear and coward-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up with a headache, a grumpy stomach, and a nervous feeling in my chest. All at the same time. So I was like..."Fuck...I don't want to go to school today...but it's swimming, and I want to go swimming! And to the eco-fair! And...and...she'll find it obvious now...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming today was traumatizing. x_x I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking to the swimming pool, when Sarah, class number 1, went running to get a shower cubicle first. She didn't see a rope that was tied across the pool (also reachering beyond the pool, to the walkway) that was suspended. Her neck got caught in the rope, and she fell back, making her head, back and everything else hit the stone floor...HARD. She was shaking as if she had epilepsy(?) (but she doesn't, she just really coulsn't breathe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to her and was like, "Omigodomigodomigodomigod....!!" She was bleeding. Not much, but still, bleeding. And she wasn't speaking. And she kept trying to move when were moving her to the stretcher...and it was so creepy! Ms. Nen already ran to the clinic by that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for Ms. Nen. This is the second emergency that happened in her class. One was this, the other was a 6th grader trying to do a tumbling and then braking her arm...that 6th grader, whom I know. But, whatever. I don't really 'know' her, don't really care. Friend of my busmate, is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. PE is two periods. The whole first one was spent on that accident, Ms. Nen getting back, and praying the whole Luminous mystery (rosary, d'oh!). 1/3 of the second period was trying to get everyone to calm down and swim (and not be traumatized!) and for discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go swimming, and I wasn't traumatized at all (just worried), but it was still scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the day was practically an assfuck-by-means-of-rape. -bleeds- x_&lt;; I was trying to avoid her the whole day, even though I know I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eco-fair. Uhm...yeah. Just bought from Potato Corner (-love-). Animals, not sure. But my dad said he'll get me a rabbit! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...yeah. When I was in Frans' house yesterday, we were playing with nailpolish (chic! XDD). Black nailpolish. I was putting some on my toes ('cuz there was school tomorrow! Couldn't put it on my fingernails!), and messed it up. XDDD I started painting Frans' bedsheet. Hahaha. So anyway, I took the nailpolish off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAIRYLAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112738522553447612?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112738522553447612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112738522553447612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112738522553447612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112738522553447612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112721439081330076</id><published>2005-09-20T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T19:06:30.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Yogurt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departure. Drawing. Sitting on the covered walk. Post I was leaning on shook/vibrate. Looking to the side, Anne was there. o_o Not saying anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...Alexa says Henson has BO. :D Thank you Lord I was not there beside her (I'm always with Alexa, by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. I got a special recognition for Math today. Uhm...uh...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was almsot a regular day. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112721439081330076?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112721439081330076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112721439081330076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112721439081330076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112721439081330076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112713322083714029</id><published>2005-09-19T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:33:40.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;.Our.Purpose.&lt;s&gt;Attained&lt;/s&gt;.Regained.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy is a happy camper. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the early-day signs of boredom and laziness (boreaziness. X3), I managed to counter fate and...err...counter fate! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, CLE was a complete nuisance. It may just be his own opinion, but I strongly disagree on what Sir Ruel keeps saying. I just...'ya know...don't like it. Like, I wanted to say to him, "What right do you think do you have to say that?" or "Shut. the. fuck. up. already." I was glaring at him already (really, I was. I'm not scared of Sir Ruel. What, does he want me to be? Psh.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just me. Everyone agrees with Sir Ruel because they want to pass the 7th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I want to pass, too, but being good is just not me. Suit themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also wrote chapter 1 to me Frank Iero story, &lt;strong&gt;[[I'm So Dirty, Babe...]]&lt;/strong&gt; asking about the title? It's a lyric to one of their songs, d'oh. &lt;strong&gt;[[The Collision of Your Kiss]]&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;[[Thank You For The Venom]]&lt;/strong&gt; was taken already, so...yeah. It's a bid...err...rebellious, but who cares? It's supposed to be. I think. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...I also fixed up &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; Friendster profile (go look at it in my links list!). Friendster now allows HTML to edit the profiles, so I'm like...-going crazy with HTML- I still love HTML. :3 The only thing I could NOT (-gasp-) figure out how to do was to put music in the page (it's different from the player, lovelies) [I tried entering the regular HTML/CSS code that embed music needed, but it didn't work...I think Friendster needs a different code, or something), and change the borders. I was able to change the background, texts, cursor, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. I fixed the problem of my upper picture not appearing. It's appearing in my computer now, so I guess I fixed it. o_o; And somehow, my posts weren't showing up (but in Mozilla they were! XO) in Internet Explorer, but I fixed that, too. :D And this time, it did not give me a headache! It only earned a grunt+groan of frustration, patience, smacking of the keyboard...and that's practically it. :D I am a genius. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-hum. I blacked out. Uhm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I read the 2nd book of Captain Underpants again. You know, I love Captain Underpants and all [[Tra-la-laaaa!!!]], but what makes me lazy is the flip-o-ramas. But...yeah, okay, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cleaning out my PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, check for SpyWare (so far, 152 infections have been located in only 4200 registry items...hihihi, the computer is so dirty! X3). Then clean out the files and stuff you don't need. All is good. I'll just kill that SpyWare right now. -keels- :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, SpyWare is like...a virus that records everything you do and sends it to 3rd parties etc etc. Eccessive pop-up ads, slow &lt;em&gt;eche pureches&lt;/em&gt; here and there are signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, look! It's Conor! X3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Conor Oberst from Bright Eyes..&lt;3" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/04_lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-hum, I am so bored...should I post a picture of myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. :D Maybe, but not now. X3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112713322083714029?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112713322083714029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112713322083714029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112713322083714029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112713322083714029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112704764562924974</id><published>2005-09-18T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:47:27.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.So.I.Can.Breathe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thinks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did eet. o_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made ze prologue to my Frank Iero story and I jsut uploaded it. XP HTML sucks ass. I decided to make the font color &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;dark purple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;text, so like...holy-moley. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The much anticipated &lt;strong&gt;This Is What We Call A Tragedy [part 5]&lt;/strong&gt; is out. I'm...err...okay with it. More of a, "Oh, okay." thing. I can't blame Sam, though. She did say that she was feeling like shit and really doesn't like the story. But I was so into it, and...yeah. The long wait kinds ruined the mood. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I also watched the Making of the 'Helena' video. X3 No comment, just a smiley. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehrm...my dad is bribing me a free internet card and a trip tot he mall if I do the pawnshop's work. XDD So I'm like, "Okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also currently watching a video of two guys making out and being all sexual. With their clothes on, of course. Just...you know...sexual. -melts into a puddle of happiness- The guys' names are Ben and Andie. They are on a bed, and they are both wearing studded belts, black shirts, and black pants. I THINK the guy on top is Andie, he has glasses. There's one girl on the bed, watching, and there's another girl at the floor, watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="”http://www.zippyvideos.com/84955835251825/file_cache4/”"&gt;Click HERE to see the video! :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The-guy-that-I-think-is-Andie just took his shirt off. XDD If I were to die, please kill me now, when I am the happiest soul on earth. Yay for boy-on-boy action!! XDDDD ....fuhlash: some guy just giggled! XDDD It makes me all tingly inside. XP I love these things. :D It's good to have gay guy friends. They're so fun to watch. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I see humping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have repeated it for the 6th time. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-watches-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112704764562924974?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112704764562924974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112704764562924974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112704764562924974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112704764562924974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_112704764562924974.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112698047312820337</id><published>2005-09-18T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T03:26:49.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.I.Miss.You.More.Than.I.Did.Yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings and salutations, lovelies. Posting again, since I don't want to edit my last post for the additional things that happened. I don't work that way, dears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. My brother called me to watch home movies, even back to the day I had my first Christmas in '92, when I was only 4 months old, yes. As far as I know, that was the most in the past we could get to. I even got to see my graduation, and my 4th birthday. Which confused me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Learner's Circle, I graduated and moved to Assumption for the first grade, but they told me I was too young (only 4, remember?) and moved me back to preschool...so I like...graduated twice. I guess that was the one that sparked up my young thought of 'graduating' every year. As in, after the first grade, I graduate again. Haha. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got to see Baguio in it's younger times, when the now extremely-fucked-up-and-old car was new, and when my now 26-year old sister was 13-17. It was entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 6-7 year old brother, during my first Christmas, was singing along to this high-pitched song...you know, those typical ones, where the singer is a complete diva with big hair, big lips, a mole, and a pink boa. He was laying down on this chair that looks like a Psychiatrist's. You know, the ones you find in the councellor's office, where you lie down and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also dancing in front of the camera. It was entertaining. And yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fuck knowledge about the '93 SONY Handycam, so my brother fast forwards the scenes where HE is embarassing, but he keeps it still when I, or anyone else is embarassing. Meanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun. I then discovered that, unlike when my 6-7 year old brother was holding the camera extremely shakily, I, my 4 year-old self was holding it still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Baguio, my dad let my brother hold it, and during my graduation, my dad let me hold it, since I was persistent. I was holding it still, and yet I was walking but it was still...err...still! It's interesting, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother had always complimented me on my careful hands. I am very good at making card houses. He also extends his point by commenting on my drawings and the other nifty crafts I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Baguio, like...last year, I didn't make a typical card house that it only 2 cards needed to stand, oh no. I made a pagoda. Of course, one story requires roughly 10 cards, so it's heavy and can much more easily topple over once even one card it moved, or if the base is weak, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My record is making a 5-story pagoda (with a few cards slipped in certain places [mostly the base] to keep it still). I could have made more stories, but we only had one deck. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was making that pagoda, I couldn't lean in the table, my hands were smooth and not trembling, and I wasn't breathing, and my brother was at awe. "Pwede kang maging doktor; surgeon pa. Steady hands mo kasi eh. (You can be a doctor; a surgeon. Because your hands are steady.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a careful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my stupidity was on purpose, never an accident. I can't say, "Oh, I was holding a razor over my wrist and it slipped!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see more home movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[fuhlashh: On my computer, my header image ain't displaying. I apologize if it isn't appearing on your computer as well. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong. Which means I ahve to look through the whole HTML layout of my blog. This...err...might take a while.]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112698047312820337?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112698047312820337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112698047312820337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112698047312820337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112698047312820337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112697058917686364</id><published>2005-09-17T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T23:23:10.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Communication.Breakdown.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ze Parent-Daughter-Bonding-Night/Fellowship ish done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huummmm.....I feel like being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, it sucked 'cuz I woke up wifout any electricity, so fuck God. I went to school feeling like shit and just kept assuring myself that there's gunna be some light or sumthin' once I get home. So once I got home, "WHERE THE FUCK IS THE ELECTRICITY?!" so...yeah. HAD to take a bath, so I did, but it was hard, so fuck God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clad in black and spikey collars and wristbands and stuff, I went to ze multi-purpose, being a register-ing person there, along wif Gwen and Patram. But zen, I got lazy and went away, spotting Monica. Eventually, I spotted Alexa, who was gunna sleep in the grade 7 building, but Mon-Mon casually brought two tents and let Alexa have one. So...yoh. Frans came along later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put up the tent inside the Multi-purpose building (which was fun, haha), and raided Alexa's stuff. I got her MP3 player and used it for the next two days, NEVER (I'm serious) letting go of it. MCR was blasting at my ears for the next 48 hours, with me occassionaly changing the CD to Green Day's American Idiot, Dookie, and Good Charlotte's Young and Hopeless and The Chronicles of Life and Death, but putting it back to Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...yeah. Fuck, I lost the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk-time and whatnot. Tears, yes, alot of them. Struggling with tissue, yes, very much so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to Alexa saying that I was ready to forgive Henson for being a fucktard. So Henson approached me and stuff. Blah blah, talking, blah. Henson even mentioned a part when she was looking at me during that talk thing. There was her mom's face, and it you look through it, I'm over there. And I had a menacing look while looking to her, so she cringed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi? Menacing look? Hm. I wasn't giving her a menacing look! Maybe she thought wrong. Do I always looks like I give a menacing look? o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't join any game, since God didn't let me (he works in mysterious ways~), but we have this cheering thing going on. Hollah, 7-2's turn. The first time was really messed up, and we started laughing, so it was even more fucked up. Hahaha. So we did it again. Roar. Julienne was infront of me. And we were dancing! It was such an embarassing sight. But 7-4 was downstairs, so I didn't have to worry about taunting from Henson or Alexa. What I loved about our cheering was the exit. Because we were dancing like maniacs from the 80's, and...yeah, "&lt;em&gt;Tun tun tun, I feel good! Chananananananan&lt;/em&gt;!" -dances-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. No games. Alexa had no games, too, so I was just sitting there, MCR (as I said) repeating in my ears for the umpteenth time...and counting. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole cheering thing, I sat on stage, and played with Frans' videocam, video-taping Henson fiddling with her camera out of boredom, also video-taping Monica when she was playing in Game4. She looked so worried and panicked, it was scary. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had nothing to do but dinner. So eat, and than me and Ara and Alexa decided to go out with Henson (Alexa: That sounded &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; wrong). It was like...midnight at that time, and none of us had flashlights, and we were all wearing black. So we were out in the field, and Henson chickened out when Lexa, Ara, and me decided to go to the cemetary. Okay, I decided to go. Lexa and Ara just followed. They were holding each other's hands all the while, and I was listening to Green Day's Wake Me Up When September Ends or Whatsername. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, walk walk in the cemetary in midnight. It was awfully bright for midnight, though. So we go back sicne it wasn't scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we (as in me, Alexa, and Monica, since Ara went to her mom) were bored and stayed in Frans' tent (my tent was bigger, so why Frans' tent, I dunno) and brought Lays and Doritos. We watched everything we recorded in the video-cam, and laughed at how stupid Henson was when I was recording her and talking to her, so she was looking at the camera. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the stage and sat again, and for some reason, I was really depressed, and listening to MCR did not help, pissing me more off. So I switched to Green Day but it sorta didn't help, neither. I was leaning on Monica's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. After that, everyone else was practically asleep. Me and Monica and Alexa and Frans did NOT want to sleep so we went out wild int he Multi, jumping about and throwing stuffed animals around, seriously, we did. Me and Alexa and Frans and Monica were left, and we stayed at the back part of the Multi. The one where you can see the path tot he Retreat house...or...the way to the clinic form the multi, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were first rambling on and on about nothing and started fiddling with Frans' cellphone, and her tunes and videos (one was so cute!). She got tired eventually, and went to retire. Me and Alexa and Monica left. Not including Katrina Alarkon and Trixie Castillan somewhere else in the Multi talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were first, eating chips randomly, laying on the floor, having nothing to do. Then Alexa got The Destined Tragedy's song book, and we started making tunes to different songs. Alexa wanted to do a tune for the song &lt;strong&gt;Altogether Now&lt;/strong&gt;, a not-really-a-song-but-just-a-cry-of-boredom thing that I wrote during Social Science class, about being controlled by people, and finding these stupid but not-working ways of liberation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we were trying to write another tune for the song &lt;strong&gt;Fate Made It Obvious&lt;/strong&gt;, another one by me. Alexa made a tune already, but it sounded awfully like the Backstreet Boys. Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Alexa and Monica were singing &lt;strong&gt;Haze&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Never Beside You &lt;/strong&gt;until we were bored. I left the Chronicles of Life and Death blasting on the speakers and handed the walkman to Monica, while me and Alexa boredly run into walls. Seriously. We had nothing to do, so we were just running from one end to the other, running into the wall with no care in the world. Dude, my arm and side hurt like hell, but it was fun. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....I'm listening to MCR again right now for the 5th CD repeat. o_&lt;; Pretty soon, the 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...yeah. We went to Frans' tent and saw her sleeping, and me and Alexa and Monica (we could barely fit, but it was that kind of closeness that was cozy and comfortable) were going to annoy Frans. Alexa held her cellphone to Frans' sleeping face which made her move a little, but not wake up. Monic couldn't stop laughing and giggling, and I was trying my hardest to shut her up, even Alexa who was beside Frans (Frans was at the most left, then going right, Alexa, Monica and me) couldn't stop laughing. We were ready to explode. I wasn't a problem, since I was farthest form Frans, but I laughed loudly, period. Hahahaha! That was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had MCR playing in my ears again, and I accidentaly fell asleep with Monica and Alexa at 4:30am. Surprise, I fell asleep with Gerard screaming at me ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we woke up before 6am, along with Frans and got out and went to a bathroom, bumping into Henson along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah. Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I beat Julienne to chess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?! I beat the startest girl in my class to &lt;strong&gt;CHESS&lt;/strong&gt;. In the 3rd move already, Julienne kept telling me, "You're so fast!" (with Mikee commenting in the bakground: "Mabilis magisip yang si Ria." (Ria's a fast thinker.)) and then she says "You're so good!" and even at that point, it was unbelievable to me. I made a Joven (Julienne, damn it) to think. Hahahaha. XDDD And I barely know Chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I know hoe to play Chess, but only the basics, like...where can they go, and what can't they do, etc. Nothing special, just plain basics. But perhaps I was most thorough. I inherited it from my dad, according to him, sicne he was good at chess. My mom is good at Battle of the Generals, an old game form the 80's that I tried. It was harder than chess, alot more things to remember, but fun nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around...only a little more than 10 moves, when I managed to eat all Julienne's horses, a bishop, and 2 pawns, and I managed to make my horse go nearer to her king. "Check." she moved her king one step to the right, but when my bishop had eaten her bishop, it was there, so it became a trap. "Checkmate." -eats king- Black rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Alexa and Frans were running into walls again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mass, Alexa went home early, etc etc, and then we go home now. I lost my earring, and my dad almost lost his glasses. Hollah for bad luck. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the aches of the bone-crushing smashed tot he Multi's cement wall once I got home. Slept for 12 hours dead, and woke up for dinner. And here I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-mailed my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112697058917686364?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112697058917686364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112697058917686364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112697058917686364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112697058917686364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112678888960284638</id><published>2005-09-15T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:54:49.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;.How's.Life.Like.Bleeding.On.The.Floor?.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ze moment, my stomach hurts like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bt anyway, concerning today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked ass. And I hate it. I hate today. Ze end of the day was most fucked up. I fucking hate today. What's stupid is, I always have this eerie feeling about September 15, and 17. It's the 15th today, so like...ooooooh.&lt;br /&gt;(Perhaps I'll be all hyper on the 19th. INTERNATIONAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY! XDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...concerning today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck me? Oh, right! Fuck me! I want all of you to fuck me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying anything. Yet I heart this blog, so I put memories here. Ze closest I can get to telling the story without exposing everyone is thru keywords!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It involves Alexa, then crying, then insults, then Henson, then me (duh.), then more crying, then Ms. Dolly, then depression for me for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to say this part, though. Alexa told me this. Once Ms. Dolly was involved, and Henson and Lexa were talking to her, Henson was all like (towards the end), "Ria is just...like, on the tough side! She's just...so...like...TOUGH!" I laughed so hard when Alexa told me that ("Haha, right, feel her power, Henson.").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part is when Henson told Ms. Dolly, "Ria! She like...fist fights with...like, other people!" And then Alexa added, "With people bigger than you." (Henson's 5'7 or 5'8, by the way) and then Henson said, "I didn't say she was small or anything...!" It actually sounds very wrong. Only those with extra-green minds would understand. XDD Lexa understands. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexa even felt &lt;strong&gt;PITY&lt;/strong&gt; (fucking pity, damn it!) for Henson, when Henson was trying to explain some things, but her voice was cracking and was all nervous and stuff. Hollah. Hahahahahahaha. I would laugh right in front of her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henson called me a poser and a bitch. But I don't give a fuck, because that insult is way to overused, and is not affecting me anymore due to the many times it has been said to me. To what, inflict pain? BAH! j00 posers dunno anything about pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiots. Feh. -waves ze idiots off- Wanna fist fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I cried hard today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;strong&gt;REVELATION&lt;/strong&gt;! Music did NOT soothe me! I got home, all pissed and shit, and listened to music. MCR did NOT help. Green Day's WMUWSE just made me cry more and feel so fucking pathetic. No use. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donuts made me happy! I was so freaking hyper when I ate a donut with FunChum! Hahahahah. I was like..."Do-nut eat the DONUT~!!!" singing like a weirdo while walking in the rain. Hahaha. I am such a loser. (Alexa from behind me: "WITH STYLE!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was writing songs non-stop today. These days, I'm not really feeling depressed or anything, so I write love songs or all that shit. Today I was depressed, so I missed my good ol' morbid poems. I tried, as much as possible, to censor things and keep it light. But...I was nearly unable to. o_o;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My...stomach...hurts...!! X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fixing the layoof TDT (The Destined Tragedy)'s blog, so I have to draw all these things for the banner, ze background and all that shit. I am so busy. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love Ateneo. GO ATENEO! There are just some days where in they don't shoot well, like today's game with LaSalle. Oh well. GO GUYS! I noticed Eman all hyper at the end of the game and kept stopping the clock so I was all, "Eman, naman!" I dunno how to translate that. o_o;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My. Stomach. Hurts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it doesn't really hurt anymore. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! Let's be happy! But first, when I got home, I desperately wanted to do something fun. Me dad was watching the AdMUxDLSU game, so we couldn't go anywhere. Beh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now let's really be happy! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my red jacket. If only it was black, but I don't really care. This jacket is just so comfy and so baggy. :D I wuvs it. I'm wearing it now, actually, for no reason at all. The jacket itself is sorta cold and damp since it got wet in the rain. But it feels better than when it's dry. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like donuts. Not super sweet, though. Just right. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...oh yeah, fuhlashh. Alexa texted Henson to say sorry and whatnot, and Henson replid also, saying something like "Yeah, sorry too. I was thinking about the same thing. Hey is Ria mad? If yes, tell her "Sorry"." [I'm just making up her wrongness in spelling.] Then Alexa replied something like, "Yeah, I'll say sorry for you..." blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon, in one of Alexa's texts, she said, "Hey, may 3-way kayo? (Hey, do you have 3-way?) So you and Ria can talk with my guidance and be all peaceful the next day?" Henson replied something like, "Peaceful?! Peaceful?! What?! Peaceful?! Whatever dude!" Hollah, idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful? Hahahaha. No way in hell am I gonna be peaceful with that psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Yes, sugars, I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; fist fought with people taller, older, muscle-ier, and stronger than Henson. I don't count if I win or not. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm......in academic news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am industrious in Filipino. But I don't know my limits, so I jsut pile it all on top of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya see, we need to present a chapter from Ibong Adarna (which is a great read, actually, if you get past all the deep Filipino words), in any way you think is more practical. I'm grouped (33-36) with Jannica, -myself-, Gwen and Marge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in a Filipino period, Jannica and Marge were taking the Filipino test, so me and Gwen were left to plan and stuff. Me and Gwen (Gwenie-pie! -pinch- Had a crush on her for 2-3 days last year. Out now, I swear. I even told her. Hollah. XD) decided, since I'm Don Juan, ze character that has most of the lines, she said, why not do a pantomime! A person not needed during the skit can stay at the edges of the "screen" and just read the script of whoever is suppossed to talk. We decided that, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's a full 20 minutes, or should be, so we have to make it loooooong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I'm Don Juan, ze guy that has the most things to do. I have to fix my costume and stuff; and I'm also the person who is going to draw every different backdrop when needed. So...yeah. Around...6 backdrops. Hahaha. And I was assigned to making 1/2 of the costume of Ibong Adarna itself, so...FRILLS! w00t! Hahah. I need so many materials. I'm doing too many things, eh? Well, it's needed. And Filipino is now considered fun for meh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Gwen are going to think of the script, too, so I'm like..."Hmm...I wonder if I can do it all..." well, Gwen did tell me that if I can't do it anymore, she'll help. I'm down with that. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'kay. So...today is a Thursday. South Park is coming up in 10 minutes, and my stomach is starting to hurt again. Fuck today, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way to busy for a 13-year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Can't decide! Haha. xD" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/cert_bg256.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112678888960284638?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112678888960284638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112678888960284638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112678888960284638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112678888960284638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/cant-decide-haha-xd.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112669915201898306</id><published>2005-09-14T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:06:27.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;.Lover.I.Don't.Have.To.Love.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I am &lt;strong&gt;very happy&lt;/strong&gt; today, but I used up all my hyper-ness with Alexa over the phone. I'll just say (and I still mean it) that I am very fucking happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much words needed. Just...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was sitting on the floor at departure (Frans left already), and leaning on the post, writing songs. I stopped to think for a while, and then I suddenly heard someone say in a near-to-but-not monotone voice, "Ria." I quickly shifted my gaze from the floor to ze source of the voice. I looked to my right, and looked slightly up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne was looking at me, walking by. I quickly said "Hi." in a short breath, not really having the right mind to think. After that, I was thinking to myself, &lt;em&gt;Omigod...omigod...omigod...!&lt;/em&gt; o_x;;;;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might change schools next year to &lt;strong&gt;UPIS&lt;/strong&gt; (University of the Philippines International School) with Alexa. Unlike Assumption, they allow dying of hair and piercings and casual. And it's cheaper than Assumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we can afford Assumption just fine. No problem, but me and Lex were after the freedom of UPIS. And you can be on TV! Me and Alexa could have been on TV, but we were still in Assumption, so like...fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dye my hair dark purple and have 8 ear piercings (3 on each cartilage, 1 on each earlobe). I want a barbell on my left eyebrow, a nose ring on the right nostril, and finally, a lip ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwee. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Alexa are all musical-ey todayzz. :P I finalized the tune to "Haze" by singing it to Lexa and Monica, and me and Lexi also made a tune to "Fate Made It Obvious" and "Them Dirty Photographs". I made a tune to "Something That's Too Late", "I'm Not What You've Hoped For" and "Never Beside You", but I forgot everything. Haha. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By ze way, all songs mentioned were written by me, except Haze, which was written by me AND Alexa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexa is also a guitarist now. o_o; Dana....will play acoustic! XDDD But I'm sticking with Lexa. -hugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might think of posting a song or two here. o_o Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLLAH!&lt;/strong&gt; XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nah. I'm too boredzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ze songs we wrote already are ze following:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Haze (by me and Lex)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Something That's Too Late (me)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Fire At Will (me)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Them Dirty Photographs (me)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Give Up Your Voice (me)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Fate Made It Obvious (me)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I'm Not What You've Hoped For (me)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Never Beside You (me)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;[1/2] Hovering Over The Moonlight (me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--4 songs of which were inspired by Anne herself. Haha. I write too much, seriously. It became a habit of mine. When I'm alone, or when I'm waiting for the bus, I write a song or two. I was only through half of Hovering Over The Moonlight when Anne passed by and erased my brain clear. I was blank after that. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like typing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+"Haze"&lt;/strong&gt; is about finding someone, finding out that you love that someone too late, and then losing him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+"Something That's Too Late"&lt;/strong&gt; is about someone you love killing herself before you ever apologized about something. Or you can make the killing a metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+"Fire At Will"&lt;/strong&gt; is just fucking going for it, knowing you have something to help you along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+"Them Dirty Photographs"&lt;/strong&gt; is about being blamed for something you didn't do. Sorta, but only in a more punk way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+"Give Up Your Voice"&lt;/strong&gt; is about giving up flat out, knowing there is nothing you can do, and doing something only makes it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+"Fate Made It Obvious"&lt;/strong&gt; is about knowing from the very start that it wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+"I'm Not What You've Hoped For"&lt;/strong&gt; is about not being enough for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+"Never Beside You"&lt;/strong&gt; is just about not being able to be with ze person you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+"Hovering Over The Moonlight"&lt;/strong&gt; is about being so fucking bored with your life and eventually being fucking supreme. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday (haha), I went to Particia Ramirez's house. I nevah told ya about Patricia, eh? Patricia is British, brunette, one year younger than me. Yet she's more perverted. She makes me go to my feminine side. She's so open to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If example, she sees this porn picture online. She's sharing it by doing the pose herself, even if she's naked. And she invites me in the bathroom, to sit by the bathtub's side when she takes a bath. She doesn't care. And she shows me herself. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Show me yours, I'll show you mine." --Sir Ruel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, she has seen mine, also. Haha. XD Before, me and Justine (our other neighbor), as well as Patricia were naked in her room and posing like weirdos. It's so weird. Hollah. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She changes in front of me, she undresses infront of me, whatever, you name it. o_o;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather not say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember the time when I was still innocent. o.o; She and her younger sister, Jaque, and me made a dance to an AI song, and willingly showed it to the grown-ups. If I think about it now, it is so embarassing. (Note: We had clothes! Hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fuh-lashhhh: I tried calling Sarah's parents for the OE project. It's all so freaking messed up. o_&lt;;] &lt;p&gt;Okay. I'm listening to Bright Eyes again. XDDD &lt;p&gt;Wheeeeeeeeee~~~~~~~~! SLUT. o_o; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wub j00, Conor! xDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="YAYERZ. XP" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/ze-border.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112669915201898306?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112669915201898306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112669915201898306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112669915201898306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112669915201898306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/yayerz-xp.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112651966861002542</id><published>2005-09-12T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T18:21:56.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Brighter.Than.This.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRIGHT EYES!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;33333333&gt;I FUCKING love them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my mum's leaving for the States (then Canada, then Mexico, then Italy, then NYC, then back home...) tomorrow, and I gave her my list of the &lt;em&gt;pasalubongs&lt;/em&gt; (gifts?) I want. I've been searching freaking everywhere and couldn't find a BE CD, so I just made her get me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Yeah. I went to Amazon.com to look for the prices and all the possible album titles that BE has (I only know &lt;strong&gt;L/TSIitSKYEttG&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;IWAIM&lt;/strong&gt;. [long titled, eh?]). So...yeah. The most was a possible $14.00. Least was about...$5.00. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the album that I really want is &lt;strong&gt;Lifted/The Story Is in the Soil Keep Your Ear to the Ground&lt;/strong&gt;, which is $13.99. $14.00 on my book. -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also downloaded a song from that album just a while ago. Lover I Don't Have To Love. Hoooooo!!! All zem slutty lyrics (bad Conor! :3), and with such a drunken voice (weird Conor! o_x;), but I still love the song to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAYAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I write too many songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I said that already. XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear eyeliner on Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. School schedule. But the only time I go &lt;strong&gt;TODO&lt;/strong&gt; eyeliner (my style.) is on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love Bright Eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112651966861002542?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112651966861002542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112651966861002542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112651966861002542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112651966861002542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112626087935655749</id><published>2005-09-09T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T18:14:39.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Give.Me.A.Reason.To.Believe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[flash: Frank has a fetish for kissing Gerard. XDDD Okay, so I already knew that for the past month, but I'd like to share it now. :) ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was a bit off. What good happened today, nothing really. Close to nothing at all. 'Cept that I threw a tennis ball at Henson. But that was only 0.3% happiness. 1% is at least getting a bag of Doritos. -sighs- It's actually pretty hard to make me 100% happy. I have obtained that [100% dream] before, which is all well and good, but...yeah. It pretty much went downhill from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But didn't I say that September is my best month? Not quite. Sort of, but not totally. I keep it at level, the happiness rate. That's enough to be my best month, compared to all the other months where it's all &lt;strong&gt;SHOOT UP&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! and then suddenly, &lt;strong&gt;FALL TO HELL&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!. The 'FallToHell' is what damages me most. Even small things can damage you greatly. -lament-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Infiltrace;font-size:180%;"&gt;I like playing with fonts. Really, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm planning to write another story (which I know I shouldn't do) about Frank. o_&lt;;; I've got ze prologue all worked out, plus the main story flow, as well as all the characters. I shouldn't, really, since I have better things to do. But I probably will. x_x I didn't even do my Billy story yet. I'm stuck in chapter 6. And for Miscellaneous (another story I'm working on), I'm blank of chapter 17. Feh. And Alexa's story is slow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm totally blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routine Interview with Ms. Olive today. As expected, 20 minutes is only...like...1/6th of the &lt;strong&gt;LEAST&lt;/strong&gt; total time for &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; interviews. Yes, kiddies. I can spend more than an hour there. I have lots of problems, and Ms. Olive just keeps yapping, so time adds up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thinks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, money just seems so little at the moment. I don't know why. I'm not poor. Money just seems like a bigger thing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recited in Filipino today. Too many times to the point of Ms. Dolly having to call someone else, since she always ends up calling me; she also was hugging me weirdly at the end of class, saying things like "Oh, you're so good! You're growing up!" o_o; so I was like "o_o;" Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den was asked to do a monologue for chapter 8 of Ibong Adarna. So she was making these sound effects, these weird actions and even made fun of the 7 songs that Adarna sings (like...Where is the Love? and Chosen By God[...whihc, mind you, I ended up singing the whole day. It was stuck in my head!])&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing so hard on my seat, and Ms. Dolly was tearing up from laughter. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrr.....what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got wet in the rain. Er, on purpose. I was too lazy to hold an umbrella, so I just stepped out and stood there. I love the rain. For illnesses, I don't give a fuck. Strike me with pneumonia, I wouldn't *100%* care. After the rain, we went to the cafe', and I pointed the uber-strong electric fan directly at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thinks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Den's monologue was the highlight of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112626087935655749?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112626087935655749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112626087935655749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112626087935655749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112626087935655749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112617930244890955</id><published>2005-09-08T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:46:46.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.The.Collision.Of.Your.Kiss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOTS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of personality test results at the end.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: &lt;strong&gt;I saw MCR's new video&lt;/strong&gt;, which was out in the States on Sept. 6, for their song The Ghost Of You (so close to Billy's Ghost of You. XD). I've had a picture of Gerard with his new haircut in candid, but now, in the video, he's fixed it up. o_o Hahah. It makes him look so old! XDDD But Gerard is &lt;strong&gt;fuckin' hawt&lt;/strong&gt;anyway. Men in uniform are hot. o_&lt;; He was in an army uniform in the video. Ray's hair was tied behind his head so I was all, "WHERE THE FUCK DID HIS HAIR GO?! Oh, it's tied, okay...". Mikey's hair is fixed! XDDDD &lt;3 uniform="Frank:@#&amp;%HOT!! Gerard:HOT!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The main guy there (if you have not noticed, 3CFSR is a story album) looks like Mikey...o_o ALOT. Same hair, glasses, Gerard as a character screaming for him when he dies in the end of the video. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;YAY, MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unlucky. o_o;;; I mean, I always am, but I'm especially unlucky today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First:&lt;/strong&gt; Mass, okay, well and good. Time to 'peace' someone! Dana said she'll 'peace' Henson, but I have to 'peace' Anne first. Okay, nervousness. So I did, anyway. I came up to Anne, tugged on her blouse until she turned around and 'peace'd me back. Okay. So I turned around, and saw that Dana was *freaking* gone. x_x&lt;br /&gt;[[Later that recess, Frans told me that she was in communion with Anne. Anne was chatting with her friend saying, "Alam mo, yung taong lumapit sakin kanina, mukhang patay (You know, that person who came up to me a while ago looked dead.)." But not in a mean manner, like...a normal telling-a-story tone. Black facial expression, nothing mean or happy or anything. So I was like..."WHA?!" Frans told me that after Anne said that, Frans looked at her, and Anne looked back. Frans then just looked normal. I think Anne does know that I'm Frans' friend.]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second:&lt;/strong&gt; Swimming. o_&lt;; No Ms. Nen today. Year I did not come, so that's partially okay (but only partially. &gt;_&lt;). Uhm...yeah. I got to go up first because I did the lengthwise freestyle first. Piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third:&lt;/strong&gt; I lost my wallet today. My second wallet in less than a month. So at the end of the day, I was all..."WTF, I just shouldn't bring a wallet anymore." So...haha. Yeah. The first wallet I lost was...around...just last week, or last last week. Haha. It had no money, just pictures and my school ID. So...yeah. o_o Bad call. [[For CLE tomorrow, I'm just going to bring my nametag...which I ripped and played with. Hahahahaha. Tape can fix it. XP]]. So I lost my other wallet today. Uhh...and a note given to me, that I have yet to answer. o_&lt;; (Sorry, Hillary. XD). Hahaha. So...yeah. And actual money was there. o_o Like...a hundred only, so..."who cares?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[&lt;strong&gt;FLASH&lt;/strong&gt;: Do you see my strange luck? After being so &lt;strong&gt;abnormally&lt;/strong&gt; unlucky...&lt;br /&gt;(look at ze YM screenshot. o_o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Anne's online in YM! See it? o_&lt;;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/screenie.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...okay. -clicklick-&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm talking to her, right, okay. o____o;;;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;[cut from the whole conversation]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Uhmm...(pa assure lang) diba alam mo naman kung ano itsura ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne&lt;/strong&gt;: oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Haha...isa pang tanong: Mukha ba akong patay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne&lt;/strong&gt;: hindi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne&lt;/strong&gt;: bkt mo ntnng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Kasiiii.....nag-peace ako sayo kanina nung mass.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Tapos kasabay mo yung friend ko, tapos narinig niya na sinabi mo na may lumapit sayo na mukhang patay. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: (kasabay mo sa communion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne&lt;/strong&gt;: huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne&lt;/strong&gt;: la akong cnsbing gnun ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne&lt;/strong&gt;: di ako ngsasalita ng ganun pag misa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to put a translation, since I'm lazy, and I don't want to. X3 ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-feels like dancing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. Yesterday departure. Frans was about to go home, and we were both standing by her bus. I felt my heart racing, but I was just standing there. A certain feeling came up. The feeling of nervousness. I felt that something was about to happen, and I just felt it in my nuts. o.&lt; &lt;strong&gt;One&lt;/strong&gt;: I 'peace'd Anne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downbringer&lt;/strong&gt;: Frans had to tell me what Anne 'did'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two&lt;/strong&gt;: Alexa gave me my prologue. I downbringer cured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downbringer, downbringer, downbringer&lt;/strong&gt;: The rest of the day sucked more ass that I hoped it would/what it usually does. Plus little events here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three&lt;/strong&gt;: Frans came to my house. But it was enough to only cure two downbringers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four&lt;/strong&gt;: I got to talk to Anne herself. Two downbringers cured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does that mean? I feel better than the start of the day, when I 'peace'd Anne. I feel better. (Compared to the rest of the day, when I felt all crappy and shit-headed, I feel smashing right now. &lt;em&gt;Chariiiing&lt;/em&gt;! XDDD I'm &lt;strong&gt;ADDICTED&lt;/strong&gt; to that word.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...I blanked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to Frans. :D -ish scolding her for saying the wrong thing (duh, of course, I believe Anne more than Frans. Hahaha.)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmmmmmmmm.......I was so sleepy after lunch. So tired. I was dozing off in AP. Hahahah. Then there was an activity for Homeroom which I rushed so I could sleep. Turns out, I finished just before bell. Break, I had to go with Frans and Alexa. SSP, Alexa. I almost fell asleep on Alexa's lap. Arghh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lexi did a 'We Believe' spoof on my experience during the GC concert here. Hollah, we're loving it! ("There's Benjiiii...!!!! -- There's Pauly...!!!! -- There's Joely...!!!! -- Then Billy...!!!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino suddenly became more interesting. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IBONG ADARNA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; -rawr-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Greendaydarling/quizzes/Which%20Green%20Day%20song%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;img alt="You're LONGVIEW!!!  Did I mention... I love you?  You're most likely lazy as hell." src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/Greendaydarling/1060719777_turesBand4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Green Day song are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="die" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MySuicide/1078768549_aSICut2Die.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people cut for the blood, the feeling, the&lt;br /&gt;rush... You don't. You cut because you hope&lt;br /&gt;someday you will cut too deep. And that's sad,&lt;br /&gt;cuz people like you, are the most wonderful&lt;br /&gt;people I've ever met. Please be careful with&lt;br /&gt;yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MySuicide/quizzes/What%20Kind%20Of%20Cutter%20Are%20You?"&gt;What Kind Of Cutter Are You? (~TrIgGeRiNg~ pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Cover of dookie" src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/introverteddeviot/1041960749_uresdookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are "dookie"&lt;br /&gt;It seems you've just begun to realize that life&lt;br /&gt;sucks and it's all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/introverteddeviot/quizzes/What%20Green%20Day%20c.d%20are%20you?/"&gt;What Green Day c.d are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033924009_iz2anarchy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Anarchy Symbol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Gandhi/quizzes/What%20Punk%20Symbol%20are%20You?/"&gt;What Punk Symbol are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="major depression" src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/Ebony-Tears/1113681922_depression.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Major depression&lt;/b&gt; You have the most severe&lt;br /&gt;catergory of depression. All the symptoms of&lt;br /&gt;depression are present yet they are more&lt;br /&gt;intense. You may have this because of somthing&lt;br /&gt;traumatic that has happened in your life. Or it&lt;br /&gt;may have developed slowly as a consequence of&lt;br /&gt;numerous life problems and disapointments. You&lt;br /&gt;are persistantly depressed, plagued by&lt;br /&gt;inapproriate guilt and are hopeless about the&lt;br /&gt;future. You have recurring thoughts of death or&lt;br /&gt;suicide and may take the pain you find in your&lt;br /&gt;life out on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ebony-Tears/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20depression%20are%20you?"&gt;What type of depression are you? [pics]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="330" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Very High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0033;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;Schizotypal Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0033;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;Antisocial Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Very High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;Borderline Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Very High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;Histrionic Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;Narcissistic Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;Avoidant Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Very High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0033;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Take the Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorder Info&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Wow&lt;/strong&gt;...o_o I have alot of things wrong with me. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="plagued by fear" src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/Ebony-Tears/1114284827_w_it_goes_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cry because you think that you wouldn't fit in&lt;br /&gt;if you showed your real personality. You fear&lt;br /&gt;rejection from other people. You cry hidden&lt;br /&gt;tears. You hide behind a facade, the exact&lt;br /&gt;opposite to your true personality. The group&lt;br /&gt;you are in or the "label" you posses&lt;br /&gt;isn't the real you. But being different is one&lt;br /&gt;of the most beautiful aspects of a person, if&lt;br /&gt;everyone was there would be no point.&lt;br /&gt;Originality is one of the most inspirational&lt;br /&gt;things in this world.. not pretence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ebony-Tears/quizzes/What%20has%20made%20you%20cry?"&gt;What has made you cry? [pics]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1111628880Brainstew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Brain Stew&lt;/b&gt;. You are Brainstew! Did you know that Billie Joe Armstrong actually got high to shoot this video? Yes, you are a stoner. You're an insomniac and everything around you confuses you (probably because you're stoned). Life for you is simple but awesome just like Brainstew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brain Stew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="95" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;95%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Minority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="90" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;90%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Redundant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="90" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;90%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hitchin' a Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="80" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Basket Case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="80" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Good Riddance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="80" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;American Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=16605"&gt;What Green Day song are you????&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The tangent universe has collapsed..." src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/Leftomaniac/1047865423_don.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the epitome of the troubled teen, trying to&lt;br /&gt;make sense of an often confusing, even surreal&lt;br /&gt;and very, very mad world. You know you're a&lt;br /&gt;little nutso, but that dosen't change anything.&lt;br /&gt;Constantly searching for something that lies&lt;br /&gt;beneath the surface of life, be it God, or&lt;br /&gt;time, or fate, or anything, you see things&lt;br /&gt;other people don't. Figuratively and literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Leftomaniac/quizzes/What%20Lovable%20Fictional%20Sociopath%20Are%20You?/"&gt;What Lovable Fictional Sociopath Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112617930244890955?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112617930244890955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112617930244890955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112617930244890955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112617930244890955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/youre-longview-did-i-mention-i-love.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112600849092060517</id><published>2005-09-06T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:31:14.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Fire.At.Will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(long post. x_x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote another song today. Hah. Yoh, it's the title. -points to the title- It's like...I don't know what it's about. It's half being fucked up, half dying for the sake of Satan, and half being fucked-up. And another half for being fucked up even more. Hahaha. 4 halves. That is plain fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;o_o;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was lazy and bored. But it's September. Something interesting or new always happens in September. For me, anyway. That's why it's my favorite month. Aside from being the start of Autumn (my favorite season), all the good things keep happening in September for me. Yes, dears, not because of Green Day's song. I've loved September even before that song was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....sort of addicted to &lt;a href="”www.squidi.net/amd”"&gt;A Modest Destiny&lt;/a&gt; again. Haha...after a half a year or something. Wow, I missed alot. Season two is finished already, and Season 3 began. But actually, it stopped. I think Squidi.net is closing down because Sean had a baby and he abhors the webcomic community--creators and fans. So...yeah, confusing. o_O;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoz. What happened today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "finished" chapter one for Alexa and just sent it to her through YM. Along with the chapter, I also sent 3 other pictures. One was David in shorts and knee-high socks -cough-, then was Joel dancing like a pornstar with old ladies -coughcough-, and then the last one was Joel and Benji dancing like foo's. o_o She was laughing so hard was all like, "It is so sad." (then I replied that they, Joel most especially, needed a life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined this online RP forum thing. &lt;a href="www.giveupalready.com"&gt;GiveUpAlready.com&lt;/a&gt; has this thread somewhere. RP. Yeah. I think it's more of saving the world or something. Actually, I have alot of planning to do, if I'm going to get out there and start playing. DS (Divine Salvation, the general forum I'm RPing in) Mods whould aprove my character, as well, so I'm taking information and necessities. (Jin, thanks for the help.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just so thrilled of the graphic design on their ad when I was reading AMD. S/he was so hot. o_o Like a...final Fantasy hot version of Van Helsing or something. Black hair, red clothes, big hat, gold eyes. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking of joining Dogstar Academy soon. But not now. Later, or something. I have to work out so many things, so...yeah. I'm going to be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- I smell food. But I shouldn't eat dinner today. Okay, not really shouldn't. I don't want to eat dinner today. I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to. -sighs again- I should stop missing meals or something. But I can live on water. Drinking water only can make you last longer than eating food alone. But I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the watermelon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs sighs sighs- I am hungry. But it's good to be hungry sometimes. This is a good hungry. Those malnourished kids must be so happy. o.O;; I'm joking. But...yeah. To me, I'm okay with being hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting somehow, eh? -sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Argh. I just went through the whole DG/DS rule/requirements Forum. God, they need so much. o_o But I'mma gunna do this. Why? I dunno. Might take me quite a while, though.]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom just asked me to type something. When I keep telling her that I'll teach her how to type, she keeps saying that she doesn't have time. Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored today. And today was the last day for the Book Fair. With 60 points worth of Geronimo Stilton books, I got to get a frisbee! XDDD Kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....today, Monica lied to her busdriver that she is going to do a Science project and it'll take a long time, so she can get to second trip. First, we went to the cafe' and stuffed ourselves with the food there, then we went to the Book Fair (*I saw Anne a couple of times....) and...yeah. Frans went along first, and I waited wiht Monica for our buses. Monica went home earlier than me, and...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*That brings me to one question. I keep seeing Anne. So...how many chances have I lost on talking to her? Gazillions! Okay, not that much, but...alot. I'm just too scared. When I can, I just smile at her, but notheing else. Otherwise, I'd just turn my head and do nothing....-headslap- I am an idiot. But I was going down the Multi from the Book Fair once, me and Monica, and we passed Anne, who just went up the Multi. I knew she was there, but I kept cool and pretended I didn't see her. One we were down, though, I turned my head around and caught her looking at me, too. And I just walked away. Not before giggling to Monica, though. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not afraid to type her name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't I be saying 'I saw her again...' or 'She was looking at me' etc...and not...'I saw Anne' and so on? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...yeah, okay, I blanked out. x_x;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh.....Monica brought 3 chocolate eggs today for Recess. You know, those chocolate eggs with the toys in them wrapped inred and white foil? Yeah. She gave me one, Alexa one, and one for herslef (the pack is in 3). the prize thingies are so hard to open. o_o Mine was opened first. I got this...robber thing, and Monica got a Taz figurine. Alexa couldn't open hers. I tried, Monica tried, Alexa tried, I tried again, Monica tried again, Frans came along and tried, and we gave up. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while we were straining to open the thing, we kept saying, "Whoever was able to open that will be Alexa's true love!!" hahaha. So she kept it to herself saying, "I'll be my own true love!!" and yeah. At one point, Alexa even gave it to me again and said, "&lt;em&gt;Pa-open&lt;/em&gt;. (Please open.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica ran off with it, and found Nikka and Gem randomly walking on the corridors. Monica handed the thing to Nikka and said, "&lt;em&gt;Pa-open. Ikaw nalang true love ko&lt;/em&gt;. (Please open. You can be my true love.)" And then she smiled stupidly, and I raised an eyebrow and walked away. o_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica: &lt;em&gt;Pa-open&lt;/em&gt;. (Please open.)&lt;br /&gt;Nikka: Oh, &lt;em&gt;akin na&lt;/em&gt;. (Oh, give it to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikka had her arm around Gem's neck at that time, and just brought her hands closer together (arm still around Gem's neck) and opened the thing we were having such a hard time opening just like -snap- &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt;! o_____o;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole day, we were like, "ALEXA!!! &lt;em&gt;SI&lt;/em&gt; NIKKA TRUE LOVE &lt;em&gt;MO&lt;/em&gt;!!! (Alexa!!! Nikka is your true love!!!)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dragon figurine that we had to assemble. Alexa was having a hard time again, even me and Monica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: &lt;em&gt;Ayoko maging true love ko si&lt;/em&gt; Nikka. &lt;em&gt;Si&lt;/em&gt; Ria &lt;em&gt;nalang.&lt;/em&gt; :) (I don't want my true love to be Nikka. I'll take Ria, instead. :) ) -then she hugs me randomly-&lt;br /&gt;Frans: &lt;em&gt;Kung sino man naka&lt;/em&gt; assemble &lt;em&gt;niyan,&lt;/em&gt; true love &lt;em&gt;mo&lt;/em&gt;, Alexa. (whoever can assemble that is your true love, Alexa.)&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: &lt;strong&gt;STAY AWAY FROM THE FIGURINE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Ayaw mag-connect&lt;/em&gt;. (It won't connect.)&lt;br /&gt;Frans: &lt;em&gt;Baka may nawawalang piece&lt;/em&gt;. (There might be a piece missing.)&lt;br /&gt;Monica: Whoever finds the missing piece is Alexa's true love!&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT LOOK FOR ANYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: -looks-&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: GAHH! NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Flash: Now I know why I loved AMD. ^_^]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henson's stomach hurt much today. Me and Alexa were just laughing at her, and Henson keeps flinging her baller IDs as slingshots at Alexa. She aimed for me at first, but I just sat there, looking at her in the eye. Then Henson said, "Okay, she doesn't care. -aims for another person-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Alexa are related. As in in real life. XDDD Known that for a year or so. So did she. Leoren and Ara were all, "Huh?" o_o Dumbstruck. -nods- Yeah, me and Alexa &lt;strong&gt;ARE&lt;/strong&gt; related. Not absolutely sure how, though. My father told me last year, and Alexa's grandfather agreed, so...I dunno. I'm too lazy to verify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Frans, Monica and Alexa are going to the Parent-Daughter Bonding Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Me and my dad only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frans&lt;/strong&gt;: She and her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monica&lt;/strong&gt;: She and her dad. There is a possibility for the mother to come, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexa&lt;/strong&gt;: She and her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...yeah. I guess we're all bringing tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually happy to go. I might regret not going someday. It's a once in a lifetime thing. Monica is going with her dad to make up for not being able to go to the Fahter-Daughter bonding night last year. Frans and her dad, I don't know why, but whatever. My mom's going abroad, duh. Why? 'Cuz my mom wants to go abroad 2 days before the Parent-Daughter Bonding night, and come back two months later. Alexa and her mom, as usual. Why not her dad? Since he's busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm hungreh.&lt;/strong&gt; x_X;;;;;;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112600849092060517?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112600849092060517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112600849092060517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112600849092060517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112600849092060517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112591645817953735</id><published>2005-09-05T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:34:18.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesireebob, I'm hyper today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading 40 parts of plain hyper-love, I am hyper myself. I wannt jump around!&lt;br /&gt;But I can't. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually talking about &lt;a href="”http://www.quizilla.com/users/TroubledDreamer”"&gt;TD&lt;/a&gt;'s Frank Iero story (yes, lovelies, I am reading another one), &lt;strong&gt;Chains Holding Me Down&lt;/strong&gt;. Holy fuck. It's full of stupidness and things that make you go, "HOMG, FUCK!!" -sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wuv j00, Frank. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoz. I'm...errr....eek-ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, out of the 72 hours the week end has, I was asleep for like...more than half, or like...54 hours. So...like, each day, I was awake for less than 10 hours a day. I know that I was awake for only...like...5 hours on Saturday and Sunday. So...yeah. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAKE ME UP WHEN SPETEMBER ENDS&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored. x_x;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farrrgh. I really should stop reading. o_o;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[flash news: I threw a sock at Frank!! &lt;3 And fuck, Mikey didn't with Cindy! nuuuu.... ;_;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to Alexa at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while I was in my grandparents' house, I was bored and had the printer to myself, plus the internet wouldn't connect. So I decided to type up something random for Alexa. More like...a random story about her and David. And even if I just did the Prologue (...in 20 minutes), I like where it's going. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Alexa asked me if I can give her chapter 1 tomorrow. I was like, "FUCK YOU! Are you kidding me? The printer exploded!" So I told Alexa to print the new prologue and chapter one (since we decided on changing the whole fucking thing) and give it to me this week. Next week, I'll give her chapter 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...what has happenned today? Nothing, really. Just shortened periods is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112591645817953735?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112591645817953735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112591645817953735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112591645817953735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112591645817953735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/yesireebob-im-hyper-today.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112578005916885682</id><published>2005-09-04T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T04:51:12.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hello, lovelies. &gt;:3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm posting again. &lt;em&gt;Why&lt;/em&gt;, you ask? Oh, no reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;unbelieveably&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HUGEo'&lt;/span&gt; player I now have. :D&lt;br /&gt;-boasts to no end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holey-moley, I'm so happy. XDDDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, dears, they are &lt;strong&gt;all Green Day songs&lt;/strong&gt;. Some aren't even included in their CDs...more like...rare songs, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! After a long time of searching, I finally found Wake Me Up When September Ends. x_x&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the player can sort of go along with the layout. XDD&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to edit the background with a different picture, but I didn't. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your speakers at full blast and click the 'play' button only once. This dot thing should change color and stuffs to signal loading...and wait. Do not thrash at the button. Clicking 'pause' or 'stop' more than one will cause the beautiful player to hurl eggs at you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If ze dot thing does not flash, click it softly once again. o_o If you can't see the dot thing, HOLY, you're blind!!)&lt;br /&gt;If the music still does not play, do you see the status bar above the start bar? Is there this white rectangle with a yellow triangle on it, [with a '!']? Then something is wrong. Try refreshing the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I tested them all (-heaves- 135-ish songs...-heave-), and all of them work. Naturally, some pauses (jumps/cuts are too harsh) occur here and there. It happens to everyone. Pretty soon, it'll be back and smooth. That's what happens sometimes when playing music online. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're offline, the player won't work. o_&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want the music smooth, by your own CD. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be nice to my lovely player, whose HTML for over 130 songs (formatting not counted) made my brain eat shit and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one sexy bastard. &lt;strong&gt;And so is my playah. &lt;/strong&gt;XDDDD &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112578005916885682?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112578005916885682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112578005916885682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112578005916885682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112578005916885682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/3-yes-im-posting-again.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112576899315782217</id><published>2005-09-04T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:36:33.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The.Legend.Of.Mana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[[&gt;&gt;LEGEND OF MANA SPOILERS!&lt;&lt;]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollah. (I notice that I use that somehow, too much. ._.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesireebob, I finished LoM (&lt;strong&gt;Legend of Mana&lt;/strong&gt;) just a while ago. Around...2:55pm, September 3. And I am very happy about it. I'm more pleased about the ending than I was when I finished Final Fantasy VII, though. -cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played 29 hours and 20 minutes before I finished LoM. It was fairly hard. o_&lt;; But the ending boss was honestly too easy. Too freaking easy. The Mana Goddess is as weak as Hell. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did only 67 quests, instead of the total, 68, because I didn't have Duma Desert beside the Mana Sanctuary (Tree of Mana), so I lost Wimpy Thugling, a quest. ._. Throughout the game, I knew Domina was so uber-important. I saved a space next to it for the most important artifact to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I love the Jumi (but what surprised me is...my character was NOT a Jumi, so I was all like, WTF?!). The Jumi are great. I &lt;3 ze Jumeez. XDD I especially love Elazul and Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of the game, I didn't like them very much and favored Larc. But Larc was evil and died around...half the game. The first pair of characters I met was Elazul and Pearl; the quest "Lost Princess". Pearl was missing, and Elazul wanted me to go with him to find her (Mekiv Caverns). So...yeah. Elazul didn't really leave a mark after that. Another quest was with them. I forgot the title, but it involved Pearl getting lost again, and the Tower of Leires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I think...the next quest I have with them finally involve the Jumi. Lucky Clover, quest 59. Met up with Elazul and got him in my party. Pearl was advised to stay in my house. It involved Esmerelda, a Jumi taken in by Nunuzac as a student. We had to find Esmerelda's sisters' cores, so that she could revive them when she gets a Teardrop Crystal (the source of life for all Jumi). But of course, Sandra tried to get the lucky clover (nickname for all 3 cores with Esmerelda's, so 4), and we had to stop her...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the following quests are with them, except for 2 before the final quest, Legend of Mana. I feel like typing alot, so I'll continue. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the quest Cosmo. Pearl is missing again, etc, etc. We go to the Mekiv Caverns (with Elazul) and find Pearl, etc, etc, but she becomes Blackpearl, once a knight of Florina, the main source of tear drop crystals for the Jumi, who broke down and stopped crying, a guardian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Two Pearls. Obviously, it involved Elazul in my party again, and Pearl and Blackpearl. It was in the Tower of Leires (Room Of Fate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Alexandrite. Uhm...Elazul got to see Diana, the Jumi of Diamond (leader of all Jumi)  who got turned to stone and was kept in Kristie&amp;Co.'s storage room (hollah, not for long, though) . Esmerelda died here. Er...sort of. Like, her core was taken by Sandra, is all. But she died nonetheless, so I was all like, "NOO!!!! MY GUARDIAN!" (in the quest Lucky Clover, Nunuzac recommended me to be the knight of Esmerelda, as he called having two guardians [Elazul] two timing. In which, Elazul replied, "But knights and guardians aren't lovers or anything -sweat drop-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I suddenly got into the idea of my character and Esmerelda together. o_O;; Half Jumi babies, WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the quest Fluorite. We meet Florina (okay, I meet Florina), who is trapped...somehow, in Pandora's Box in Alex's shop. She is having nightmares, so Belle (ze dream weaver) told me I should help her. So I went inside her dream and met Elazul and Blackpearl on the way, the way Blackpearl kept trying to tell Elazul that there is no more Pearl and that she has a black core, etc. She was dreaming of Duma Desert and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was probably my favorite quest. I was all, "Awww!!!" at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teardrop Stone, was the quest. It involved Alex's shop seemingly abandoned and stuff. Florina gave me [AF "Jumi Staff"] and then it turned into the Bejeweled City, city of Jumi. I had to go there with Pearl/Blackpearl and defeat...like, 5 bosses (6, if you cound the Golem guardian in the Diamond Room). Which were all easy, actually. So...I actually had a hard time opening the doors using a combination of gems and stuff, because they were random. And I kept going back to the gemstone rooms in order to get more stones for the following combinations to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the Room of Clarius, we met Sandra, the notorious jewel stealer, who is actually Alex (Alexandra is her whole Jumi name, another ex-knight of Florina). The Lord of Jewels that I met once swallowed 998 cores. You'll need 1000 cores to save Florina. He then swallowed the core od the Jumi of LapisLazuli...Elazul. 1000th core was given by Sandra herself. So she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackpearl asked me, "What will we do now?" and then my character looked down and a tear came out. Black pearl shouted, "NO, RIA (hah, my character's name. XP)! You'll turn into stone if you shed a tear for the Jumi!!" So I turned into stone (I was like, OMIGOD on my bed after that), and all the Jumi came alive in the Room of Clarius. The guardians of Jumi could not shed a tear, because of reasons I forgot. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was looking at my stone character and Florina was all, "By thinking of the welfare of everyone, a teardrop crystal has been made. Come on, everyone. Let us make another teardrop crystal for Ria." Wow, the effects after this. A storm was around my house, and Bud and Lisa fell asleep [Lisa: "Ria's late..." -if only they knew-]. When they woke up, the storm stopped, and something like the Aurora Borealis (I don't giva a damn if I got that wrong. XD) came upon them. They went outside and saw Elazul. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later, my character ran up beside Elazul and said, "I'm BAACK!!" and then, Bud and Lisa were all !!!! and they ran up to me and was...yeah. End. XP [[The diary entry of this quest by Lil' Cactus pissed me off.]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Bejeweled city for no reason after that quest. Everyone was thanking me. Rubens (Jumi of Ruby) even said, "Only Jumi are allowed in the Bejeweled City, but you are an exception." He was blocking the way, so I couldn't talk to Esmerelda. Only 2 of her sisters (1 of the, was all like, "If you were a Jumi, you'd so be popular! I'll be your biggest fan!!"). Elazul and Pearl was okay to take anywhere now, but I didn't take them. -sighs deeply- I loooove them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana thanked me, and so did Florina. They thanked me alot. o_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the quest Pee-Wee Birdie (which got me running around for items), and then Wimpy Thugling (which I didn't get to do because of misplaced artifacts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, was the quest, Legend of Mana held in the Mana Sanctuary. The Tree of Mana. Pokiehl was at the entrance, my favorite out of the Seven Wisdoms (Selva's my second favorite, I guess). So...yeah. It was too easy. It was a semi-sad way to end a game, really. The Mana Goddess was some bimbo weirdo who is weaker than what most expect. 3 Special moves and she's dead. But I used 2, but missed once since she was flashing. You can't hurt anything when they're flashing. I used mostly physical attacks, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yargh. I'm actually going to do that quest again, sicne I want to save it on the file itself, and not a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final-save game was cooool. But crappy. The final-save game lets you start all over again with quests and characters you meet, but you still have your status and items and all the facilities in your home available. So...you're defeating this first boss with a level 70 character? o.O;; 2 physical thwacks and that dude's dead. All of them monsters will be so easy. o_o;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus in the final-save game, you'll have possession of [AF "Forbidden Tome"].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not unless you get asked the final 3 questions. If you say yes to peace, the difficulty stays the same. If you say yes to nightmares, double ze hardness. If you say no to future, ALL monsters will be level 99 right away. XDDD I don't mind. Those will still be easy, you know. For me, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....yeah. But I actually want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a thought. Nothing to look forward to playing anymore. No more Elazul or Pearl, or Jumi. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly 30 hours playing that game was worth it to me. But I need &lt;strong&gt;MORE&lt;/strong&gt;! -sobs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112576899315782217?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112576899315782217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112576899315782217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112576899315782217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112576899315782217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112567349430275356</id><published>2005-09-02T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:05:04.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;.Fooled.Since.Daybreak.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh. I am poop-filled today. And I don't feel like cursing heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up in a sour mood, all grumpy and sleepy and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TERRIBLY&lt;/span&gt; lazy. I was too lazy to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus trip to the school, I had to keep helping my 5th grade busmate (one who sits beside me) with math. She knows it's my highest grade. But I was too lazy to think. Most of the time. It was math, and I couldn't refuse. &lt;b&gt;Math=&lt;3&lt;/b&gt;But still on the way to the school, I forgot that I had to do my Math homework (since I was 3x as lazy last night). So I did it in the bus, randomly scribbling numbers (like 4, or 3-1) on the boxes. It motivated me a little, after helping my busmate, so I tried *lazily* answering equations. I answered 2 before I got lazy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our first subject was Math. Woohoo. -sacrastic squeal- I just didn't listen to the correct answers while we were checking, and just randomly came up with a low score. 9/20. XDDD In truth, I really was just too lazy to do anything. I told her what I had trouble with (which is 50% true), missing *integer* addends, and how to get them. Eh. I didn't listen too much when she discussed it. So...yeah. 'Til the end of the period, she was explaining...I was half listening, but enough to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiplication of integers is the next lesson. I was all like, YES! I like the 'X' more than the '+'. Multiplication is the easiest for me. Whether it be whole numbers, fractions, or integers. -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollah. Reading. We weren't here to story tell for the 2nd graders (argh!) so, we'll do it on Monday (yay! XDD Them kids are just the cutest). So we went to the book fair. Me, Dana, and Julienne somehow got together and spent the whole period looking at the &lt;b&gt;Ripley's Believe It Or Not! Optical Illusions&lt;/b&gt; book. It was uber-cool, and I'm going to buy it on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Language. Ms. Joy was absent and left an Informal Theme Paper to be written and passed to me. Your most unforgettable personal experience. I was bombed (excited) to do this. It took 2 leafs of papers (4 pages), and a little bit more than an hour to finish. I barely got to eat recess. At first, it was going to be submitted at the end of the period, no exceptions. But then, so many were not done, as well as me. So Ms. Martinez gave us until end of recess to finish. So...yeah. &lt;b&gt;RUSH&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to CLE. So...yeah. NICENE CREED!!! I ALMOST GOT IT!! XDD -dances- But today, we weren't going to recite. It was the report (student Lesson Plan) of group 1. Around...towards the end of the period, Ms. Arcilla came again (she came during Language), with a different section of Year I. The section where Anne was in. They were going to play Robin Hood this time (before, it was Peter Pan, with Micah Henson (I think? o.O;) and ate Deirdre.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[flash news: my maid just walked by and practically randomly told me that Green Day rocks. o_o]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I saw Anne. But I was calm. I never wanted her to think I was some crazed lunatic fan or something, no. I was just a regular person that [is clinically depressed and on steroids, jk] thinks she's really cool, and a really interesting person. Somehow, that's how I am with Anne. I only thought Kea was pretty. Other than that, I didn't bother with anything. Even my friends noticed. Dana said, "Anne doesn't look your type. What happened?" I just shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the first time I heard her talk clearly. If I ever hear her talk, it's only from a few feet away, and in a normal volume, so I can't indulge in it. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...lunch. I had no money today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, AP. I still had to reply to Hillary's letter. -shrugs- So I made Julienne do it. Guess why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WAS TOO LAZY TO WRITE IT MYSELF.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. We didn't finish, since Ninoy Aquino's life on CD was so interesting. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSP. Homework=Hard to finish. I just asked Julienne the answers to the Filipino questions. Har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joely-moley.com/"&gt;http://www.joely-moley.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? 'Cuz Joel Maddenn said so. Really, he did, I swear to God he said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary Duff is hosting TRL sometime this week. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Show some love.&lt;/span&gt; That's right, friends. I'm not fighting Hilary Duff. Why should you? Hilary makes Joel happy, and I respect that. What's the point anyway? Cursing Hilary from your TV screen won't break them up. Joel won't change his mind, and that, dear, is a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For all you stupid losers out there who think they shouldn't be, that is why I called you stupid losers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always liked Joel. He makes good decisions in his life, and has made his way through the 26 years of crap. His life will jsut get better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are really a Joel fan, respect what makes him happy, and make yourself happy. What's the point? No one can alter reality. Only dreams can. And who said dreams needed your mouth? Just dream. Don't mentally explode a plasing blow-up doll of Hilary in your head. She deserves more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not just doing it for Joel. I'm doing this for Hilary. Her songs are good enough, and she means well in life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; date her. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand if you hate Avril Lavigne, though. I agree whole-heartedly. Avril is just some loser who thinks being punkeh can make her famous. Pinkeh squich pig inside. Nothing else. Her songs, I have nothing against. It's just the way she portrays herself in both her physical shit and her music. ALL FREAKING POSER-NESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon, it'll be scandalous marriages, play boy magazine covers, sex with Bush to legalize child abortion and wearing pink with neon orange and rainbow. What else does that freak want?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I just hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really prefer Hilary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In music, I have tastes. But the truth about the artist affects my likes and dislikes. Hilary Duff might be another teeny-bopper, but her songs truly are what she is. GC is ze punk, which I like, along with truly dark lives, which reflect in their music, so no problem about that. Most artists I am fond of have music I can relate to. I really feel as if Joel understands me when he writes the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. What else happened today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I questioned my mother lotsa times. About what, you ask? About pawnshops, business and about us eventually starving. Har. ...If only you knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she complimented me on my ability to ask questions spontaneously. Weirdo compliment, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked more about her going to the States. So. I kept showing her all these things I wanted. Of course, the start was "Anything Good Charlotte, Green Day, Simple Plan, even My Chemical Romance..." and then "I have favorites from those bands, y'know." She asked who. "Billy Martin. Yes, Y. Billy...Martin. There. Next is Billie Joe Armstrong. B-i-l-l-i-e Joe, yes, Joe, Armstrong. And then...okay, David Desrosiers. It has different spelling. Des-ros, yeah, one S, desros-iers. It's pronunced as Desrosiers (day-rozy-ay). Then, Frank Iero. I-e-r-o. Iyeero, iyero. Yeah."&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I showed her my prints of Billy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Billy. &lt;3"&lt;br /&gt;Mom:"What's that in his lip?!"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"A lip ring. :D"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Omigod...!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I showed her my PULP magazing, with Frank on it (an MCR pic).&lt;br /&gt;Me: "This is Frank."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Who?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Frank. Frank."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Omigod, why are their eyes all black...? -chuckles nervously-"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "They're red. It's called makeup."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "-chuckles nervously-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I looked around for prints of Billie Joe. She jsut nodded. I couldn't find any clear pictures of David, so I opened the computer and the files and stuff. She just keeps nodding and saying, "Ah..." when a picture was shown. I showed her a cleaner picture of Frank without his get-ups and make-up. A picture of David in a shirt that looked like Billy's in one photoshoot, the whole Green Day band, and more pictures of Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "About that hairstyle I wanted..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I showed her this picture of Billy looking to the side. His hairstyle (ear length at the front, and around 1 inch in length at the back, spiked) visible. She was like...&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Omigod...scary!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I won't dye it! -crosses fingers-"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Scary!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "... o.o;;"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "SCARY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a great actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my mother in ways swore to secrecy amongst my internal organs, but I act casually around her, because I have enough people shouting at the top of their voices in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.HAPPY.TODAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from Anne, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BILLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!! &lt;3&gt;Guess what. He updated his blog (the latest update) on my &lt;u&gt;birthday&lt;/u&gt;. That's so cool. x_x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112567349430275356?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112567349430275356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112567349430275356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112567349430275356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112567349430275356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112557239834106251</id><published>2005-09-01T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T19:07:28.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Yesterday's.Dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Weirdo photo-ness! 8D" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/recollection1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From left to right:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany (the head leaning on the one with the blue shirt), Camille (blue shirt), Tiziana (white shirt at the front), Angel (orange shirt), Father Egg (only guy), me (black and white shirt), and Dana (gray shirt at the back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up today, it was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;absolutely fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I had the best recollection in my life. As &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt;. The freaking best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just to tell you now, I was assigned by Sir Ruel as the 'artist' and 'designer' of the thank you card that we'll be giving the priest after the day is done.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest was &lt;strong&gt;Father EGG&lt;/strong&gt; (Edmund Garcilia *guapo* (*handsome*) [WEH?! XDD]). He is 31, and appointed priest on December 27. What year, I don't know. o_o Anyway, he is the funniest, &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; priest ever!!!! &lt;333&gt;Ang galing naman...&lt;/em&gt;(so good...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Card...that was very HARD to do. ;_;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/recollection.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we gave him the card thing.&lt;br /&gt;Hollah, yes, I did *pain-stakingly* drew that. Adn yes, I was the one that went around looking for signatures, and yes, that is my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Sir Ruel took this. Hahaha. Not everyone can be seen!" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/recollection2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, fast forward the class pictures and the many students trying to take a picture of Fr. Egg (hoho, including me. XP). Father wanted a tour, so WE FREAKING GAVE HIM ONE! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practically exhausted the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to the Eco-park, which is semi-not-so-far away, but we took the long way, so...yeah. Alot of babbling and stuff. &lt;3&gt;Oo ba!&lt;/em&gt; (of course!)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEE~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I was going to Cafe Bonne Sante, but it was closed when I got there with Frans already. So we decided to go to the book fair and do whatever. (correction from the last post: They're staying 'til Tuesday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frans bought this uber-cool spy thing. No matter how far away a person is, you cna hear them. I borrowed Frans', until she gave me the money to buy a Geronimo Stilton book that comes along with the spy thing. The issue was The Curse Of The Cheese Pyramid. So...yeah, I read it out of boredom. It was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pooped. I think I'll go nap the rest of the day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But first, look at the uber-cool thing in the Retreat House! XDDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="It looks oriental. &lt;3" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/recollection3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And look at our messy classroom! (unknown date)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no where in sight. x_X;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="FEAR THE MESS. o_o" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/boink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112557239834106251?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112557239834106251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112557239834106251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112557239834106251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112557239834106251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/09/weirdo-photo-ness-8d.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112547779466727657</id><published>2005-08-31T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T16:47:12.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 29, 2005, MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HFG!!!! ITSH DAVEY'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!! ZAAAAAA!!!!!! DAVEY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! WE WUV J00!!!!! &lt;333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. :P I &lt;3&gt;w&lt;&gt;HOMG&lt;/strong&gt; (wait, that's serious? o.O;). The 29th was uber-weird. I had my hair rebonded for the Chat Peypoch picture! Ja know...the one with the click and the bling and for the yearbook? The Chat pics? Okay, I know you don't know, but who ze fuck cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shurr, it was cool at first, but it was hard to take care of. XO And the next day, the front locks had a bodeh (eet curled 'cuz of the way I sit/stand/stay etc.) . We called ze parlor guy person and he said that we could fix eet ourselves, or go there and have eet fixed again, since of a few rules on post-rebond-ation-thing had left my hair a tad...err...I'm not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. There wash no school today. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my time line. It was flowers that go up and down and up and down, having a ribbon tie them together, and the depression (ze big drop on ze middle) ish represented by ze ribbon burning. I was uber-proud of ze drawing, since I took 2-3 hours on it, when usually, when it comes to projects involving drawings, I don't really give it much thought. The ribbons and the flowers and the fire whuz so detailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am talking like a fucking idiot now. o_&lt;; *+~...~+* &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 30, 2005, TUESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yar. I don't remember much. We went to the salon, with me finally knowing that the Chat pics were taken tomorrow (31st). So...yeah, we had ze problems fixed, and all was good. They made another half of my hair, though, whihc I'm not really getting used to. Uhm...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP sucked ass. I had to run to the library at lunch and print out zis thing, since our freaking printer is busted. And ze printer was malfunctioning in school, but after a WHILE, it was back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printers tick me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But colored printers rocks my socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, scanners do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLY, NO! A TABLET SHITS MY FACE OFF~!!!! &lt;333&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 31, 2005, WEDNESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LYKOMGNUUUFRIGGENWAYHOMG!!!! XDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ITSH MONICA'S BIRTHDAY TOOODEH!!!!! WEEEEE WUUUUUUBBBBBB J00000000!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is 13 today. :3 But she doesn't celebrate, since her parents don't. ._. Fuck her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrrr. Today was Chat Peypoch day. X3 I gots my picture taken, and it practically sucked ass. XDD Argh. We practically had not class for half the day, sicne we were doing nothing but worrying about our hair, our blah blah blah. Even me. XDDD I'm photogenic. o_o; (WEH?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM, I WANT A CAMERA, GODDAMNIT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was holding 2300 pesos today, and the book fair was 5 minutes away. Then I gave it to this bald guy in return for a cardboard with '34' on it, and this colored post-it. WTF. x_x &lt;strong&gt;I WANT MY MONEH&lt;/strong&gt;. I have so many books I want to buy. ;_; But it lessened this year compared to the last, since this year, they *FUKCING* cancelled selling the novelty items. &lt;strong&gt;GOD, I WANT A WHOOPIE CUSHION!&lt;/strong&gt; I lost mine form last year. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeee....I have Friday to buy those books. x_x Tomorrow, we have our recollection (first of...what, 5? According to Sir.) That's right, dears, I get 5 recollections this year. Which is okay, I guess. 4 more days of no school compared to last year. XD But of course, we get out 4th QTs earlier, and have school 'til April what what, and the others get school until March what what. Most of the extra days will have NO class, though, since we have graduation practice. XPPPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice thing to here. &lt;strong&gt;GRADUATION&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I may be all gothic and punky to some, and seem to not care about something so...EEW as school, but 30% of me does care; just to get it over with, and try to make my life better. Turn back from the crappy path it has been leading for the past 13 years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- So. Yeah. We have star-gazing, and then parent-daughter bonding ngiht, etc. Yesh, this year, I'm not going. I went to the mother-daughter bonding night in the 5th grade with my maid, since my MOTHER didn't want to cancel a previous appointment. -cough- And because God was angry, gave her a hernia. &gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously. Mom had a wedding to go to on that day. And wasn't able to make it anyway, because she had these sudden aches in the stomach, which was a hernia. Hohohohohoho!! ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad came to the father-daughter bonding night in the 6th grade. One point of the day, I cried. But after that, back to ze rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now. MY mom can't come since she's going to a different country the night before. Great timing, don't you think? My mom promises to me (and even the teachers) that she will make it up to me. I can't see how. Even the Hong Kong Disneyland trip (that is actually still a maybe) planned on November won't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my mother to the bone. I like my father better, but still. I hate them both. I hate my family. I can't see a reason to like them, really. Far from being Stepfords, though, I'm glad. But far from the kind of perfect that I want; that I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. I'll just end this now. I'm too annoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112547779466727657?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112547779466727657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112547779466727657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112547779466727657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112547779466727657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/08/august-29-2005-monday-hfg-itsh-daveys.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112521271395428450</id><published>2005-08-28T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T15:06:31.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.Used.To.Know.The.Sound.Of.A.Smile.In.Your.Voice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/The_Garnet_Puppet_by_julien.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMG, he's &lt;b&gt;HOT!!!&lt;/b&gt; xDDD I'mma gunna make him an alter. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;His name ish Rubic, a fallen angel. (Harr, yes, another fallen angel, I know...) Ze artist is named Julien. XDD w00t. -hugs- He ish male, by ze way, and is from the US. x_x -lurve-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. AGAIN, fucking again, I lost another post to Blogger. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAAAH,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you ask? Well, I was happileh typing an entry, but zen suddenly, I got DCed. It wash all good, since I ahd another internet card stored up sumwhere thawr. So I continued typing and shtuff, and got online again. It was fairly long. I was about to publish it, but zen suddenly, ze page wouldn't display. When I clicked 'Back', ze fucking post was gone. In Blogger, I couldn't copy/cut ze text. Only paste. So the fucking fucking fucking uber-long post wash gone. ;_; -lament-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahrr, I dun feel liek typing porperly. Ze boredom made me talk like zis a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I dun remember much from ze lost post, but I know I was talking about ze legacy title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7th grade (where I am, WTF) has a legacy every school year, as we are ze last grade in elementary (as does the Year IV to highschool). So...WE GET A FUCKING LEGACY! w00t. But we'll have to dance during ze legacy. Damn. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ze different sections make different designs and titles to go wif eet. Ze stars of ze choices were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;XTREME&lt;/strong&gt;, for its uber-cool design made in Photoshop be ze master, Iya. &lt;3&gt; 7˚, &lt;/strong&gt;for ze uber-cool design and makes-sense title. T'was made by Henson (yoh, Trish)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Zeneal&lt;/strong&gt; (ze-nay-al), for the weirdo design and ze interesting title. By Leoren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSONALLY&lt;/strong&gt;, I loved &lt;strong&gt;XTREME&lt;/strong&gt;. Ze design was &lt;strong&gt;cooool&lt;/strong&gt;. Adn That was what I was MOST going for. I thought the &lt;strong&gt;7˚ &lt;/strong&gt;as a title was great, but I thought the design was uber-lame. Plus the subtitle was pure crud. "The Coolness of Being On Fire" Henson explained it to Ms. Dolly, quote "The coolness of being on fire, 'cuz you know, we're hot and cool!" I was behind her at the time and I mumbled "...Since when did you become hot?" then she slowly turned her head to me, biting her lip, but quickly looked back at Ms. Dolly. Leoren and Alexa were laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, personally, I wasn't really fond of &lt;strong&gt;Zeneal&lt;/strong&gt;. Alot of people liked it for it's complex design and wrist-band ticket, but I wasn't feeling it. I was like, "WTF's the point? It's too much of a hassle." but you know, I was saying it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have noticed. I hate Henson to the bone, but I like what she did, so I don't care. I might be closer to Leoren than I am with Iya (or Bea Rondario, the one who gave the idea of &lt;strong&gt;XTREME&lt;/strong&gt;), but I like what Iya did, so I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. People hated some titles, and liked the design, vice versa, so Ms. Dolly said we'll be voting for a design, &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; a title. Two seperate things. I voted for &lt;strong&gt;XTREME&lt;/strong&gt;'s design, and &lt;strong&gt;7˚&lt;/strong&gt;'s title. Except the Coolness of Being on Fire. ("WTF?!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around SSP, Ayna (coolest batch president evah!!) wrote the results worth 2 1/2 hours of voting on the board near the teachers' office. &lt;strong&gt;YAHOO&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;XTREME&lt;/strong&gt;'s design won, and &lt;strong&gt;7˚&lt;/strong&gt; won as the title. A few problems with Henson appeared after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the design doesn't go with the title!" Then Iya said that they can change the color. So they were all like, "Ohh, okay..." (I mean, it's Photoshop, DUH).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's so contradicting!" I said, while Henson, Iya and Leoren were huddled over.&lt;br /&gt;They stare at me.&lt;br /&gt;"She's too smart!" Leoren bellowed suddenly, looking at Henson.&lt;br /&gt;Henson then said, "Yeah! This conversation is for dumb people!"&lt;br /&gt;I mumbled, "So you finally admit it." Then me and Alexa walked away.......~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...........yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fucking slow. I have one more commission to do for EvilPocky, but I am too freaking lazy. x_XXX;;;; I was like, "Dammit! I need to get this done!" In all honesty, I rushed all her commissions, 'cept the first and second one. So everything looks mediocre now. @_@ But they were hard to doooo........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a tablet. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a scanner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a colored printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I'm going to annoy dad for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Later. I'm too lazy. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOMG, NO FUCKING SCHOOL TOMORROW!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; It was &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; o-fucking-kay for me, then I remembered that It's David's birthday tomorrow. So I was all like..."&lt;strong&gt;HOMG!!! HOW THE FUCK WILL WE CELEBRATE?!&lt;/strong&gt;" I guess in the end, me and Alexa will just privately scream at home and call each other and scream more over the phone. XDD We are blasted lunatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, Alexa has this weirdo story that made me go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. "HOMG!?!?!!? &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOLY FUCKING GOD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. "HOMG, YOU THINK??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. "AWWW!!! OMIGOD, THAT IS SO FUCKING &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;SWEET&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. "HOLY FUCK, ALEXA!!! WHY THE &lt;em&gt;FUCK&lt;/em&gt; DID YOU DO &lt;u&gt;THAT&lt;/u&gt;?!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. "You should be fucking &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;ashamed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of yourself, Lexa."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually really interesting, that involves a guy, a music box, the ocean, and time. And a lost opportunity. And a question. &lt;strong&gt;HOLY FUCK&lt;/strong&gt;, but it actually couldn't be. But there is a possibility! HOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What triggered it was a project Ms. Lith gave us. A TimeLine. Any significant things happened in your life? She made Alexa remember. It's so sad. Then we suddenly joked, "I wonder if the music box had a tracking device, and the guy jumps into the ocean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err....yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My insanity lasts only for a while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLY, I GOT 90 IN CLE [in the report card]!!! XDDDDD I LOVE YOU, SIR RUEL!!! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 my IQ test results better. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IQ section something:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Any particular skill above the asterisks signify that the area is particularly easy for the child and may be considered his/her strength. The asterisks (*) mean the average knowledge a the student should have. Any skill below the asterisk may be considered the student's weakness."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I announce that I got &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; areas/skills above the asterisk, and have the average IQ interpretation of Excellent (670-800). In English though, my IQ interpretation is Superior for my age. &lt;strong&gt;Damn it&lt;/strong&gt;, just 3 points more, I could have been Excellent at that, too! XO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few report card grades:&lt;br /&gt;I got 81 in Filipino. Uber-cool. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;And 95 in Math, so I was like...&lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;. x_X;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not saying anything else. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm weird. I roleplayed the possible teachers/administrators/principal meeting last night where in they decide to bring you to highschool or not. And...yoh. I pass! Hahahaha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I dreamed the rest of the mini-saga, which is currently on going, but I haven't checked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to bring back Daryll sometime soon. You know (okay, I know you don't), Daryll Mitchell (Darie), the British biker that has a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heavy&lt;/strong&gt; British accent (which me and Leoren make fun of. XD). And he's strangely fond of slanty-ful things. :3 His room is all like...-slides-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I loved Darie to death. XDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112521271395428450?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112521271395428450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112521271395428450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112521271395428450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112521271395428450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/08/i_28.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112497112659905853</id><published>2005-08-25T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T20:13:31.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Freedom.Is.What.Our.Heart.Needs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened today? I don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mini-saga seems to be unfolding. It started with me randomly wanting to see the time when Luci was bored, since we had nothing to do. The others were restricted from coming, thus that left me, Luci and Freya to go, as Frey was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we saw how Luci's mother died trying to save him from his father, and after that, Leoren said Luci was crying like hell. I don't care about the pun. &gt;x&lt;** So Luci was crying because he just didn't know that someone before me loved him dearly. Freya triggered it. Freya then said it's empty. Someone might love you, sure, but no one can compare to the love of parents. (I don't agree on anything, even if it is for the story, but....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that made me think. I'm not what Luci needs. He needs his parents, or someone who can show more love to him than I am ever capable to. I explained to Leoren. Even from the start of the school year, it's like...the love for him vanished. So I asked myself. Do I really love him? It's like I don't know him anymore. And I'm just...I couldn't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of the room. And just as soon as I did, the crystal balls exploded, which caused Luci to wake up (he cried himself to sleep and we brought him in his room), opening his door and frantically looking outside into the hallway. Everyone was staring at the door. It then all went black. Nothingness. It was all quiet. Luci ran, somehow knowing I went away. And we stopped there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he still loves me. I am happy at the thought. But the question still lingers. Do I love him? Does he still need me? Did he ever need me in the first place anyway? It made me shudder. I didn't want him to get hurt. Nor did I to me. So I ran, and kept running, poofing to any random place I can get to. Away from them. Away from Luci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small lesson was learned. Love is hard. In every way, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luci's &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; an alter for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never was an alter and never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the love of my life up to date. I just hope now is just a stage that I'm going through; starting to doubt my love towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually cried for him, and sacrificed so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more so, we are in a commitment (January 4, 2005). We struggled, conquering our emotions for about two months, when it was finally decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...I could lose him. And not because of Revelations or anything. This time, it's my fault. And it hurts more than ever. My heart is being torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm depressed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexa and I wrote another Simple Plan spoof. This time, we did Welcome To My Life. Theme? Poop, pee, and farts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't know, me and Alexa have insane minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called this one Welcome To My Loo ('loo' is a bathroom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. We have RETARDED MINDS. We even mentioned eating poop and beng pooped on. XDDD But actually, it still GENERALLY is the same deal as the original Welcoem To My Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Recap. We did spoofs of: [title - theme]&lt;br /&gt;I'd Do Anything - Ice cream and kicking guys in the nut&lt;br /&gt;Addicted - Drugs&lt;br /&gt;Welcome To My Life - Poop, pee, farts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. XDDD We are such losers what have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henson was weird today. She willingly talked to me a couple of times. o_X;; Which is scary. Then we told her she looked like Tom Welling. No, really, she &lt;strong&gt;DOES&lt;/strong&gt;. Look at her, man! x_X;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday no, I'm at the EcoPark at departure. That is the barkada's new spot during departure. The bus will just come and pick me up. Of course, Dana is not allowed to get away form the bus too long, and so is Monica. Frans is always second trip, and Alexa stays there to find her grandfather. So anway. Yeah. We eat and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was weird today, as in. I talked to Benji, Alexa's dad. Alexa told me he plays the guitar like Billy, so I was like: "HOMG. TEACH ME! MARRY ME, BENJI!!! XDDD" So he was all joking and said, "Will you t ake care of Alexa? Will you babysit?" haha. I've always been the 'mom' to Alexa. Only better. I allow her to go to gimmicks, unlike SOMEONE we both know. o_&lt;;; I always tell Alexa to keep her hair neat, but you know, I do it too, so I don't force her. And stand straight, and eat properly. XDD I order her indirectly. "&lt;em&gt;Para kang Kampanerang Kuba&lt;/em&gt; (you're like the Hunchback of Notre Dam)," or "&lt;em&gt;Para kang baboy kung kumain ng ganyan&lt;/em&gt; (you eat like a pig)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mukha kang Sadako&lt;/em&gt; (you look like Sadako)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...haha. XDD It was just for fun. @_@ But he knows how to play the guitar so &lt;em&gt;weeeellllll&lt;/em&gt;.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was online today (d'oh) and I was in a conference with Alexa, Leoren, and Ara. I was TOO hyper for my own good. I was so stooooopid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAY = COOKIES. COOKIES ARE GHEY. COOKIES ARE GOD. GAY IS GOD. I AM GOD!!! WOOOWWOWOWOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nks- -g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ZE MINNIE MOUSE IS A LESBO. MICKEY MOUSE IS GAY. PLUTO IS A PLANET!!! WHAHAHAHA!! GOOFY ISH DUMB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOKIE=MONKEY CHUNKY HONEY!! MONKIES ARE DUDES, AND DUDE MEANS TOURIST!! MONKEYS ARE TOURISTS!! YEAHBOI!!! XDDD -dances-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah, I actually did worse things than that. Haha. When I'm hyper, I'm weird. Cookies are god, 'cuz yesterday, I had 6 chocolate (whihc I spelled chokkolhatte) bars and I was &lt;strong&gt;FAAAR&lt;/strong&gt; from this kind of hyper-ness. I only had 2 cookies, and I'm &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD&lt;/strong&gt;. O_______XXXXXXXXX;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nks- -g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112497112659905853?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112497112659905853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112497112659905853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112497112659905853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112497112659905853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112487462627257865</id><published>2005-08-24T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T17:10:26.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.BURN BABY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Ze title. Why? Oh, you'll see. Today was uber-weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, me and Alexa were talking on YM. Her maid was lighting matches and putting it in her mouth. Alexa tried it. She did it! Erm. Yeah. So she brought matches to school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was recess, and Alexa brought the matches with her to the spot. Mikee had a bond there, so we were desperately trying to burn it. XDD So...yeah, we did, and I kept it. It smells like coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...it was lunch. After we ate, I wanted to try the swallowing of the fire thing. So we went to a private spot, but...eh....we didn't like it, I guess, so we went to the auditorium, and went down the slope outside the door of the backstage and did the matchsticks. We threw it on the floor. &lt;_&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked to my right, and saw Sir Vince's sleeve. I whispered to Alexa. We stood up, and Sir Vince came behind the wall he was trying to hide from. So yeah, he told us that this place is off limits, and all that kind of things. As we were going to talk away, Sir Vince stopped us by saying, "I smell something." &lt;em&gt;Crap. &lt;/em&gt;The match sticks were still on the floor (yeah, we're slobs, so what?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...it took us a few seconds to admit. It really was for no reason, really. Just wanted to try it. And no one was hurt. Then he started telling us about it being wrong, and if we accidentaly set the auditorium on fire, the whole building would go down. So...yeah, we were sorry....etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, we were about to leave, but he stopped us once again by saying, "Were you smoking cigarettes?" In chorus, me, Alexa, and Monica (she tried it, too) said, "No sir!", since we really weren't. I actually thought he'd mention drugs or something, as you'd all probably know: you smoke marijuana. I dunno if I spelled that correctly, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. After that, we were let off easy, Sir Vince telling us that this is plainly off limits, and he never wants to seee us again here. If a guard caught us, we'd be sent straight to the principal's office, and given a formal warning. Which means, no graduation. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. We scampered away from Sir Vince after that, and...err....sort of...promised to never do it again. o_o;; I won't say anything else. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...MILESTONE!!.XDDD...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, RC (Soliven?) loves Camus. HOMG. o_&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I played more ROSE yesterday. I'll play more today. It's so freaking hard!! @_@ Hah. I was able to reach the other *deserted* part of Birth Island. Hahahahahahahahah. But quests are piling up, goddamnit! XOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The [Visitor Guide] Fairy of Arua sucks ass. X But she gives me experience points and lotsa items at a time just to listen to her yap! XDDD w00t. But....she won't let me get out of that effing island. &gt;_&lt;;; So....yeah. Choropies are easy. JellyNuts are INCREDIBLY annoying, and mini-Choropies are so cute! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized it. My character sucks ass. She has pink hair. x_X;;; I thought it was purple. But no, I have to be the pink-headed weirdo!! GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suuu......now I've got this Bamboo Spear thing!! XDDD So much more better than the Novice weapon, some kind of wooden sword. Yahr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo....what to talk about? Uhm....yeah, plus 2 new fangirls for Camus. RC and her toher friend. Didn't really bother to know the name. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112487462627257865?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112487462627257865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112487462627257865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112487462627257865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112487462627257865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112471409599876496</id><published>2005-08-22T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:48:50.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I fixed my layout, with a few changes from the original layout. Note the piccie. X333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played ROSE Online today. =^-^= [[&gt;&gt;TheStarFall, in Polaris; Channel 3.&lt;&lt;]] So....yeah, after 8 hours of downloading and loading, and half a day of plain waiting, I get to play. :D Well, it was okay. Thrilling, actually. But since I'm just a Visitor at the moment, I guess I can't make decisions about it just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Alexa were this close to writing a new song. XDD But we got lazy, so we constantly went off topic. After a while, just when we were about to get serious, Alexa's grandpa came home. She had to go. o_&lt;;; So as entertainment tonight, I'm going to force my brain to make a tone for Haze (yes, it's back to Haze. Alexa wanted to change it to 'Hazy' before, but we got the original name back). It's actually a pretty hard song to convert. x_X;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a consequence for not going to the barkada outing, Alexa gives me an alternative birthday gift. (She hasn't given it to me yet, but has been talking about it) She's giving me a fanfic with Billy Martin, Frank Iero, and Billie Joe Armstrong. I read her gift-fic for Al, and it was a tad...bland [Ex. &lt;em&gt;*ring ring!! (that's the sound of the phone)*&lt;/em&gt;], so I was wondering...would this happen in my gift-fic? But actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm glad, the answer is no(t close). She read to me the prologue. Which explains how Billy (-cough- Sir William Dean, Duke of Whatchamacallit [She didn't tell me what is he the duke of].)&lt;br /&gt;dies. He dies on the main character (me)'s birthday, so every birthday, she's sad...and all that shit (it actually fits well. I ALWAYS cry on my birthday for one reason or another. I almost cried this year, but no, I guess not.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that....blah, the queen assigns a bodyguard (who is to be called Frank. XD Yeah, no change. But I'm going to suggest to Alexa if we could use his middle name [Anthony] instead. XD) Blah blah....then Sir William Joeseph comes (okay, I KNOW it's not Billie Joe's real name, but we had to do something to make him fit), and I stay away, blah, 'cuz he reminds me of Billy....etc. So anyway, setting is...'ya know...the fairty tale kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, even from the Prologue, I'm...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KILIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!! XDDD It's so sweet. ;-; Billy was so sweet. XOOOO But he had to die!!! ;_____; She actually accidentaly spilled out the secret. Me and Billy will get together. So...yeah, I'll die. I thought it was going to be me and Frank for a while. @_@;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- Uhm...what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got 2 more presents. :D 1 was from Lui, the My Chemical Romance CD (Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge). XDD Yay. I'm playing it now, actually. o_o; Next was a wallet from Hillary. She asked me what I wanted, and since at the time, I knew Lui would get me the CD, and I was looking for something more practical and less expensive (contrary to those items on my list. XD), I decided to tell her....like...something like a black wallet with a chain. She got me the wallet, and apologized constantly about not being able to get one with a chain. ._. Err....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually starting to get ideas for Haze's tune from listening to MCR. o_&lt;;; Strange. Point is, why it's so hard, is that we're a punk rock band. Co-genre bands include Green Day, Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, and My Chemical Romance. But the song is about heartbreak and all that sentimental shit. e_e;;; So...we tried making a tune for the first two stanzas, and succeeded, but we sounded like teeny-boppers. Like Jesse McCartney. XO Eeeewww.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...either we make it kinda loud (which is harder than otherwise), or try to take the feel of the song, but not sound like those tweens (like Green Day's Wake Me Up When September Ends [note the layout. XD]). Both are pretty hard, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a want to post the Simple Plan spoofs me and Alexa made of their songs 'I'd Do Anything' and 'Addicted'. We made it sound all so wrong. The theme of 'I'd Do Anything' is ice cream and some parts are about spoons and kicking people in the nut. 'Addicted' is about drugs, and how someone wants to stop, but can't stop, and knows someone that wants them to stop, but is unable to stop them. XDDD We actually made sense. o_o Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Aibs gave me a Photoshop CD. It wouldn't install. ._. So....she'll have to ask her friend, the one who burned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with Evil_Pocky's commission, which was won by autobuying LT (lemonTomato)'s auction. It was a charity auction that I joined in...why? I dunno. o_&lt;; I was kind, and offered alot. XDDD So in the end, it was auto'ed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the 2 colored headshots, and part of the colored chibi is done. I had 4 chibis, I group picture, and a waist up commission left. ._. Why did I offer so much. Now I'm swamped. XO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played ZanZarah. I cna't really describe it, but it's full of faeries and pixies and trolls, elves and all that crap. So....yeah. It's okay. -shrug- The screen just keeps dying, so it sucks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...uhm...yeah. I forgot anything else I was going to talk about. @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112471409599876496?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112471409599876496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112471409599876496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112471409599876496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112471409599876496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/08/okay-i-fixed-my-layout-with-few.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112456125237999290</id><published>2005-08-21T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T02:30:50.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-editing my layout, as Blogspot became a fuckass and decided to delete my layout-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...right at this very moment, I'm eating a bowl of corn flakes showered in suger. x_X;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up at 9:30am and...went back to sleep. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up at noon, and went out [my room] to eat lunch. So...yeah, I ate lunch. Mom brought me my presents. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a few notebooks...mmm, purple...and then a few drawing pens (just in time! @_@), then a shirt. It's striped, blue and white. Why, I dunno, but my sister said it was for wearing at an Ateneo game. So anyway...then I got Doritos, then Oishi chips...mmm, snacks...and then 2 huge drawing pads (x_X;;), and 2 internet cards worth 40-hours in total. -coughs- Then...a paper crimper (for embossing some paper, or something), a hand-mirror (-shrug-), a pack of Double-mints (-shrugshrug-), Pure Essentials Face-powder (I dunno why...), a tube of St. Ives &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whitening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Apricot Scrub (Whitening? x_X;; I'd be happy with just the scrub, but whatever. XP), and then, a tube of Palmolive Naturals Conditioner (which works too good to be true. x_x;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywhoz. After that, we waited for 2 hours and me and my sister left for Loyola Gym, the Blue Eagle Gym, to watch the game versus Adamson (I'm pro-Ateneo, by the way). So anyway...it was a good start at the 1st quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ford Arao got an ACL, the same injury that cast Larry Fonacier out last year. Someone sat on his knee, and then fell backwards, thus....yeah, imagine that. So for Ford, my sister made stickers with sun shapes on them, for 'Arao' (the word 'araw' is Filipino for 'sun').&lt;br /&gt;Something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/thestarfall/arao_sticker_01.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway....there. Zion did &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! He was the Milo Energy of the game! w00t. He's my favorite now. XDD He's half-Jamaican. o.o;;; Which made me really wonder. He's white!! x_x; But yeah, his mom is Australian, so....eesh. I heard his whole life-story a while ago from my sister, but I forget most of it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ateneo won against Adamson. About...74-58. Hah. -heckles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...I got back, we go eat at Teriyaki Boy (which I was not happy about, since I ate too much), then went to bring my brother back to the condo, as he had work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift from my brother was this black bonnet (or skull cap, whatever), and a pair of glasses that had no grade (I somehow always wanted glasses, but my eyes were fine and didn't need them), and alot of black rubber bracelets. Sooo....yeah, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, tomorrow, there's this family thing. My mom's side of the family will have one big bash for the birthday celebrants for July, August, and September. So...I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Aibs said she'll get me Photoshop. Yay! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112456125237999290?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112456125237999290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112456125237999290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112456125237999290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112456125237999290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/08/editing-my-layout-as-blogspot-became.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112446392666787035</id><published>2005-08-19T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T23:05:26.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[If you cry because the sun goes out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^That's the title. XDDD -coughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatevah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, point is, Frans, Dana and me went to a gimmick for my birthday. I got all kinds of stuff. Things I never thought I'd bother to buy. If I had the money. Which in this case, I did. w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. So I got to McDo first, then I spotted Dana, then it took a bit until we saw Frans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got to buy these rad buckles and wristbands with those metal spikes (okay, specifically, I bought them. They didn't. &gt;_&lt;), and st00f. Also this ran black ballpen with the fuzz on top. :P And...after that, we took a wee more time looking at Penshoppe, Kamiseta....all those preppy things that Dana wanted to go to. .-_.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, blah, Tokyo Tokyo, blah, movie (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory; JOHNNY!!! XOOO), blah blah, then more shopping, blah. Then we went to Sta. Lucia, having the intention to go bowling. But me and Dana became lazy, and so we went on Wordls Of Fun instead. Haha. That rocked. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Horror Tunnel was so annoying. XDD In the middle of the tunnel, some weirdo guy with a weirdo mask and a weirdo black thingy is reaching out to you in his weirdo way, in the darkness. There is only enough light for you to be able to see his silhouette. HEck Dana was cowering in her seat. Frans told us she will NEVER go in. x_x So I did, instead. It was so annoying. XDDD I was moving the farthest I could away from that weirdo; and he taunts me! He keeps reaching and reaching! XO Eeee. Haha. I was screaming, no, really, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; screaming like Hell was freezing over (yes, I'd be angry if that happened. x_X;;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywhooz. After that we went shopping again, blh, met up with my sister and mom, blah blah, then went back to Robinsons. Then we had pictures taken, and went around more. We reached some kind of game arcade again, and we continued playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frans got to play 'Percussion Freaks' which was fun, even for me. XDDD But I think I sort of sucked. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; is why I'm not the drummer in the band. XDD So anywho...after that, we went more walking, more shopping, and I got my birthday gift from them. An item from Humpo Post that I've beent alking about every time we pass by the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a black pillow with white letterings: "I'M GOING NUCKING FUTS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....yeah. Then we went bye-bye. ._. (not before getting the photos, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo...........there. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeek. I still have to finish HTML things for the whole band's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, that reminds me. I bought picks (guitar picks, ker-d'oh). The guy in the store there challenged me to lifting their biggest weight. It was pretty light, actually. Then he told me to take 3. So I did. No problem. Then he said 4, but then I needed to go. Plus my hands are too small to hold the sides of all four of those weights. But I bet I could still do it if I did. Easy peezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh.....yeah. That's practically it. Now I'll just have to edit a few HTML things of my own blog, and finish the group's. Then I'm through. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heartbreaker part5&lt;/span&gt;, though. Alexa actually told me all about it, so I know what's going on. But...eh. -shrug- Might as well read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M 13 TOMORROW~!!!!!!!! XOOOOOO &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112446392666787035?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112446392666787035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112446392666787035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112446392666787035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112446392666787035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/08/if-you-cry-because-sun-goes-out-of.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112428504627263732</id><published>2005-08-17T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T21:24:06.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Me Up When September Ends...</title><content type='html'>[title: Yeah, I just HAD to use that. I'm ready to faint anytime soon~]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is: I talked to Anne today thru YM. Uhm...I was calling her 'ate Anne' but she said it didn't sound good/look good, so she just wanted to me to call her Anne. Or kuya. XDDDD I'm not saying anything else. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ane (Anexiel, not the same Anne I'm talking about) messaged me today, discussing the price of my commission for her. Around...her budget is actually quite decent. Around 35,000. But since she draws better than me (in my opinion. She denies it. &gt;_&lt;) I should not charge anywhere near what she gets. So it turns out to be a 25,000 deal, since I think 30k might be too much. I still have to tidy up the lines and such Plus add shading to Alexis' clothes. XDDD Adian was a cinch. A tad debating on effect lines on his turtle-neck, though. Eh -shrug- His hair sux. o.O;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis looks like Morrigann. WTF. o.o;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, that reminds me. The alter-ego mini-saga "Journey to Oblivion" is finished. Erm...yeah. XD I'm not in the mood to story tell, so I won't. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh.....and...somehow, Lirica doesn't seem to be such a good idea anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ever sicne I heard that Anya uses watercolor, I want to use watercolor! @_@ Corel Painter IX, the watercolor tool. I always loved CorelDraw. So helpful. :) I use Corel PhotoPaint 11.0 so...it's hard. XDDD I'll have to downgrade. Whcih I don't mind doing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh.....I want Photoshop. The latest photoshop. I should tell ate Aibs. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored...and bored....and incredibly in pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112428504627263732?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112428504627263732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112428504627263732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112428504627263732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112428504627263732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/08/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake Me Up When September Ends...'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112411926673464264</id><published>2005-08-15T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:21:06.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This infinite dream haunts me, breaks me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eh. Today sucked ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gay ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shit-fucked ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dumb ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jack ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fuck ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay first was the mas, sure, whatever. I didn't eat breakfast, so okay, blah. I was hungry, blah, I felt dizzy during the mass, blah, okay with me, since I planned for this to happen, blah. So after that, I thought it would be a long recess (since that is what usually happens after mass), then they said the Philippines Phil-Harmonic Orchestra will play right after. So like...eh. 5 minutes of recess. 5 FUCKING MINUTES. The foodslae line was so freaking long, and we had to change into our sports attire so like...WTF. o_&lt;;;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So...yeah. I was hungry. Me and Alexa were forced to bloat ourselves with water so we could last a while longer and not pass out in the middle of the PPO's show. Soooo....eh. o_&lt;; So lunch was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WE FOUND KARA!!!!! XOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the way, Kara Minoza is a good friend of mine who changed schools on the 6th grade. Their school happened to come and watch the show with us. O______O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Their uniforms suck golden ass. XD It's all...long and stupid colored. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Keach was absent (gee, I wonder why?) and we didn't get to see Kendra. The whole while we were glomping and clingong on to Kara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She never changed. She still looks the same (Frans says she grew darker) and is still the same height. XP She's shorter than me....~ XD -dances- KARA! ;_;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suuuu.....lunch. Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that was this sports thing. I only participated in a few seconds of "Agawan Base" so...eh. Then I went to the chapel and hung out with Leoren, uhm...Alexa, Frans...who else? -shrug- So...yeah. We climbed the top of the soccer net. Until Ms. Nen told us to get down. Suuu....there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The chapel was boring, so we went out and walked aorund the field, blah. I was standing beside Frans, who was offering Alexa a piggy back ride. So Alexa jumped, and hit my jaw with her elbow. So my gums/tooth was bleeding heavily. I told her grandfather. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So...yeah. Eh. The taste of blood. Okay, I guess. It just hurt, so it wasn't all that enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So...uhm. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once I got home, it was straight to bed, for me. I only got 2 hours of sleep last night, plus iwht all the stuff that happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~RE: Mini saga: Okay, so it's still in the works. Alot of things have been happening, though. -shrug-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lazy fuckass bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112411926673464264?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112411926673464264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112411926673464264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112411926673464264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112411926673464264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-infinite-dream-haunts-me-breaks_15.html' title='This infinite dream haunts me, breaks me...'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112395306615762026</id><published>2005-08-14T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T01:11:06.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myeh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(long post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate Firefox. XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It won't play the music (WMUWSE:GD midi) I have on the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told my brother, and he thinks that maybe I have the HTML wrong. ("What?! NO! It works in Internet Explorer!") Then he said that Firefox has another kind of HTML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So that's why my custom scroll bars are not working right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fuck Firefox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only thing I *think* I need to use it for is protection. Out of date servers can lead to spyware.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Which. sucks. ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it sucks eggs!!! Firefox stinks! ;_; I worked 6 hours for that music, converting stuffies to HTML, and THEN! -breathes heavily- Fucktard Firefox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't want spyware, but Firefox sucks ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damnit.! XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I was in my granparents' house for my grandma's birthday. Erm. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jordy was there. I was so bored that I called Monica for no reason, who was also in her grandparents' house for her &lt;em&gt;cousin&lt;/em&gt;'s birthday. Luckily, I guessed their number right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was in lolo's room, with the cordless phone, and Jordy was watching Mr. Bean. I made Monica talk to him. (&lt;strong&gt;Jordy:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello? &lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; [from background] Ain't he so hot?? Eeee!! -sarcastic fangirlish scream-) Monica then referred to him as the "Canadian kid." (she thought of Ike from South Park). Hihihihi. XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Erm. Yeah. Jordy was born in Canada, but is really Filipino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The whole night we argued about things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordy:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm too lazy to hold the mouse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm too lazy to annoy you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordy:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey! Don't copy me! I'm the lazy one here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm too lazy to argue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordy:&lt;/strong&gt; Gah! XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eeee....o_O;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*+~...~+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So right now, I'm downloading software (using Firefox. -shudder-) from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coffeecup.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.coffeecup.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. 2 software, actually. One for Image Mapping, and the other for GIF Animation. So that means, pretty soon, I'll know how to map images and animate GIFs! Cool! XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That reminds me. Before my birthday, I want to finish Lirica (a Gaian shop I'm building) and make the first sale already. I dunno. I ahve so many other things to do. It is soooo incomplete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The History is far from done, and other stories are even yet to be started. I should start drawing, too. I ahve this general idea on what Pokiehl should look like, as well as the other Songs of Grace. But...eee....haha. Legend of Mana based. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've made the certs just fine. Thanks to Corel Draw, Open Canvas 7, and MS Paint (yes, Paint was a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; help) They're like this...tattered poloroid that's *sotra* nailed to this ripped out music sheet that is yellowish from age. The song sheet is sorta like...half notes and notes blah, and the title Lirica in Angelo text thing. Sorta like Old English style. -shrug- Okay with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next task is to draw Pokiehl and get all the art done. I mean, I could always fix up the posts, but I should get as much as possible done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So yeah. I'm busy. x_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But I don't seem to worry, since I managed to over-sleep 6 hours last night. XO Perhaps it's knowing that there will be no tests the next day. x_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In Gaia, I probably am getting a new haircut. XDD The haircut that looks like my hair now. :P Hihihi. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Erm. I'm trying not to start a shopping-spree, seeing as I have been on hiatus from Gaia for 5 months. I missed so much. x_x The plot, 5 donation letters (but I managed to snag them all in a reasonable price. Like...25k or something. Haha.), and countless opportunities to get more breedables! X__________X;;;;;;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am a bad person. ;_;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I dunno. I just "spaced out" for a while. I didn't find much fun in Gaia anymore. Then it came back. XDDD I dunno how. -shrug- Of course I check Gaia from time to time, like...every month of something, to look for art. But other than that, blank. Sometimes, I don't go there at all. But...whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then I one day, had nothing to do. So I went to Gaia to check on Breedables. Not art. So...yeah, addicted again. I also went shopping. XDD It's actually REALLY fun to shop in Gaia. That is, if you have the money. I've been working for 1 year. The highest bunch of gold I ever owned was 220k. XDD But it quickly reduced 100k because I was on a quest for an OMG hat. So I bought it. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You know how I got so much? Emi!! I remember the memories. There was a shop called Frodite City. It was a Poke'mon shop. So I went in, blah, made friends with the owner, Frox, and a big customer named Emi (her story was...the owned a halo but found no use for it, so she just sold it). So...okay, friends. Along the way, Emi gave lots of donations (like...50k or something [she ended up giving Frox 200k+ in total donation]) to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was when I told Frox and Emi about my quest. I asked Frox (extremely nicely, mind you) if she could do a charity auction for me (she did it with one other customer) and I'll be in charge of everything. The accounts, the managing, everything. So she drew a poke'mon. I forgot which and put it on auction. I was running the whole thing. So of course, Emi won by....190k or so. (it was only on the 3rd bid, and Emi bid 200k) She won, d'oh. So she got the poke'mon and I got the money. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But of course, I had to give Frox her share (since she drew the poke'mon), which was 40% of the total amount gained. So I gave it to her, so I had...like...132k left. But I had to get my OMG hat (d'oh), so that was like...100k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eventually, I asked Frox to do another charity auction, but sicne I didn't want to trouble her, I asked if I can draw my own. She said yes, blah blah, and I would get all the funds. So I drew a Mawile and had it tagged by Emi (she became a staff member). So...yeah. Auction again, and Emi won. Again. Around...20k this time. So 50k was with me. Roughly. Slowly, though, it made it's way down (shopping sucks ass! XO) to the present, 33k. XDDD I am such a spender. o.O;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But of course, I sold alot of things. But it didn't matter. I bought more anyway. XD (I sold my Maid's dress for 4.5k. XP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This just in!: I bought a Charcoal Sketchbook for 860gold. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You know, this is slightly getting too long. XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I'll just stop now. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112395306615762026?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112395306615762026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112395306615762026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112395306615762026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112395306615762026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/08/myeh.html' title='Myeh.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112392451800847183</id><published>2005-08-13T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T17:15:18.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeeee! -rejoice-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm just posting for the sheer fun of it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ya know why?????? x____x -hyper mode-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cuz after 6 hours, I FINALLY fix my blog layout! :DDDDDDDD Eeeee...!!! Happy! XDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HISTORY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First I thought of doing a Billy Martin layout. So...I had trouble with alignment and images there. Change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I switched to a Green Day layout. The "green" was a puke-color green. I love green and all, but that kind of green was not for the blog. Plus there wasn't any music, and no space for tagboards. It was an image map. Change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I then switched to a We Believe layout. Sure, the music was great and all, but there were no images, and the colors stunk to high heaven. The borders were too simple, and nothign else was appealing. Fonts were terrible and whatnot. Change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next was a Hold On layout. Erm. It was okay at first (it gave me alot of good ideas to customize other layouts) and there was everything there. Except music. So...change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next was a Whatsername layout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. I actually thought I would end up with the Whatsername layout. I found the music just fine and installed it okay, too, but it was a tad blotchy. It was okay with me, since it was still quite understandable and straight, but another problem I had was the image mapping. Freaking links on the top was hard to control. It was either: take away the music, or change the whole thing. I don't want to leave my music. Haha. XD Change. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;FINALLY!!! XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then there was the Wake Me Up When September Ends layout. Eeeee. It was fine with me. I was a little saddened on that the music was just a midi. The background stuff. But it was okay, since I got to fix everything just the way I like it. :D I'm so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't think I'm going to change it any time soon. So lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ATTEMPT TO RIGHT CLICK!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! XDDDDD FUTILE ATTEMPT, ASSHOLE. XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112392451800847183?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112392451800847183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112392451800847183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112392451800847183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112392451800847183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/08/eeeee-rejoice.html' title='Eeeee! -rejoice-'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112384837804022577</id><published>2005-08-12T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T16:39:38.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There'll be Hell to pay...literally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Another one of those alter-ego mini saga on the works today. This time, I'm back with Leoren, and not Luisa. With Leoren, I can do much more, much faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It started with a message going around YM. It was sent to me like...alot of times. I replied in Leoren's window (she sent one to me, too). So it eventually became a talk on the alters. So...another saga is revealed. Quite an unfortunate one where in I'll have to be very careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lucifer came to the realm and was about to scream at Frey until he fainted on me. We brought him to the couch and he was asleep with fever. Leoren pointed out a difference of the aura he had around him. IT was more of like...a human aura. Then after a while, the heavenly messengers arrived (Frey, Sara, Raphael, Freya, Samantha, Adrianne [she's not a heavenly messenger, so it's confusing to why she was included]) and explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Some guy name Ezierre, the brother of Lunierre (assigned guardian angel for Leoren), stole the book of destiny and altered the destinies of Satan. Luci was now mortal until we can get it back. The book is nearly a part of Frey already, so all mgiht be well and easy. He knows who stoole it, and where it is. It's just hard to acquire it back. Ezierre stole half of Heaven's power for his own, with the intention of ruling Hell and leading them towards Revelations (read the Bible, dummies). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lunierre had killed Ezierre before, yet somehow, Ezierre lives and was resurrected by the death of all evil here on Earth. It sucks, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We were to journey to the middle of Oblivion, where Ezierre was located with the book of destiny. I was ready, but Frey stopped me, saying that I can't go. First reason was Lucifer needing me. I agree, he does, somehow, but I argued. Isn't going there already part of me helping him? Then came the next reason. If Ezierre found out that I was Satan's wife, he'd plan on owning me, too. They said since he has the book of destiny, he can change anyone's past (in this case, make me his won wife, and not Lucifer's) just by rewriting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I wasn't going to give up. Me staying here and pretending to worry about a simple fever that MORTALS (which I remind you, I am one, so I know the feeling) have, is NOT helping Lucifer. He's here with perfectly capable hands. Morrigann is here. Freya turned mortal and may not have her powers (Frey said she's not going, d'oh), but she can still do much more than what I can do. If I'm here with Lucifer, I'm not worrying about him. I'm worrying about if they can get the book back and save everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Thus, I argued with Frey. I mean, what's the point? Even if I don't go, he can change their destinies and eventually find out about me, as I AM part of their destiny. He'll find out and do everything anyway. In this case, I'm planning to be used as bait, if not the fishing rod itself. If I can help get the book back, that's what I want. I will just be an obstacle if I don't do anything. Contradicting, yes, but true. I'll go with them and Ezierre would change my destiny. With me out of the way completely, Frey and the others can get the book back and fight against Ezierre. Easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So I debated with Frey, telling him thus, why I should go. He eventualy got sick of it and said it was okay to go, if I wanted. (Leoren: Ria's a good debator person. -nods-) Then Leoren's stupid brother had to intrude. It's annoying. Plus she's grounded. It's these times I wish she could just obey sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;snowrabbit399=ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;leoren_crosses=LEOREN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: Meh. Since you're here, and I have nothing to do, what are they doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: Luceeehhh's been stressed lately~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: wont tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: Why not? even to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: can't tell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: he lost his voice :)) when he got back]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: and is now asleep~ &gt;.&gt; on teh couch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: o.o;; And I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: taking care of himl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;eoren_crosses: &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: He's asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;snowrabbit399: &lt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;l&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;eoren_crosses: yeah~...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: you're getting him some... blankie~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: Okay...&lt;_&lt; face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;leoren_crosses: a few minutes ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: after attempting to shout... he fainted on ya'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: Shout to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: Frey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: ( i think... his lips almost looked like saying Frey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: Eee....it makes me want to find out why he's shouting at Frey again. Let's enter his head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: You do~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: I'm refrained from doing that ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: Iunno... I just can't enter his brain ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: -tilts head- Dammit. &lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: First my *fucking* pure HTML page gets all messeg up, and now Luci. WTF?! XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: *shrugs* at least... Anne's fixed o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: Not quite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: And there's another problem regarding Luci. PERHAPS (but most probably not) why he looked sto stressed and will blame FREY for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: Er... I think Frey knows why... But we can't find him anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: Crystal ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: even Raph's not here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: Freya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: people from Heaven are not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: Then let's GO to Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: and the crystal balls... not active~ &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: Teh gates are closed. o_o;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: Hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: Fine, I'll attempt... but I'm not sure theu'll welcome me... ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: they'll***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: What? Why?? What's happening betwen you and everyone else anyway?! God, I missed so much. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: The peoples from Heaven went poof... Even my alters... ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;snowrabbit399: Eee....so NO ONE is there except me, you and Luci?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leoren_crosses: K-chan's here... Leo... Weiz... Conrad... Hugo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112384837804022577?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112384837804022577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112384837804022577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112384837804022577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112384837804022577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/08/therell-be-hell-to-payliterally.html' title='There&apos;ll be Hell to pay...literally.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112374661832593432</id><published>2005-08-11T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T16:29:43.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[title: Drowning Lessons, a story about Gerard WayXYou]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You know what, it's so nice doing homework today. I feel so thrilled and ready to start papers, submit stuff, and whatnot, but not to teachers, oh no. Not to real teachers, at least. I mean teachers in MNI. The professors in MNI, and their Harry Potter homework. So fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've recently submitted my Care of Magical Creatures homework, about a Siberean Husky. I regret that I ahven't exhausted all my sources, and such little information was given, but all is good, I guess. I wanted to do the extra credit for Defense Against The Dark Arts, but Neptune closed the thread before I even got started. Which was okay. I also have Muggle Studies to do, as well as Herbology class, and Astronomy. I also sort of need to do my Divination homework, but I am lazy. XDDD So contradicting. But I want to do it, nonetheless, in all honesty. Eeee....and then there is Potions to do.....gah! I tried doing Charms, but it was, I figured, a little to hard. But it involved graphics, which was fine, and seemed so fun to do, but really long. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And actually, I'm in the middle of doing my Herbology homework for week 15. Write an essay about how child labor is involved with the chocolate industry. Whahaha. Willy Wonka is a a bad dude. &gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway, I'll have to read week 15 all over again, if I want to get this up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Eeeeh....so I read Week 15. Now I'll have to do a 3 page essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wish me luck? I can't keep this up any more. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112374661832593432?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112374661832593432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112374661832593432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112374661832593432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112374661832593432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/08/drowning-lessons.html' title='Drowning Lessons'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112367990996894159</id><published>2005-07-08T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T16:26:00.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Charlotte concert and my moment of HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.THE.GOOD.CHARLOTTE.CONCERT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PULP presents Good Charlotte: Live in Manila; NOISE to the WORLD tour 2005, July 8, 2005, with opening acts Kamikazee, Chicosci, Typecast, Mayonaisse. Gate opens at 7 pm, show starts at 8:30pm at the Folk Arts Theatre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived there later than I wanted to be. First thing, we didn't REALLY know where it was (Folk Arts). Second, we had to turn a little to get my sister who had to come with me (or else I couldn't go, since my friends weren't allowed). Third, I just couldn't figure out what to wear. So...yeah, because of me, we was like...15 minutes left. Plus it took an hour and 30 minutes to get there. Anyway...so...yeah. There already were already alot of people out by the gates, by the entrances, lining up, etc. So...yeah. It was all good for me, thinking we were really in a special platform. The bouncers outside told all VIPs to line up in a seperate line from those tickets that are colored. So...they were quite alot, but at the moment, I didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I finally got in that 'special platform' I was like..."What the...?" it was a pretty BIG special platform. And all the people who came in front of us were like...infront. o.o; And...yeah. I inched as close as I can. My sister suggested trying to move in when they start jumping and being active, when they don't really care that someone is pushing them. XDD So...anyway, I waited. There were like..6 people in front of me, and they're all pretty tall. I can't SAFELY bet that I was the youngest, but I might. Not the shortest, though, but still one of the shortest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...the first opening act was Kamikazee. During their turn, I managed to inch even closer and ended up with 2-3 people in front of me (who are still taller, thanks.) to the railing in the front. Suddenly, this woman told me to stay in my line. There was no line, dude. ...Ette. -sighs- So...yeah. I became pretty pissed by then. I stayed pissed for the whole turns of Kamikazee, Typecast, and Mayonaisse. It was Chicosci's turn when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally started to cry of annoyance. One other thing, the woman I was talking about had a daughter (who was also taller than me), and had brought a stool. By that time, they were both in front of me. The kid stepped on the stool and stood infront of me. She and the woman were in front, both taller than me, with or without a stool. So I began crying even more (not louder, mind you). Also...I felt around my bag and found my poster missing. So...yeah. My precious poster. Again, I cried more. Then, I felt around my bag more, and found my poster bend low that I just couldn't see it. Sure, I was happy then. Pretty much. After Chicosci, around 10pm, came Good Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, nothing mattered. I was about to meet the guys whose songs were my life in music and writing, my emotions and feelings. These were the guys I've always loved in more ways than one. In more dimensions than 2 (second dimension=Physicals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Benji first. He had this bandana over his head, and a scarf over his mouth and bridge of the nose, so his eyes are the only thing seen, plus a little bit of the part of the nose near the eyes. He was in a black sleeveless, if I'm correct. All his tattoos showed. Next I saw Joel. He had a sleeveless shirt on, and his hair was emo (later in the concert, Benji took off his scarves and bandanas and his hair also was emo). Joel's tattoos also showed. After that, I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Martin. (I'm not trying to dramatize with the spaces, but...it was a BIG thing for me.)&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a bit. I brought the realistic drawing I loved dearly to the concert, and started holding it up around...after 1/3 of the concert was done. So...yeah. The band members managed to glance at it for a couple of times, since I was in the middle, in the front-ish. So...of course they saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...during the middle of the concert, Joel stood on the railing on the front. So...yeah, I was trying to hand it to him, and some person took it and passed it forward, etc., but Joel didn't take it. Everyone returned to their old places, so I was like...what if they don't return it? Well, luckily, they did return it after a few good shouts of "Drawing ko 'yan!" or "Akin yung drawing! Paki abot!" so...yeah. I got it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around...the second to the last song they sung, my sister suggested making it into a paper airplane and throwing it on stage. At first, I thought it was such a risky idea. I mean...what if an arm crashes with it, and it falls to the ground, and everyone steps on it? Or what if it goes to the part between the railing and the stage, where the bouncers are, and they mistake it for trash and throw it away? Or what if they just don't take it? It took me a few seconds until I finally said yes. My sister made it into a paper airplane and handed it to me. I did my best to aim, and it landed on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel was currently in front of me (if you take away the 3 people in front of me), and it hit his leg. He looked at his, his eyes and head following the plane's path it descended by his feet. Then he continued talking. Heck, me and my sister were already clapping and squeeling once it went on stage. After 2 or 3 words, Billy came beside him. More happiness. He leaned over and took the paper airplane. More happiness. He walked by the keyboard, which was like...3 steps away, while opening it. Once by the keyboard, he looked at &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;, winked at &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;, made a thumbs up at &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;, made that O.K. hand gesture (that looks like you're gesturing the number 3; your index finger and thumb's tips touch, and the three other fingers are up) at &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;, and mouthed 'Nice picture.' to &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;. That was...literally, the happiest I've been. After that, me and my sister high-fived and squeeled more, jumping on our places. He gave a small, not-obvious-at-first-glance smile--yes, surprise surprise, at &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;--and they played their next song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time, I was &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; jumping up and down and exhausting myself. It was all worth it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. They made the comments that they'd usually say during concerts (I know. Believe me. I know.) like Benji saying he wants to go home with someone, shower in someone's home, meet someone's parents, have kids with that someone, and be part of the family. Everyone was screming and screaming, and Benji was grinning. By this time, his scarf and bandana was off, so when he was grinning, with the emo hair, he was HOT. He looked like Joel, but there was a generous difference. A difference I very much liked. I like Benji better than Joel, but Billy really is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this morning, I remembered a little funny incident. They were playing a song, and Billy was standing there, playing the guitar, when this red thing comes flying towards his head. He leaned his head and half of his body to the left in the most perfect time, and he dodged it. Joel also mentioned that we shouldn't believe in politics! My sister, at that time, was like, "OH YEAH!" and I was like, "HELL YEAH!" so...yeah. I suppose he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really do think that was the happiest moment of my life.&lt;/strong&gt; There's no use doubting it. No words can describe anything from this experience enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*+~...THE.END...~+*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. That was the Good Charlotte concert a.k.a. The Happiest Moment of My Life.&lt;br /&gt;It really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sniff-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112367990996894159?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112367990996894159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112367990996894159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112367990996894159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112367990996894159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-charlotte-concert-and-my-moment.html' title='The Good Charlotte concert and my moment of HAPPINESS'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214660.post-112349433850973043</id><published>2005-07-07T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T16:27:38.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember whatever, it seems like forever ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yesh, dearies, from my old blog of &lt;a href="http://sabaku_no_ai.blogs.friendster.com/turnedintocarrion"&gt;http://sabaku_no_ai.blogs.friendster.com/turnedintocarrion&lt;/a&gt;, I have moved on to something all of my friends are pestering me to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All is well, except the fact that I have 65 entries in my old blog. ^_^ I wanted to move them all, but...nah. o.O; I'm lazy. But actually, it feels life I've lost a great deal of memories right there. The good times, and the bad times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The next post will be a memory dated July 8, 2005 (that's why I changed the date of this post, for dates to be in order); a memory I simply can't let go of, no matter how many times I change my blog. I'm not letting go of that. Simple because it's the only moment of my life where I realized that happiness exists in this world, and is not impossible to get. Sure, true happiness might be hard to attain, but believe that it's always there, so in the middle of waiting, you won't end up giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amidst darkness, there is a light. Small or nearly invisible as it may be, it's always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*+...+*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;About me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The name is Ria Tinio, or Billy, as many call me. I'm the kind of person you'd see at a corner, alone, or at a corner with the few close friends she has (who are also losers, by the way, as much as I am one). I'm the enigmatic kid who doesn't know where to turn in life, nor who to turn to. Depression and rage is common in me. Happiness had come once in my life time. Lately, I've been feeling dead inside. Lately being the last 13 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm 12, (13 on August 20) and is a bi-sexual from the Philippines who is &lt;strong&gt;WAY&lt;/strong&gt; better in English than her native tongue. I like English better, anyway. People say I'm a Math whiz, and am too smart for my age. Uhm. Okay, whatever. I ahve two older siblings, the olderst is 13 years older than me, and the middle (before me) is 6 years older. My parents are 37 years older than me. What a life, to have no one to relate to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I love music and art. I appreciate a good song which I can relate to, at the same time, have a good melody to it. I appreciate a picture that can tell a story at first glance, that don't need words. I love poetry, and write alot of it. I'm usually depressed, and am neutral in every emotion. There are very few things I care for. Rarely are they about those people around me. &lt;em&gt;Heartless bitch&lt;/em&gt;, you might say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been told that I don't care about what other people say, and many think it's a good thing. I personally have no comment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's me against the world, loves. I hate almost everything, and favor almost nothing. Yet I repeat, almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am addicted to the bands Good Charlotte, Green Day, Simple Plan and My Chemical Romance. I love Billy Martin (but I got my nickname before GC was "in" with our group), Billie Joe Armstrong, David Desrosiers, and Frank Iero. I just feel that they understand me, and choose to express their understanding through music, which mgiht get to me easier than simple words. Words suck compared to song. Sing like no one is listening. They have saved my life in ways. Whether that 'way' be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt; killing myself due to depression, or just simply giving up and letting it all go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I still have that small hope in me, estimated a rice-grain size, that someday, it will all get better. It grows, that hope, but one small incident can crash into it and burn, making me have to star from the rice-grain again. I just hope it'll be able to sustain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links I very well recommend you click on:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com/"&gt;http://www.gaiaonline.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-Gaia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greendayauthority.com/"&gt;http://www.greendayauthority.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-Great Green Day site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodcharlotte.com/"&gt;http://www.goodcharlotte.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-Good Charlotte's main website!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://sabaku_no_ai.blogs.friendster.com/turnedintocarrion/2005/07/index.html"&gt;http://sabaku_no_ai.blogs.friendster.com/turnedintocarrion/2005/07/index.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-My old blog, worth 4 months of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=6624709"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=6624709&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;-My Friendster profile, which I update from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://interactive.mugglenet.com/"&gt;http://interactive.mugglenet.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-MNI. Quite a Harry Potter experience, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://iharthdarth.com/"&gt;http://iharthdarth.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-Funniest LJ that posts gag stips on Star Wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=20703078"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=20703078&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-My barkada's Friendster profile (which I was pressured to type)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com/profile/profile.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=442947"&gt;http://www.gaiaonline.com/profile/profile.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;amp;u=442947&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-My Gaia profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kthnxbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214660-112349433850973043?l=gazingatthestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/feeds/112349433850973043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214660&amp;postID=112349433850973043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112349433850973043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214660/posts/default/112349433850973043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingatthestars.blogspot.com/2005/07/remember-whatever-it-seems-like.html' title='Remember whatever, it seems like forever ago...'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467574502237154623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/SomaMomiji/billy86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
