<?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-8999772037995807168</id><updated>2011-08-02T09:23:43.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fangirl's Dream</title><subtitle type='html'>“There isn't an end to something you truly love.”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-1141671766010063889</id><published>2010-10-16T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T20:27:21.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was a kid my parents moved a lot, but I always found them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;New episode of Merlin is finally out! I am currently loading it which is why I am blogging right now because I'm just waiting for it to finish. I'm so excited for my barkada to watch this series with me. We're planning to have a Merlin marathon next Monday because that's when people who aren't on sembreak are going to have their holiday. I actually thought the holiday would fall on tomorrow's Monday but I was mistaken and I apologize to all those people I've spread the wrong information on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday, I finally got a taste of the delicious yogurt ice cream goodness from Frutti Froyo. It was absolutely fantastic! The place, the atmosphere, the froyo and all the glorious toppings! Trizia and I sort of went food-tripping actually. After our stop at Frutti Froyo, we went to Cafe Breton to have some Nutella Crepe which is always &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; delicious. It was great fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After I watch Merlin, I should probably find a ride for myself going to and from school on Tuesday. I still haven't found a ride from carpool and I never want to resort to having to take the bus. I just have this thing about commuting outside of Alabang. Riding the tricycles and jeeps are fine in the village or to the mall but it's just so uncomfortable to commute outside! I am too sheltered and I'm sorry for that. I know I need to learn and face the real world but really, who's aspect of the real world are we basing it off from? The real world of a billionaire is probably to fly to another country in economy class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; And...well I forgot where I was going with this but I really want to get back to watching my Merlin so Cheerio for now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(I just realized, when I blogged this, in my head, I was speaking with a british accent. Just saying.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;33 MORE DAYS TIL HARRY POTTER! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-1141671766010063889?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1141671766010063889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=1141671766010063889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/1141671766010063889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/1141671766010063889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-i-was-kid-my-parents-moved-lot-but.html' title='When I was a kid my parents moved a lot, but I always found them.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-4267137108372114581</id><published>2010-10-15T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T20:42:34.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The digital camera is a great invention because it allows us to reminisce. Instantly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Last night, my family and I ate in Omakase. I now love Tamago Sushi because even though it's just egg, rice and seaweed wrap, it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;awesome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;egg, rice and seaweed wrap. I also ate Salmon which I'm still sometimes iffy about. I pretty much only eat it because I know it's good for the blood flow in your brain or body whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I haven't been able to try Frutti Froyo yet and it's making me sad. I want Frutti Froyo, dangit! My mission for today is to convince my mom to make us take a little visit in the building across Westgate. But then the person who's going to help renovate our house is coming over so I hope he does his job fast so we can go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Or maybe I'll force Trizia to go with me. Hmm. I like the sound of that plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well that's all for the daily drama in my life. I think I should start doing my coloring plate homework thing because the one I did in class pretty much sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Adieu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-4267137108372114581?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4267137108372114581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=4267137108372114581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4267137108372114581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4267137108372114581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/digital-camera-is-great-invention.html' title='The digital camera is a great invention because it allows us to reminisce. Instantly.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-3357441771006385039</id><published>2010-10-14T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T06:00:51.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna know the purpose of a sweatervest. "Leave me alone. Can't you see I'm cold just right here?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last night, I had to cram 4 drawings and 1 research paper for my FREHAND class (drawing class). It was given to us at 6pm on that day so technically, I wasn't procrastinating. I try not to do that anymore, honestly! I'm a changed person now. -ish. Well I'm trying, alright? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So today we started with that same class I crammed for last night. Grades I got were what I expected because the lowest he usually ever gives is 2.5 so thank goodness it's a passing grade. I really can't draw to save my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think our plate for today was the hardest out of all the others we had to draw. A basket of fruits may be what artists usually draw, paint or sketch but seriously, did that basket have to be so big and intricate?! And don't even get me started on those atis and grapes. So. much. grapes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I, at least, got a 3 but I was really hoping for a 4. But 3 hours isn't enough for me to draw a 4-worthy sketch of that huge basket of fruits. Did I mention there were oranges? 4 oranges, to be exact! I find oranges so complicated because when I draw them, they end up looking like a peach because they're smooth-looking when I draw them and oranges &lt;i&gt;aren't &lt;/i&gt;supposed to be smooth! There are those weird mirco-tiny craters on them which I find impossible to draw but of course, i'm not exactly the best cabinet so I'm sure the masters have perfected how to draw a super realistic orange. Ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our next class was HARTDS2 ( History of Art Design...I think). It was a really fun class because Rachel and I were super hyper and we didn't even know why but we just were. We both just cracked up at all the jokes we made and all the jokes our comedic classmates made as well. The top entertainers in our class are Carl and Criss. They're really hilarious in their own way. When Criss was presenting his powerpoint, he kept side-commenting which got Rachel to nickname him as the 'Side-comment King'. His report was on realism and at the part where he's just supposed to show examples of paintings in that era, he basically commented on every picture. Some of the comments I still remember are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(My quotes of his jokes won't do his any justice because it's not the exact words and he was speaking taglish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Painting of a girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"As you can see, this painting is made with realism. Realism is when you paint/draw what you see and in this picture it looks so real that you can see the girl's kapangitan." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Painting of nymphs running around in a field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Now I don't know if nymphs are real but seeing as this is a realism painting and realism is when you paint what you see then I'm guessing totoo nga sila."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Painting of a fox with the title "Fox Hunt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ito naman, wolf oh..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah. I guess it's more of a 'you had to be there' sort of jokes but I swear, we were all dying of laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well that's all for now! :) Cheerio~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-3357441771006385039?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3357441771006385039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=3357441771006385039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/3357441771006385039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/3357441771006385039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wanna-know-purpose-of-sweatervest.html' title='I wanna know the purpose of a sweatervest. &quot;Leave me alone. Can&apos;t you see I&apos;m cold just right here?&quot;'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-1522731802929316569</id><published>2010-10-12T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T23:57:05.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An article for Life Management: "Girls have a higher risk for pregnancy."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The ride to school today was pretty fun. So far Wednesday's school-bound always seem to be something I can look forward to. It must be because of the awesome people I get to ride with like Server, Mundi and Juls. (and Lee but she doesn't really count, you see, because she's my friend and it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mandatory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; that any carpool ride with her would always be fun). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Juls and Mundi make the most hilarious faces and impersonations. Sometimes they can be such boys (just saying that as a payback for calling Leeann and me 'such girls'.) but other times they're sort of like the comedians of carpool and they always seem to liven up everyone's mornings. Server was kind of busy studying but other times when she's not, she's one fun person to talk to. I especially love hearing her make kwento about the funny stories she knows because she usually makes lots of funny faces and changes her voice that makes everything all the more entertaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The only thing that sort of irks me about that certain ride going to school every Wednesday is that my class starts at 9am and we usually arrive super early, like it's not even 8am yet and I'm already at a place where I'll be spending the next 3 hours of my life. To add to that, it's the only subject I have for that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But that's it, though. That's the only thing that's actually wrong with my Wednesday's. It's that I'm in school early because my class, COMGRAP (or also known as Computer Graphics...i think) starts more than an hour later when I arrive. It's all good though because my teacher is a really cool guy. He very youthful and is good at teaching. He also likes to crack up jokes a lot to keep the class' attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What we did for class today was to show each other our homework based on our Photo Manipulation lesson. We basically had to put our faces into another person's body and to make it look as normal as possible. It was real fun seeing everyone else's works. Everyone was pretty skilled in photoshop soI sort of felt bad that I was kind of behind but I guess the ones I made could be labelled as 'half-decent' at the least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was actually supposed to have another class today. It's actually just a make-up class of FREHAND (I'm not sure what it stands for but it's a drawing class). I'm going to have that class tomorrow anyway so hopefully he won't be giving the one's who are attending any homework because he has yet to check the other homework which he gave us last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I finally got home after that one class, I asked my mom if I could get myself a dog because frankly, I don't think Papi (my ate's dog) likes me very much. He never goes to me when I call his name and he never seems to want me to pet him. But I swear I've been nice to him! I always give him food and rub his stomach but all I get is nada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My mom said, "Next time," which translates into my head as, "Summer" because the only thing my mom is worried about with having a dog is that no one would potty train him. (I'm planning to get a boy dog, by the way, because they don't get periods) and summer would be the only time I'd have to be able to train my dog properly. I've already thought up of a name for my soon-to-be-dog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pepito. :) Well since everyone's name in my family starts with a P, why not continue with the tradition, ey? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well that's all for now! Flame'yo Hotmen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-1522731802929316569?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1522731802929316569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=1522731802929316569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/1522731802929316569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/1522731802929316569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/article-for-life-management-girls-have.html' title='An article for Life Management: &quot;Girls have a higher risk for pregnancy.&quot;'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-2480526931340051500</id><published>2010-10-11T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T03:38:05.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to a bar the other day that only played 70s music. At first I was afraid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Having no class on Tuesdays is glorious. It's a weekday where you can wake up later and a weekday where you can finish up all that homework for the rest of the week. It's pretty awesome, though I sometimes still wish I had no classes on Friday rather than Tuesdays. But beggars can't be choosers, I guess and I should just be happy with what I've got. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Speaking of being happy, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;want to go to Frutti Froyo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;bad (yes, happy equals froyo). It just opened right across West Gate so it's really close to home now. Honestly, I've only tried Frutti Froyo once and that was in a gas station near Ateneo. I never forgot how good and cheap it was. It was self-service so you could get as much toppings as you want then its price would be its weight. Genius! Totally better than paying 40 bucks for just 3 toppings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hmm. I should probably start working on my project for my coloring class but it's due next week anyway. I really hate coloring. It's so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;bloody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;hard. (Yeah, that's me trying to speak like an english person. I have been watching way too much Merlin.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And speaking of Merlin, I hope I'll be able to get my barkada hooked on it. Mica seems to be quite taken to it already, thanks to Dena! (bless her soul for spreading the Merlin love :D) The people I'm currently trying to influence are Lee (she seems to want to watch it already just so she can relate to the things I ramble about to her), Soph (she hasn't replied to the video I sent her on facebook) and Pat (my biggest challenge. influencing someone from another country! haha). One day, I really hope for us to have a Merlin Marathon together. It'd be a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, that's all for today. Flame'yo Hotmen! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-2480526931340051500?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2480526931340051500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=2480526931340051500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/2480526931340051500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/2480526931340051500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/went-to-bar-other-day-that-only-played.html' title='Went to a bar the other day that only played 70s music. At first I was afraid.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-5136632344081957071</id><published>2010-10-11T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T03:10:48.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I sent an email with a picture of boomerang. The address was invalid so it was sent back to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Finally. I've decided to make a post. After reading Isa and Pat's blogs, I've been inspired to write more in my own. Even though no one really pays attention to my blog, I don't really mind. Blogs are a way for one to let out their feelings and apparently it helps a lot. But for me, blogging my life will help answer the question a lot of people have been asking me recently, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"How's life, Pau?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What's up, Pau?" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"How have you been, Pau?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Make kwento, Pau!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I think it's my bad memory that causes me to forget everything that happened before that question was asked of me because I really have no interesting, worth-listening-to kwento's to share about my life! So I thought that maybe blogging will help me keep track of what exactly has been going on. I mean nothing sucks about my life right now. Nothing sucks enough for me to be really mad about and to cry myself to sleep to. Nothing romantic either. I don't have a big enough crush on anyone to make a fuss about. The only thing I do fawn over when it comes to guys are my he-doesn't-know-it-but-he's-my-husband celebrity crushes. No one really wants to hear about that! Maybe if I had a twin who thought exactly like me, I could make kwento to myself but that's already possible (well not the suddenly appearing twin part) it's called daydreaming, which I am guilty of doing...a lot. (God must be tired of watching me imagine scenario's of what I'd do when I meet my celebrity crushes) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So no depression kwento's, no crush kwento's and no drama kwento's either. I'm just content, I guess. So far, my college is really chill (well according to the senior's from my college, that's just a "for now" thing) and my family may have our problems but it doesn't hurt to always look at the bright side of things and know that it will get better and it actually does. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So to all those people who ask me how my life has been, all I can reply is either some lame, uninteresting story that happened earlier in class or just a, "'s'been good." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm sorry if it's not the answer you guys were hoping for and maybe you guys only asked how my life has been to be polite but all those things I just mentioned up there literally runs in my head whenever that question pops up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pau. is. content. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That's it. Maybe that's what I should say next time but in a less not-third-person, none-awkward-making situation, kind of way because being content is awesome and I wouldn't want to have it any other way. :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-5136632344081957071?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5136632344081957071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=5136632344081957071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5136632344081957071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5136632344081957071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-sent-email-with-picture-of-boomerang.html' title='I sent an email with a picture of boomerang. The address was invalid so it was sent back to me.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-1282473862093533769</id><published>2010-01-12T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:53:04.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to tape my thumbs to my hands to see what it's like to be a dinosaur.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today...I visited Ateneo! :D Yay! Got to see so much people I haven't seen in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So there was Sophie, Mica, Carmel, Nachi, Javi, Ton (FOR LIKE WHAT 1 MINUTE THAT ONAMA), Pat Rem, Bea A, Betsss, Kitkat, Lok, Mikey, Franco and and and yeah. T'was fun 8D hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;OH AND I SAW MY NUMBER ONE LOCAL CELEBRITY CRUSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Robi Domingo :"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hihihihihi :)) so babaw but yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my first time to actually SEE him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and he was wearing yellow pa. I swear he's the pinoy version of Nino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh and I have a new husband now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We've been married for two days. I met him three days ago :"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MIR!! from MBLAQ. So cute. So now I have 9 husbands :"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hihihihihihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;k i'm off to watch more videos of him :} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/S0xrfUoLwrI/AAAAAAAAAMs/YBUKr3klZI4/s320/Mir.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425829836931973810" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-1282473862093533769?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1282473862093533769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=1282473862093533769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/1282473862093533769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/1282473862093533769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-like-to-tape-my-thumbs-to-my-hands-to.html' title='I like to tape my thumbs to my hands to see what it&apos;s like to be a dinosaur.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/S0xrfUoLwrI/AAAAAAAAAMs/YBUKr3klZI4/s72-c/Mir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-1404376968180313254</id><published>2010-01-08T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:53:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proofread carefully to see if you any words out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yay! I finally decided to blog again here in blogspot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I have been really into tumlr and slightly only with twitter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HAHAHA! But yeah that's okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tumblr is so fun. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It has like so many cool pictures and strange finds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm even able to follow my kpop fandom through there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So it's awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then I'm also able to learn more about Walt Disney. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anywaaaaaaaay right now. it's a friday. my term break has now started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but will be getting course cards on Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;then visit ateneo on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;then i dunno what to do after those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited tomorrow for minky's brother's piano recital @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;he's always so amazing D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wish I could play that that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It'd be so fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then I could even learn the songs fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and play anything I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Haaaay...:)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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out.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-8444317848450844182</id><published>2009-08-04T01:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:54:58.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When someone close to you dies, move seats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;So Erika's debut was AWESOME. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I got to see people I haven't seen for a long time. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;And there's just TOO much of them to name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;BC WORE SOMETHING GIRLY &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;hehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;And Erika was soooooooooooo preeeeeeeeeetty and her voice...I MISSED IT SO MUCH! D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;uhuhuhuhuhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;And the CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN. Mmmmm that was some good stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Plus the crepe...Mmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;AND I MISS ISA FRAN :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hahaha okay I've lost my blogging energy :)) I'm nat good at blogging, mehn. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-8444317848450844182?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8444317848450844182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=8444317848450844182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8444317848450844182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8444317848450844182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-someone-close-to-you-dies-move.html' title='When someone close to you dies, move seats.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-374675626284629097</id><published>2009-08-04T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:13:32.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-374675626284629097?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/374675626284629097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=374675626284629097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/374675626284629097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/374675626284629097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-8976240431819749420</id><published>2009-07-29T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:54:53.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientists have demonstrated that cigarettes can harm your children. Fair enough. Use an ashtray.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I haven't blogged in such a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;BUT I DUNNO WHAT TO BLOG ABOUT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;asdfghjkl;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hahaha. The End. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to blog about Erika's debut. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-8976240431819749420?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8976240431819749420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=8976240431819749420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8976240431819749420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8976240431819749420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/scientists-have-demonstrated-that.html' title='Scientists have demonstrated that cigarettes can harm your children. Fair enough. Use an ashtray.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-7992504170831552883</id><published>2009-06-14T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:53:37.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How is it possible to have a civil war?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yay! I'm not going to Hong Kong anymore! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My mom forgot to buy my plane tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or did she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BWAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay I really don't know but I'm glad to stay here in the Philippines for my birthday. =/ Instead of...out there somewhere. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh and yesterday I watched the Baila Recital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Minky! Mica! The memories we made. I missed it. I saw Neil! He recognized meeee!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hahaha yay! 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wish I could join again. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But they're so far. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-7992504170831552883?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7992504170831552883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=7992504170831552883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7992504170831552883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7992504170831552883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-is-it-possible-to-have-civil-war.html' title='How is it possible to have a civil war?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-4476051225175767094</id><published>2009-06-13T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:53:42.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you get cornered in a round room?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So yesterday was a fun day. Well the night part of it anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I went to this Birthday Gig of Artu, Joseph and Johncy Agregado (WHO IS GJ'S BROTHER WHICH I DIDN'T KNOW AND THEY'RE 24 YEARS APART IN AGE....amazing). Yeah. It was cooooool!!! 8 bands (i think) each played 3-4 songs. 8D Yeah. They were all awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Glad I bumped into Lorena there. o_o I woulda been like a loner loser. :)) Hahaha! I seriously didn't know who to hang with since I just knew the people there but not...close with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway. My mom said I'll be spending my birthday in an airplane. o_O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Going to leave for Hong Kong tomorrow for some Hong Kong ID thing which has to be changed into adult ID whatever. Then I'll be left there on the 16th cause my mom has a flight so we'll be coming back 17 pa. =/ Yeah. Great. It's not like I was planning on celebrating it anyway. :)) Hahaha yeeeeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-4476051225175767094?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4476051225175767094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=4476051225175767094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4476051225175767094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4476051225175767094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-you-get-cornered-in-round-room.html' title='Can you get cornered in a round room?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-1698556005946821780</id><published>2009-06-11T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:53:47.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm so bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I shall blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Benilde's will start at June 19 pa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;WHAT WILL I DO?! D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;By June 15, everyone else will have school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Except for...those who will have pa on June 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't even know what to do on June 17. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Greet Nino a Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o.o -sighs- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wanna read more magikus from cathy. Even if it's so OOC!!! :)) hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-1698556005946821780?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1698556005946821780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=1698556005946821780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/1698556005946821780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/1698556005946821780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/experience-is-wonderful-thing-it.html' title='Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-5636666701912710959</id><published>2009-05-22T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T05:44:23.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns because they taste funny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm a college student na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;While everyone else is gonna have their first day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I apparently already had mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've already experienced saying and writing, "Oh I studied in Woodrose." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Past tense. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;STUDIED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I USED TO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I WAS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay senti feelings aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I had like the best first day ever. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I felt so loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone wished me a "Good Luck on your first day!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so glad they did. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It made me...feel better! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pat even made a vid but she can't seem to post it!!! @_@ I wanna see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then Soph, Mica and Carms even came to pick me up on my first day of school. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So sweet of them~~ &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I made good friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I need to get to know them more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But being with them for 3 days na...the real me is slowly coming out hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;xD cause i like to hide by being shy but now I can tell them jokes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Even though they say it's lame...:)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And even though they tease my alabang tagalog accent. =/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-sighs- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;whatever. hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope everyone else will have a good first day of school just like me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My building is pretty but I wish it had some color green. @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;like...staring at white kinda hurts my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I know green is the color that relaxes the eyes...or was it mind. basta it's a relaxing color. someone told me. -sighs- oh well. it's still pretty. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-5636666701912710959?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5636666701912710959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=5636666701912710959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5636666701912710959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5636666701912710959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-true-that-cannibals-dont-eat.html' title='Is it true that cannibals don&apos;t eat clowns because they taste funny?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-1743965578820674438</id><published>2009-05-14T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T04:29:43.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you get cornered in a round room?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today Soph, Carms and I went to PhilSci then Ateneo then EastWood then UST. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whatta fun and random day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Planned to watch a movie but arrived late so we decided to do random stuff na lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We used the photobooth, played in a place kinda like timezone...i think it's called powerstation. then we tried to use the massage chairs but they were selling it pala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaha. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I want more days like this with my barkada. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was like an amazing fieldtrip. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-1743965578820674438?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1743965578820674438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=1743965578820674438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/1743965578820674438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/1743965578820674438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-you-get-cornered-in-round-room.html' title='Can you get cornered in a round room?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-7589070877998436483</id><published>2009-05-11T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T06:46:52.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers have the best candy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Orientation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ah yes. Had to go all the way to Benilde again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I slept at 4 am and woke up at 5 am...o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was nervous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, so I went to Benilde and had no idea where the orientation was going to be held cause all the paper thingy said was, "DLS-CSB Campus" and I was like, "Okay...where there?" So i walked around a bit then even went out to find the SDA Building and felt so lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I EXPERIENCED THE REAL WORLD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay not really but it felt like it and it was pretty darn scary and I don't want to have that feeling ever again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So then, I went back to the Main Entrance of Benilde where I came from and asked the guard to let me in again for the Orientation and THIS TIME he tells me to wait in the driveway place. Well if ONLY he told me the first freakin' place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway so I was waiting there with other nervous FROSH (that's what they called us...instead of Freshmen) and they were wearing Green while I was wearing the Black, "We Made History" Green Team shirt. Hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then I checked my time and it was 7am. I was 1 hour early. =/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I started texting Katrise to ease my...nervousness? Hahaha and I looked like such a loner so I also tried to look cool by eating gum and totally look not-nervous but I don't think it worked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then at 8:30 (typical to be 30 minutes late. It's the Spaniards I tell you! KAPITAN HENERAL!!!!EL FILIBUSTERISMO.....) the people in charge called us and told us to register in the second floor then go up the fifth floor and take our seats in the theatre place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I did just that and when I got to the Theatre place I kinda looked like a loser cause I forgot that I was blind and so i had to walk all over the place to find where my class is seated at. My class happens to be FMA-1. Well...yeah...I guess being one of the first to enroll...I would get such a result. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There's a side of me that wishes I never went to enrollment early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After all that walking, I finally found my block which was to the front left of the room...then I sat in the third row, middle seat. :D I was alone in the row for awhile haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I looked around and saw my blockmates. But then I was blind so I didn't really get to have a clear sight of their features or whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, the orientation part consisted of a cool host. Okay there were two hosts but the guy that looked like Luis was so funny! He was trying to make us alive cause we were so dead and quiet. Hahaha it was so cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;During the Lupang Hinirang, there was a dance number. It was a little weird at first, dancing to the national anthem and the group of people dancing didn't seem to follow the beat. Then I found out later that they were all deaf. o_o That is pretty amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay so other cool stuff that happened was the Student Council people most especially the president who looked like a cute teddy bear to me and he was so galing in imitating people's voices like GMA!!! and some other senator and newsreporter people i don't know but it was girl voices and he was a guy and it was so freakin awesooome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After all that (and some dancing and acting I'd like to skip), we were finally going to be seperated to our blocks. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So they put us in classrooms and my block and I were introduced to new hosts! I kinda forgot their names but they were nice yet ADD-ish people. But that's what made them funny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The introduction part was so awkward. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was written on the board:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1.) Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2.) Nickname&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3.) What is the sexiest part of your body? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...so number three kinda caught us all off guard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Most people just answered hair and eyes. haha! I answered hair and said I was just kidding. o_o...geez. so awkward D: even thinking about it makes me...@_@ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was kinda glad that we didn't have to say what school we're from but then after the 5th person had her intro done, the hosts were like, "Oh and tell us what school you were from." ...just my luck. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway after that they fed us Red Ribbon's...Ensaimada...is that how it's spelled? =.= ohwell whatever. hahaha then they gave us iced tea apple drinks~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After that, there was another game. An even more awkward one. It was called the, "Do You Love Me?" game. So all the chairs in the classroom were like against the walls creating a huge space in the middle of the room. All of us occupied the seats...and yeah. So the rules were like there's an it and she/he has to go up to someone (and it had to be the opposite gender...they were strict with that...-.-) and ask that person, "Do you love me?" if the person answers yes then everyone has to change their seats...like run to the farthest seat from your chair and whoever doesn't have a seat is the next it. If the person says no then you have to ask, "why?" then the person will have to say stuff like, "I only love people wearing green shirts." so only the people with green shirts will change seats and yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I became an it at one point. D: So I asked na lang the host if he loved me. hahaha easiest way out. 8D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then after that game we had a break so people went to the CR and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then we ate lunch. Jolibee chicken. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Theeen we had another game. This one was called Fuzion. This was the most awkward game they made us play. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's so hard to explain but we were grouped into two and then we had to make a circle. A very tight circle. As in no space between the two people beside you. And you had to be facing that person's back. Then everyone sits back so it's like we're sitting on the laps of the person behind us while the person in front of you is sitting on your lap. o_o -sighs- Woodrose would not have allowed that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway after that we also played this Sushi roll game. So we formed a line (doesn't have to be straight...it was more like a curvy G) then the person at the inner point of the curvy G would jump and turn around and bring the other person he's holding hands with him and then we all squish together like a sushi roll. It was kinda fun xD I bet it woulda been funnier to just watch though cause it was tiring to keep jumping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay then after that game and another short break (and some stuff about our the school and what we need to know) we had another game but this time, everyone actually enjoyed it. It was like speed dating but it didn't have to be the opposite gender and it was more like being able to get to know one another more. It was way helpful but we didn't get to finish it cause we had to go to our campus tour. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone was like, "wait! we wanna finish this! this game is actually helping us know each other!" and I totally agree. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Too bad we didn't finish it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I found out that it was so easy for me to talk to girls...and so hard for me to talk to guys. o_o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Must be the all girls school thing i got going haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I remember someone having the same birth month as me though! June 22. I think it was a guy who said it...i forget the name though. D: -sighs- not good with names...well sometimes. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So then we had the campus tour and yaddah yaddah then we watched the cheersquad do their thing in the basketball court and they had a banner and then it ended...at 2:30pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHEN IT SAID IT WOULD END AT 4:30 PM IN THE PAPER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Soooo...I had to tell my car to come pick me up na. =/ and i had to wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and yeah that part just really annoyed me. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But other than that it was kinda fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I made a friend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well friend being we actually exchanged phone numbers (which reminds me, I have to change the wallpaper of my phone so I could save the embarassment of explaining who that person is...Kibum D: ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THE END. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So sleepy na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't wanna check for grammatical or typographical errors. Dx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-7589070877998436483?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7589070877998436483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=7589070877998436483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7589070877998436483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7589070877998436483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/strangers-have-best-candy.html' title='Strangers have the best candy.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-8772719689976678520</id><published>2009-05-02T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T06:11:26.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It hurts too much when people have to leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-8772719689976678520?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8772719689976678520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=8772719689976678520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8772719689976678520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8772719689976678520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-4471407145079646519</id><published>2009-04-30T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T04:13:27.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If the sky is the limit, then what is space, over the limit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been playing Suikoden non-stop for two days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got hooked! Nyuuu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean usually it's hard for me to get hooked to RPG games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But in this DS game they actually talk so I got aliw. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh no...if I find out the others can talk pala ...I'm...not gonna have a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THIS GAME IS SO LONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I NEED TO FILL THE FORMS AJDFGLAJKDGLAGFA...ugh. college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-4471407145079646519?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4471407145079646519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=4471407145079646519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4471407145079646519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4471407145079646519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-sky-is-limit-then-what-is-space-over.html' title='If the sky is the limit, then what is space, over the limit?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-7944573297202846861</id><published>2009-04-28T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T06:00:27.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If a word is mispelled in the dictionary, is it mispelled?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I should fill out my forms for enrollment but i'm too tamad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate filling out forms. D8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And now I want a DSi because Lee said that it has wifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And it's most probably free. D: as long as there's internet where you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I WANT. D8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;getting jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well i'll see what Nino has first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it helps me choose a color =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When i see what color he chose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway. today I watched 17 Again with Sophie and Mica. 8D t'was a beautiful movie hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;very woodrose. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i mean like...in the whole...whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm tamad to go into details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I found out that my mom was in the Hong Kong airport at the same time Super Junior M was!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so jealous right now it's not even funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...yeah that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I feel unprepared for college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but i guess everyone feels that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-7944573297202846861?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7944573297202846861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=7944573297202846861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7944573297202846861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7944573297202846861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-word-is-mispelled-in-dictionary-is.html' title='If a word is mispelled in the dictionary, is it mispelled?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-5944181170207628012</id><published>2009-04-23T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:39:22.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Man. It's been awhile since I've experienced crying alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate it so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel so emo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But it's all Pat's fault! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She made me cry. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Her last words to me were...something that shouldn't even be said outloud. D8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She's so LAME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean I wasn't crying when Lee, Meek and I saw her off at the Airport (okay Shakey's but it was beside the airport) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but what got my tears running was her text message... D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Boarding on the plane now! I shall write long letters for you when I land but for now, pls now i love love love you. I can't and don't want to imagine life without you. Thanks for the best years ever! Sorry if I don't show it all the time but you guys are the best ppol i have ever met! Take care! God bless!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Pat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Okay darnit. I'm crying again. After typing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to imagine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that she actually just didn't leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She's just grounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Her parents are so strict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's why she can't go to our barkada outings anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We were supposed to watch 17 Again together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's just that...she's grounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or not allowed to go out like she always is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But at least I know she's still there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Ayala Alabang, in her house near cuenca...in that dead end place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Probably doing her pilates or watching educational or college videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wouldn't have to worry about the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If ever she's awake or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If i can chat with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or will i be asleep while she's online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not even sure if I'm making any sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who's going to help me get through my life problems, now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She was my Dr. Phil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't feel ready to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i hate this D; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't wait for 6 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Will we still remember each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Will we have still been in contact?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;air-hugs aren't enough for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It hurts so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've already had so much other important people leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;..............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;darnit D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just heard from soph that pat was crying on the plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;just great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;brb getting more buckets for my tears. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-5944181170207628012?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5944181170207628012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=5944181170207628012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5944181170207628012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5944181170207628012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-everything-is-coming-your-way.html' title='When everything is coming your way, you&apos;re in the wrong lane.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-4176492993559599987</id><published>2009-03-26T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T05:29:57.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never hit a man with glasses. Hit him with a baseball bat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish I wasn't tamad to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well I shall blog now. 8D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So today we had graduation practice. I came kinda late...like...8:45 am. Hahaha! Then during the talk, ms. Q and ms. K had a bit of a squabble. I wonder if they're like that all the time. o_o I mean, I thought they were close being religion teachers and all hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then we practiced our grad song. It's a nice song. I didn't know it'd be that slow but whatever. But I still wish it were in tagalog. Like what BC said about Erika's song. That would've been cool. Like Gng. said. When it's in your own native language, you feel it more. So yeah. It's her birthday btw today so HAPPY BIRTHDAY GNG!!!! Hahaha my tutor. o_o I wish I had her cellphone number so I could've greeted her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then after that I spontaneously invited myself to Leeann's house because I don't like being cooped up in my house. I like going out now! Hahaha! So I went to Lee's house and BC and Erika were there. Sayang. Sana I brought my piano book. It had lyrics of Disney Songs and Erika was in a singing mood at that moment. She should just seriously become famous already so she can record songs and I won't have to keep asking her to sing. I can just buy her CD and make it replay over and over again. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wow it that redundant? D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, BC and Erika left early. Like 20 minutes of being there lang hahaha. So I was with Lee and we watched a bit of Big Bang and Super Junior. Oh and before that we watched some Fred...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then we watched Black Ship. Kuro...something haha forgot. Some Anime. Lee was showing it to me cause she tried to read the manga but gave up cause it was weird and decided to watch the anime with me. It's a good thing we were watching it together because if we watched it alone we would've died of boredom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the sypnosis or whatever, it said it's genre is comedy and supernatural...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT WHEN WE WATCHED IT...It revolved around murder, demons, hell, killing people. THIS IS NOT A COMEDY. After watching like 5 episodes, we only laughed TWICE. It was so weird. And there were lots of things that contradicted and the characters would be so bipolar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like the kid would be emo one second then happy the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then there was one where there was this death god or reaper who had a scythe and he said that this can cut through anything so he was trying to kill this demon. Then somehow the tables were turned and the demon had the scythe and he was like, "since this can cut through anything, i'll cut you with it!" (okay, it was way more creative than what i said but that's this gist of it) then when he was about to stab the reaper with the scythe, some other weapon blocks the scythe and it can't cut through...I was like, "I THOUGHT THE SCYTHE COULD CUT THROUGH ANYTHING WTH?!?!?!?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah. We laughed at that. I don't think they even made that part to be laughed at on purpose. Then a lot of the guy characters looked like girls but then it's anime and yeah pretty normal but still. And...some characters were kinda gay. D: Like the cross-dresser reaper. (YES THE REAPER WAS A CROSSDRESSER) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-sighs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then we went out to walk but then saw Matt and somehow he wouldn't let us go because he was grounded so he kept making us kwento about stuff hahaha. So random. o_o But then I started seeing mosquitos on top of our heads and I was like, "Okay Lee, let's go for a walk na!" So yeah, we left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then we met up (HALFWAY DAW) with Erika from her house. Then began walking around Guava. It was dark and there were lots of frogs and cockroaches. D: ergh. Oh and we stopped by Sophie's house and I wanted to see her so I called her name and waited...if she like heard. Then a car came and it was...someone I didn't like so I walked away. Haha I sorta left Lee and Erika. I was kinda rude. =/ But I really couldn't stand that person. I felt like...if I had stayed...I would've said something mean so I had to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then Lee said that I was making a face and she thought I was mad that they didn't follow me kaagad but I wasn't. o_O I think I just looked mad at the fact that I had to see that person's face but I wasn't mad at them. Lee...don't jump to conclusions. xD I seriously wasn't making a face at you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay then after walking around we got to Erika's and watched a bit of American Idol then they made us eat dinner! Mashed Potatoes and Corned Beef. Mmm~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks so much for that~ 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then got picked up by Lee's dad and went home! Woot! End of my day. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-4176492993559599987?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4176492993559599987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=4176492993559599987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4176492993559599987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4176492993559599987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-hit-man-with-glasses-hit-him-with.html' title='Never hit a man with glasses. Hit him with a baseball bat.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-7081144610373017167</id><published>2009-03-18T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:29:40.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do companies offer you "free gifts?" Since when has a gift NOT been free?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wahaha!! Last Retreat with WR Batch 2009 ever!!!! :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It makes me feel so sad. I'm really going to miss everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When we had the Batch Activity, I thought it would be boring and no one would cry but...I cried! Waaaah!!! I cried when Ana Del was telling me stuff and it just depressed me how everything's not going to be the same again. x.x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway. My barkada and I stayed in Laguna Hills. That's a first for us because we were in West Wing last year. I had low expectations for Laguna Hills because I thought the food would not be as good as West Wing. In the end, I was right. The food wasn't as good as West Wing's food. But even if the please wasn't as big as West Wing, the bedroom's were a lot bigger that could fit the whole barkada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I guess I also liked how it was less people and quieter, making it easier for me to concentrate in talking and praying to God. o_o And Father Penacova is SO CUTE!!! :)) He's like one of the funniest priests ever!! He laughs at his own jokes and makes the funniest expressions! And he has awesome green eyes. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then when Father Belarmino (spelling??) came by to give us his talk thing, we saw his YM! it was frbelarmino (okay basta it's fr and then his last name which I'm not sure of the spelling) It was so funny! :)) We were like, "Father! Can we add you??" Hahaha! Then we can have confession or spiritual direction with him whenever he's online or something :)) weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and in the last day of the retreat, our last meal would be lunch, and the servers did the NICEST THING EVER! They had this whole set up where our food was in like some buffet thing and then there was music playing (like old songs, I forgot what but it's those classy ones) and then there were even decorations and it was so nice of them! We said thank you to them! 8D Hehe they're so cute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And yeah. I'm tamad to enumerate the other things that happened but it was fun. The things we did were:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1.) Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2.) Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3.) Pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...I'm serious. After we eat, we go straight to our rooms and rest. Then after we rest, we go and pray in the chapel. Then after the chapel, we eat again and it's a cycle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8D Then there. Hehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-7081144610373017167?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7081144610373017167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=7081144610373017167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7081144610373017167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7081144610373017167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-companies-offer-you-free-gifts.html' title='Why do companies offer you &quot;free gifts?&quot; Since when has a gift NOT been free?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-7067437471527805798</id><published>2009-03-06T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T03:53:30.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from, morons?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't believe it. It was the last day today. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;March 6, 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Shoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;IV-A! Even though I didn't want to be in that class since I felt OP most of the time, all the funny moments I'm able to share with everyone, I'm going to cherish all that. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like the random moments of Cowper. And how I can just randomly hug anyone like Marion, BC, De Guia, Lorena and whoever else. Being kulit by Lorraine and Pat Rem to get my prom pic. Hearing Roseanne's singing voice in between classes and sometimes during classes (that's eco for you). Pat Rem and the things she sells. Erika Reyes with her awesome and hilarious side comments "Ayan na, Wala na. Uwi ka na." Having a mom and grandmother as our class adviser. (Mama C and GNG ftw!) Bong, Lorraine, Nikka and Erika's weirdest dances and songs that they just randomly make. Gushi always there to help people out when needed. (GMA! FTW!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Though I admit I wasn't entirely happy about spending my senior life in a different section from my whole barkada, it was still all a great experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I wouldn't have it any other way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But now we're known as Batch 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The last time we'll ever be mentioned as a part of IV-A...will be grad. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...I hope I graduate. o_o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha! Seriously. I have this weird feeling that I won't. I need to pass Philo. I really don't wanna have summer since I'll barely have a summer what with CSB starting on May. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-7067437471527805798?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7067437471527805798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=7067437471527805798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7067437471527805798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7067437471527805798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-electricity-comes-from-electrons.html' title='If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from, morons?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-6299075855381084581</id><published>2009-02-14T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T02:17:55.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If two wrongs don't make a right, then how come two negatives make a positive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YAY! I GOT IN BENILDE!!! 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay. Now I am happeh. But I will not give in to senioritis pa rin. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway. Today. Is. Valentine's Day. Wow. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I greeted my daddeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah~ 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And hmm...oh o_O my mom bought me na a new laptop. For my graduation gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is her plan. She says if I don't graduate. She's gonna take it back. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah. Instead of making myself work hard so I can get a laptop...she already gives me one. So it's like, with it, I work harder because I don't want it to be taken away. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah. That's my mom's tactics. She did that to my older sister. She bought her Tiffany jewelry (Original hah! from New York pa.) o_O And also told her it's a graduation gift and that if she doesn't pass then she'll take it back. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haaay~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-6299075855381084581?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6299075855381084581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=6299075855381084581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/6299075855381084581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/6299075855381084581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-two-wrongs-dont-make-right-then-how.html' title='If two wrongs don&apos;t make a right, then how come two negatives make a positive?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-935066784840960806</id><published>2009-02-13T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:44:51.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd like to help you out. Which way did you come in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How can this guy be 25 years old...turning 26 this year?! ...(on the same day as me btw 8D) Oh Nino. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SZWHJ3piOSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HubCldvJrtg/s1600-h/6a00e398cd583f0001011015e7918f860b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SZWHJ3piOSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HubCldvJrtg/s320/6a00e398cd583f0001011015e7918f860b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302292739925358882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...yeah this is one of the most recent pics...of him. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-935066784840960806?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/935066784840960806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=935066784840960806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/935066784840960806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/935066784840960806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/id-like-to-help-you-out-which-way-did.html' title='I&apos;d like to help you out. Which way did you come in?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SZWHJ3piOSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HubCldvJrtg/s72-c/6a00e398cd583f0001011015e7918f860b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-2674625703610075186</id><published>2009-02-13T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T04:15:19.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ah. A lonely friday night. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well my younger sister celebrated her bday but ohpleeeease :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like I would go out with her and her little friends. &gt;.&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My seniority! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And tomorrow shall be as boring. Well I have piano but realleh. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Which reminds me I should practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and I just watched Kara perform their newest song "Honey" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8D It's pretty catchy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean not as funny as "Pretty Girl" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...'if you wanna pretty?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway and the cool thing is Nicole raps! 8O didn't see that one coming. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well that is all. o_o good night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-2674625703610075186?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2674625703610075186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=2674625703610075186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/2674625703610075186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/2674625703610075186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-olive-oil-comes-from-olives-where.html' title='If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-6713608110501287105</id><published>2009-02-11T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T06:11:52.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I bought myself a parrot. The parrot talked. But it did not say, "I'm hungry." So it died.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lalala. o_O Um. Yeah. Anyway. I dunno na. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm done with IP? 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Glad i didn't have to cram that! Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I did creative writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AND my mom bought a new printer! Now it doesn't make loud sounds, doesn't shake the whole stand of the computer and doesn't wake up the whole neighborhood when I print. 8D it's awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's also a scanner,...xerox'er...and...picture printing er. o_O and...yeah. I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's name is Brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No srsly it says brother. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway. I wanna ride carpool na for college. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's actually the only thing i'm looking forward to realleh. =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and today I got to play piano with Armaine in the music room! Haha FINALLY. Well technically we played the keyboard cause they locked up the pianos...SRSLY WHY DO PEOPLE HAVE TO LOCK PIANOS. THEN WHAT IS ITS USE IF NOT BE PLAYED?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mancom's idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tsss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-6713608110501287105?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6713608110501287105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=6713608110501287105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/6713608110501287105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/6713608110501287105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-bought-myself-parrot-parrot-talked.html' title='I bought myself a parrot. The parrot talked. But it did not say, &quot;I&apos;m hungry.&quot; So it died.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-8296659123318612931</id><published>2009-02-09T04:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:10:35.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day I was riding an escalator and tripped. I was falling down the stairs for an hour and a half.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm glad I passed...o_o okay except for Philo. Well techinically I passed Philo 3rd quarter...it's just that my average is phail so I must work harder. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OKAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha somehow I dunno why I don't have senioritis. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Also Kat Pertz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We're awesome like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-8296659123318612931?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8296659123318612931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=8296659123318612931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8296659123318612931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8296659123318612931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-day-i-was-riding-escalator-and.html' title='One day I was riding an escalator and tripped. I was falling down the stairs for an hour and a half.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-6362188504897587572</id><published>2009-02-02T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:04:54.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is the word abbreviation so long?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish I could contribute for my Eco Group in the business thing but I srsly suck at entrepreneurship and i got low on that and yeah. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So i shall sit back and be ordered around na lang since i can't contribute much. D: Huwaaah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Um what else.  Oh...I wish...I could go to Bangkok on Feb 6 and 7...BECAUSE TWO OF MY HUSBANDS WILL BE THERE. Yes Taemin and Kibum-- HOTWAIT THREE PALA...Henry will also be there...well I hope hahaha. AND I WOULD BE SO HAPPY...Er...I wonder if BoA's gonna be there but oh wells. It could've been 4 husbands but I divorced Changmin. D; -sighs- IF ONLY YOU WERE A GOOD PERSON...or didn't reveal much stuff that I didn't need to know...=.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And today...was yeah. o.o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh kay. there. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-6362188504897587572?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6362188504897587572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=6362188504897587572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/6362188504897587572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/6362188504897587572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-is-word-abbreviation-so-long.html' title='Why is the word abbreviation so long?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-9164151958006548007</id><published>2009-01-20T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:18:14.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it wasn't for the TV and the fridge being so far apart, some of us wouldn't exercise at all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was Papa Kangin's...so HAPPY BIRTHDAY~~~ Heehee~ 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Oh and. o_o I wanna help someone out like real bad...and so does the rest of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We hope that you know that we care. We really do care. Even though sometimes...we may make you OP during some of the discussions...don't worry sometimes even I get OP...but we haven't stopped caring about you so we really wanna help :) but for us to help is for you to tell us everything about this. =D so yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-9164151958006548007?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9164151958006548007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=9164151958006548007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/9164151958006548007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/9164151958006548007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-it-wasnt-for-tv-and-fridge-being-so.html' title='If it wasn&apos;t for the TV and the fridge being so far apart, some of us wouldn&apos;t exercise at all.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-516714283538489568</id><published>2009-01-01T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:26:36.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't is it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do "practice"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YAY! My 100th post. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o_o erm. But it's not like anyone cares. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No one reads my blog much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause people can't really relate to the things I say. So yeah. D; why bother? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyweh. It was Sungmin's Birthday SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. PINK CUTIE! 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And yeah. o_o There.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DUDE. I swear this popped blood vessel thing in my eye sucks. Like...I think there's still 6 more days till it's gonna disappear. And I think I'm gonna be major cramming my...Creative Writing. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ohwells. Hahahahahahaha. That's me laughing nervously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aaaaaand...what else. Well I have been bored. o_o Yeah. Been bored. Nothing to do. D: No one visits me! -hint hint- haha nah just kidding. I don't even know who I'm hinting to. D: No one even reads this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Um...and...yeah there. o.o I'm so bored. asdfghjkl;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Where's my driver? D: I need to drop off something ergh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-516714283538489568?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/516714283538489568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=516714283538489568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/516714283538489568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/516714283538489568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/isnt-is-it-bit-unnerving-that-doctors.html' title='Isn&apos;t is it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do &quot;practice&quot;?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-5495783063040521658</id><published>2008-12-31T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:26:48.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DUDE. ASDFGHJKL:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FIREWORKS ADD TO POLLUTION?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Urgh. I don't want fireworks. D: They're loud and they pollute the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...and they're loud. Like extremely loud. Like I CAN'T SLEEP WITH ALL THESE NOISE LOUD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Of course that's just me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Most of the world find Firework's awesome and romantic and...cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But...D= yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;asdfghjkl;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay so anyway. YAY 2009!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaha. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so happeh. SUPER JUNIOR'S NEW ALBUM WILL BE COMING OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THAT MEANS...NEW MUSIC VIDEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NEW PERFORMANCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SUPER JUNIOR BACK TOGETHER AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MORE KIBUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my husband whom i miss so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o.o and yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The only not so good is Henry. No more Henry for awhile. But that still kinda makes me happy cause I hope that SM will make him go back to his place (Canada) so he can spend time with his family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oh and HONGKI!!! I hope you'll be okay. ;_; why must you be in the hospital...PAPA KANGIN PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOUR BABY BROTHER!!! (okay whatever you're not really related but you two really look alike...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and HYORI LEE!!! D= (kazu's girlfriend) Please get better!! ;__; can't believe you lost 15 pounds in 10 days. THAT'S NOT HEALTHY!!!! waaah don't over do pleeeease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Oh I just realized Hongki and Hyori is like one of my favorite pairings. 8D Yes I like to pair them up. Ehehe~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BTW DUDE WHEN I OWN DISNEY THERE WILL BE NO MORE FIREWORKS IN DISNEYLAND. =/ yeah you got that right. xD hahaha. and...oh my yaya just came. eating time. o_o okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LAST MEAL OF 2008? yes. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-5495783063040521658?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5495783063040521658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=5495783063040521658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5495783063040521658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5495783063040521658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-someone-with-multiple-personalities.html' title='If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-6080330828255536773</id><published>2008-12-26T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T05:30:30.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we drive on the parkway and park in the driveway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So Christmas. Ahh~ Last Christmas as a highschool student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been to like...7 christmas parties. D= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But none of them were with relatives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess I'm kinda jealous of other some of the other people's christmas' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They get to have it with their relatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Out of those 7, I think like...3 or 4 were my family and another family's whole clan. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like my family would stand out cause we're not part of their family and it's just so awkward and depressing. D: Seeing them being happy with their own families...i wish my family were like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish I could visit my relatives from america. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love them so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish they could come and visit too since I hate the long plane trips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;asdfghjkl;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just wanna seem them again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Calling them on the phone just doesn't feel enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It gets awkward after the normal questions are asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna hug all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna spend Christmas with my Dad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's been...9 christmas'...without dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I dunno why we didn't spend Christmas with my second cousins instead since my first cousins (both sides of the family) are all in America. But then I think my second cousins and their family might've spent Christmas with the other side of their families (like their own first cousins) in the province or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ugh. and i'm not sadistic so knowing that there are other people that have sadder christmas' than me makes me sadder, okay? D: i feel bad enough. u.u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so there. D: i guess that was my christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On the positive side: the food was good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o.o yeah. that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-6080330828255536773?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6080330828255536773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=6080330828255536773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/6080330828255536773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/6080330828255536773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-do-we-drive-on-parkway-and-park-in.html' title='Why do we drive on the parkway and park in the driveway?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-4044184678691901015</id><published>2008-12-21T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:52:37.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoever said nothing is impossible never tried slamming a revolving door.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then the barkada christmas party was awesooooome...in a way haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So first it was Kaycee, Soph, Mica, Amaw and I. We all went to Zenses. AN AWESOME RESTAURANT YOU GUYS SHOULD TRY OUT. We had reservations. 8D It was kinda cool cause Amaw's bro was best friends with the owner. So yeah. Awesome. Then there was a Wii place outside the restaurant so while waiting for our food we played cooking mama!!!! Hahaha~ fun~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So babaw. Mica cannot cook. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then...the food came. IT WAS DELICIOUS. Like omg drool. HAVE YOU EVER HAD LYCHI? ...okay i dunno how to spell that fruit was it kiwi or lichi...laichi...lichy...laichy...D= UGH BASTA. The fruit...HAVE YOU EVER HAD THAT IN A MEAL? Surprisingly...it was good as a meal. As in REALLY GOOD. then Chicken with lemon and crysanthemum sauce thingy. Sooo goooood. D= Then some beef that was also good. D: ugh. It was the best. It's like the kinda food you see in iron chef. Hahaha. Then...what else...uhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh then they made ice cream in front of us...COOLEST THING EVER. Liquid nitrogen is AWESOME. So the ice cream they gave us was like...if you ate it alone it's just like milk...then they gave us these flavorings...and it was the essences of flowers. o_o IT WAS AMAZING. WE ATE FLOWERS. HAHAHA. The flavors were rose and lavender. The rose was shocking at first bite but then it starts to taste sweet and strawberry like and it's soooo good. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then there was kettle corn...and suddenly they put in liquid nitrogen in the kettle corn...and...IT WAS AWESOME. It was cold and then when you took a bite from it, smoke comes out!!!!! IT WAS SOOOO COOOOL!!!!! 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Liquid Nitrogen...I want some. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We were like asking the waiter and chef if we could have some liquid nitrogen...how much it was and where can we buy it hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haaa~ then after that...went back to Soph's house and did nothing much. just ate KFC and watched some movies like Make It Happen, Quest for Camelot and Swan Princess. The usual hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then Carmel suddenly appears for two minutes then leaves. o_o it went by so fast hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then Kat Pertz came and then yeah. The only ones left for the sleepover were me, soph and kat. so there. hahaha xD that was the partay~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-4044184678691901015?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4044184678691901015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=4044184678691901015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4044184678691901015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4044184678691901015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/whoever-said-nothing-is-impossible.html' title='Whoever said nothing is impossible never tried slamming a revolving door.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-5821314871335392273</id><published>2008-12-21T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:42:18.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference between ignorance and apathy? I don't know, and I couldn't care less.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So the mabolo party was quite fun. =D A lot of people came by~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I went to Lee's house like at 1...and found Kaye, Lea, Zars and Lee trying to nap. ...I would have none of it cause I was hyper. xD So I was like asking them if we could go out and whatever. Then Lee was like trying to find something to wear. o_o Took her...so long...to find an outfit. Hahaha. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then Kaye, Zars, Lee and I went to the park leaving Lea to nap. Then we were like all on the swings for like 15 minutes. o_o just swinging. Kaye and my legs started to hurt but we still kept swinging. Lee was swinging weird...like really weird hahaha. and then...we went back to lea then i fell asleep so i had a nap of my own ...o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then bc and carla came whoo!!!!!!!! then we all ate good food that was there on Lee's dining table. 8D hahaha. I loved...the chicken and gravy...and carbonara. and the rice was unique!!! 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then after that...uhh...Jacob and Naomi came! Whoo~ so I was talking to Jacob for awhile.  (Yes  I am talking about yanna o.o or marianna...i dunno how to spell. basta luis' younger sister.)  then James and Matt came. BC wanted to leave right away hahaha. xD Silly girl. o_o Then I left the room and hung out with Jacob and Naomi outside. Cause if I stayed inside i would've laughed at BC's attempt to be anti-social. o_o I think. Well I dunno what happened inside. xD Hahaha. I just would've laughed at BC's uncomfortableness...I guess? I WAS BEING A GOOD FRIEND?! Or am I? Well whatever. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So everyone was having fun inside and I was outside then BC had to leave and right after BC left, Maica came and that was kinda funny. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then after that I can't remember what happened. There was a point where Erika, Lor and Ana came... and I think also other people but I can't remember. D= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then suddenly we were going to the Tavern Cove thing. So there. We were walking like zombies. or a cult. and Matt had a pellet gun. o_o yeah. That was cult-ish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then we met up with Armaine, Soph and Pat and I think some other people but my memory seems to be failing me. Then we met a korean guy with a baby from a window of a nursery school that looked like a house! they had flat screen tv pa. o_o nakanaman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then Lee was yelling some korean stuff...then he said something in korean and we were like, "???!?!?!" and then I randomly yelled Super Junior. o_O ...cause they rock. HAHAHA. Yeah...and then we left but not without saying Bye! 8D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then we went back to Lee's place then ate again then started talking about random stuff. Amaw and Mica and Carmel came later on. Kat pertz ditched us for her communist family friends people haha i dunno. o_o She was really interested in them. She told us the next day how she shared similar views about whatever with them. ....that girl...O_o i swear hahaha. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway then some of Lee's other friends who we didn't know came like, Cino...Chino? I think that's how you spell...? and Jordan from Australia. =D Cool australian accent! and then...Anton. I kept thinking of Chekov though. o_o Haynaku I totally got wrong in that number in the Lit LT. Anyway what else...uh...-.- hmm...trying to remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh then Pots and James suddenly appeared out of nowhere. ...then...there. =/ okay not that interesting hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Then talked about stuff...all I can remember is talking about Zorro. o_o and how if he was from Spain or from Mexico. Er....yeah? D: ohwells. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then left. o.o Hahaha. xD That's all I can remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-5821314871335392273?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5821314871335392273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=5821314871335392273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5821314871335392273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5821314871335392273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/difference-between-ignorance-and-apathy.html' title='The difference between ignorance and apathy? I don&apos;t know, and I couldn&apos;t care less.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-157343144340393666</id><published>2008-12-21T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:25:36.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If "poli" means many, and "tics" mean bloodsucking creatures, then what does "politics" mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ah. Last Christmas Barkada Party. But Pat, Lee and Minky weren't there. o_o and Carmel was there for 2 minutes. and Kaycee was only there in the beginning. and yeah. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's kinda sad. =/ i mean...it is the last and all. but oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So first the Christmas Party Kwento in School!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Uhh...what happened again? Um...oh Mancom eating our food. o_O TSSSS... asdfghjkl;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hay naku. They're rich enough to get their own freakin' food why do they have to steal from us students who are already paying the freakin' school 100 thousands bucks. WHY?! D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So BC and I were secretly glaring at them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and the presentations were more bonga than last year but woodrose sound system sucks so i hope MANCOM does something about it. &gt;_____&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I felt so teary-eyed when Erika Katalbas was singing during the Chorale performance. o_o I srsly don't know why!!! Hahaha. She's just that good? xD And the chorale was awesome too. Maica and Roseanne were awesome too! 8D Yes everyone. Also BC and Lee were awesome. Okay my grammar is getting horrible but whatever. BC looked so ganado playing the drums. TOTALLY IN THE ZONE. Lee was like going wild with the nugget thing hahaha. She kinda reminded me of this Riku cosplayer...I think it was cause of her hair. o_o (I will show you the vid Lee...o_o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I also got teary-eyed when the Seniors band were singing 'My Heart' and then all the seniors sang with them in the chorus, "Sing me a song~ and I'll sing it back to you~" Well I think that's the lyrics hahaha. xD It was a touching moment. Overwhelming for me. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NIKKI CONE. Is so funny. o_o In her fat-santa suit thing. Omg that girl was trying to pull pa a wedgie and I don't think she knew we were all pointing and laughing from a far. Hahaha I mean this in a good way. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay...what else...oh Mariane looked like a Jpop singer. Then I showed her a video of Nino wearing almost the EXACT same thing Mariane was wearing. All she needed was a thin black tie and BA-BAM. o_o Hahahaha xD that was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and Amaw singing to 7 things and other Miley Cyrus songs. o_O I swear that girl is a FAN. a closet FAN! did I use that expression right? D= well whateber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will make another post for the Mabolo Partay. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-157343144340393666?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/157343144340393666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=157343144340393666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/157343144340393666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/157343144340393666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-poli-means-many-and-tics-mean.html' title='If &quot;poli&quot; means many, and &quot;tics&quot; mean bloodsucking creatures, then what does &quot;politics&quot; mean?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-9035275832348342100</id><published>2008-12-18T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T04:03:59.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it possible for someone to become addicted to therapy? And If so, how would you treat them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm...so i guess everything is okay now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm kinda happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Got to let it all out. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I kinda liked the outcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HELPED ME GET THROUGH THIS. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ahaha~ Well yeah enough about the past. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's see what's in my future...oh...I'M NOT GOING TO HONG KONG!!! D: When will I ever meet any of my husbands?! HUH? MY HUSBANDS!!!! D= Hay naku. Henry...I'm sorry. D: I guess...next time? OR NEVER? Nah maybe more of next time. I mean Super Junior M won the most popular group in China...and Hong Kong...is kinda China but not but still?! o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Urgh. And what else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh BC sprained her knee I think. o_O or stretched a muscle. Well...she's weird cause she's actually happy. her life has become "exciting" hahaha. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And we just had the batch 2009 yearbook pics. THE SUN IN MY EYES. NOT A PRETTY SIGHT. D: I BET I LOOK HORRIBLE IN THE PICTURE then again I can't really be seen so whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and I must learn more piano songs from youtube. o_o it's kinda fun but I wish I didn't have to go downstairs and yeah. OKAY TAMAD TALKING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...then Mabolo party tomorrow! =D YAY!!! Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-9035275832348342100?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9035275832348342100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=9035275832348342100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/9035275832348342100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/9035275832348342100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-possible-for-someone-to-become.html' title='Is it possible for someone to become addicted to therapy? And If so, how would you treat them?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-7843993949896244388</id><published>2008-12-15T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T03:14:18.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If a cow laughs hard, does milk come out its nose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So today. I totally failed music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'M SORRY BC, KARS, MARA, MELA AND GRACE! IZ AL MEH FAULT WE WILL FAIL CAUSE OF ME D= WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway I am surprised Onew is 20 (haha random). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm...Oh yeah and Cathy told me she divorced her one and only husband today. D: Aww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dude I am planning to divorce one of my husbands because I found out that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well basta it's super not a good thing and I dunno if I should divorce him BUT I HAVE SO MUCH PICTURES OF HIM WHAT SHOULD I DO HE'S SO CUTE AND ...actually I think I'm just after his looks. &gt;_&gt; ergh. asdfghjkl;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ugh. I'll make the pros and cons and then decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;asdfghjkl;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So ANNOYED WHY CHANGMIN WHY?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway. What else? o_o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh I have to buy pwesents. I NEED TO BUY PWESENTS FOR MEH FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!! D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and I have learned lots of piano songs through youtube...WHO KNEW YOUTUBE COULD BE SO USEFUL. Maybe it was just me. o_o I somehow learn faster when it's shown to me. And there are lots of tutorials in youtube. So I am happy because it is awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and it's so funny awhile ago, Ana was saying how she and BC are gonna get married. Then I was like saying, you can't marry someone from the same poor barkada! We're too poor to marry each other! And then Ana was like, "OH S***! DIVORCE NOW! WAIT! I'M TOO POOR FOR A DIVORCE!!!!" o_o Hahahaha. xD Ana. So funny that girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8D the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-7843993949896244388?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7843993949896244388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=7843993949896244388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7843993949896244388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7843993949896244388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-cow-laughs-hard-does-milk-come-out.html' title='If a cow laughs hard, does milk come out its nose?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-3366977145921927130</id><published>2008-12-14T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T03:33:44.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If your parents never had children, chances are you won’t either.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay so today. I have piano again at 4-5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...and I did everything na before the day could end so YAY ME?! 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whoo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaha. But then again I have to color my theo. Eh. Ohwells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ohyeah and I'm gonna die in music. Like way die. O_o UGH PHAILURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY ONEW~~~~ &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-3366977145921927130?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3366977145921927130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=3366977145921927130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/3366977145921927130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/3366977145921927130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-your-parents-never-had-children.html' title='If your parents never had children, chances are you won’t either.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-2280367308111777750</id><published>2008-12-13T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:08:47.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, so what's the speed of dark?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hectic. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Omg. I'm so gonna die for music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HEAR THAT BC? WE'RE GONNA FAIL MUSIC CAUSE OF ME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway. Today I went to Dentist for cleaning. o_O yeah. It's weird how I haven't seen my dentist in awhile. Of course people who haven't had braces wouldn't understand &gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then after that went to the Mall to do Christmas Shopping for Trizia. o_o like for her friends. I was being so kuripot. o_O Hahaha. xD In the end we got 16 nice gifts for...600 bucks? I'M GOOD RIGHT? 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;okay maybe not. D: but it's progress? Okay whatever. Hahaha i don't even understand myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then when Triz and I were on our way to buy popcorn for my mama, we were suddenly stopped by an Apple person...you know...from the apple store. Anyway she told us we can get a free postcard pic and play this iphone game and if we're top 5 for the day we win a shirt or bottle whatever. And if we're still in top 5 after the week i think, we win an iphone. So...distraction! My mom came and got the money and bought the popcorn herself while my sister and I tried out the free stuff. o_O Cause...it's free. I'M POOR LIKE THAT. hahaha. Anyway yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The mini canon printer was so cool...and the iphone game was like a race game...and i suck at those. Like there were only 7 people who have played and i was top 5 but that was in the morning so i don't think i'd make it...cause later on in the day i saw lots of guys crowding that place where i played it so i was like, "Fine...D: nevermind." hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After that went back home to eat lunch. My yaya made sushi. I was amazed. o_O so I told her to make me baon sushi on monday! woot~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then went back to ATC for IP with Mara. Had to buy materials for our ping pong experiment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then went to Mara's house. We talked about Secret Santa for awhile. SHE TOTALLY DIDN'T KNOW WHO HER S.S. WAS. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway. thur. then i was 30 minutes late for piano. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and i'm so gonna fail music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oh snd i was also doing math...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;take home quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it took me like 5 tries until i got it =.= ugh math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-2280367308111777750?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2280367308111777750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=2280367308111777750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/2280367308111777750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/2280367308111777750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-so-whats-speed-of-dark.html' title='OK, so what&apos;s the speed of dark?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-8380845680384122357</id><published>2008-12-12T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:02:01.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An optimist is someone who falls off the Empire State Building, and after 50 floors says, 'So far so good!'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEUNGRI AND MINHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well it was Minho's bday like...2 days ago. Hahaha. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah. So. There. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway! Today in school. o_o cried a bit. So awkward am I. Haha. o_o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah. It was awkward. At least Alyssa, Ana and Eunice were there for meeeh~ 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm...yeah I felt OP again but whatever. I'm trying to surpress the emotion. o_o I mean I do that all the time anyweh. It's just that it was hard to keep it in again. So yeah. Anyway. Thur. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am excited for the Mabolo party! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope lots of people go. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause it's a mabolo party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Those parties are always fun~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm...oh and my Lit Discussion was moved to Monday. -.- Hay naku. I WAS SO READY. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YEVGONY KENSHVICH WHATEVER HIS NAME IS. I don't really care. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then I'm gonna be so busy this weekend. o.o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have to do IP tomorrow. So go to Mara's place and then xerox sheet for music and then have piano lesson so i'll ask my teacher if we can do the music project i have cause i'm so gonna die on monday and then i have to do my theo drawing and then study for lit and then do the take-home math quiz which i wish i could've done in school but i am such a lazy bum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...and study for physics quiz about liquid pressure, pascal and those stuff. D: UGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DARN SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and during 1st period of Math, we were talking about our Christmas Party. Mrs. Carreon was panicking kasi so she gave up her subject for the christmas party. BC and I were saying bad stuff about ManCom. Hahaha. Like how they're probably living the life with the 100 million they have. Then they're inviting pa themselves to our christmas party so we have to serve 50 people...asdfghjkl;' THEY ARE SO ANNOYING. THEY SHOULD BE THE ONES GIVING US MONEY FOR OUR CHRISTMAS PARTY! WHERE IS THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT?! I BET THEY CELEBRATE THEIR OWN CHRISTMAS PARTY WITH WINE AND SHRIMP AND RICH STUFF THAT THEY WON'T SHARE WITH STUDENTS. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean what do they do all day?! Sign papers...oh I'm sorry i mean STAMP (MAKES LIFE EASIER HUH?!) ...and then what?! They think of what to do for our school! They add RULES AND LAWS THAT WE MUST FOLLOW...SOMETIMES STUPID RULES LIKE...wearing uniform on Family Day when going to school WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT!? ...-.- ugh. So annoying. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BC...let's rally...after we graduate. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-8380845680384122357?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8380845680384122357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=8380845680384122357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8380845680384122357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8380845680384122357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/optimist-is-someone-who-falls-off.html' title='An optimist is someone who falls off the Empire State Building, and after 50 floors says, &apos;So far so good!&apos;'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-5366315023623566370</id><published>2008-12-11T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:55:50.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to start thinking positive, but I know it won't work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I feel really sad. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like I feel neglected or left-out. During lunch and recess. Sometimes during classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But mostly by my own barkada...I mean not including Lee and Kat Pertz. It's mostly those in section C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I dunno. I'm sorry for being kinda specific. But...it's like I can't relate to them anymore. Is it because I'm not their classmate? Actually I can't relate sometimes to Lee and Kat Pertz, cause they have class stuff too. I'm just all alone in my own class. So during Recess and Lunch, I feel OP. I never felt OP before. ......-sighs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;asdfghjkl;''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can't relate to inside jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sophie, Pat, Mica and Amaw are having a party thing but only for their class barkada. It's like a way to rub it in my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-.- sorry, i just felt bitter about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean there's kwento that they share that they don't even share with me anymore. It hurts. When I overhear their kwentos to each other and I'm just like, "What? Who's that? When was this?" Then I feel like it's become such an annoyance...that maybe I should just keep my questions to myself cause it's not like I deserve to know anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I don't really have much company during classes as well. There's BC but she can't be by my side forever. She has other friends...unlike me. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean I know I'm not like Leeann who can befriend practically anyone she sets her eyes on. I'm just a shy person? well I don't open up much. Or I just can't befriend people as fast. ....I'm way too shy to start a conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For example (random scenario)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Person and I are standing beside each other:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Should I talk to this person beside me? I think I should...But what should I talk about? No that'd be so awkward wag na lang! ...but it's so quiet and I wanna talk to someone. But what to talk about! Oh is that a DS? I have one too! If I bring mine out...NO! So awkward urgh. But it'd look so fun...if we both played our DS' together and became friends! Okay I'll try to start a conversation... hello---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-person leaves na-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;me: ...D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah so it's something like that. o_O I can't handle it. I can't handle this. -.- When will I get over this? It's so annoying these moments of depression I get. I want them to go away. I thought eating chocolates would work and make me feel better. o_o Well it did for awhile. It seems like my only happiness is when I'm in gate 3. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It feels homey...and I don't feel OP. I feel like I finally belong somewhere. Where i can just talk casually and be myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- i feel like crying. I seem like such a useless person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-5366315023623566370?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5366315023623566370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=5366315023623566370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5366315023623566370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5366315023623566370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-going-to-start-thinking-positive-but_11.html' title='I&apos;m going to start thinking positive, but I know it won&apos;t work.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-4762738491245198520</id><published>2008-12-10T04:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:55:31.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kazu's Hair In The Future!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/ST-8ArCuQFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dyUoNy4jVqQ/s1600-h/1225265457_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/ST-8ArCuQFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dyUoNy4jVqQ/s320/1225265457_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278144008041676882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/ST-5cHBD-tI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DKBp7a1TS00/s1600-h/1226891042_Untitled-3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/ST-5cHBD-tI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DKBp7a1TS00/s320/1226891042_Untitled-3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278141180872489682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/ST-5bxThUXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Qyej4OKE1L8/s1600-h/1225265798_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/ST-5bxThUXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Qyej4OKE1L8/s320/1225265798_09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278141175044329842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/ST-5b4Sy2KI/AAAAAAAAALs/8JeKhmww6oM/s1600-h/081119taeminqw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/ST-5b4Sy2KI/AAAAAAAAALs/8JeKhmww6oM/s320/081119taeminqw2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278141176920332450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/ST-5cXF8a2I/AAAAAAAAAMM/tMkwpg3BN8w/s1600-h/002awdra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/ST-5cXF8a2I/AAAAAAAAAMM/tMkwpg3BN8w/s320/002awdra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278141185187933026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's pretty much it. o_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-4762738491245198520?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4762738491245198520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=4762738491245198520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4762738491245198520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4762738491245198520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/kazus-hair-in-future.html' title='Kazu&apos;s Hair In The Future!'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/ST-8ArCuQFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dyUoNy4jVqQ/s72-c/1225265457_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-1520697402598074707</id><published>2008-12-10T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:22:52.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're going to walk on thin ice, you might as well dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today started amazingly. o_o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I was on my way to my classroom (IV-A) and then when I went in...I saw...a glass of orange juice in my cubbyhole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanted to laugh but I didn't so I settled for smiling in an embarrassed fashion. It was weird and strange. I didn't know what to think of it so I just walked away from it. Then I noticed the earlier people who came to school before me, were like looking and smiling at me. So that was kinda weird and suspicious. Then I looked at my desk and saw...BREAKFAST? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As in there was a red cloth over my desk...then a green place mat. Then there was a plate (a REAL PLATE) and like...such presentation. o_o I was like, "WTH?!" When I looked inside the plate (because it was being covered by ANOTHER REAL PLATE) it had hash brown, egg, sausages and rice. It was amazing. o_o Kinda reminded me of Princess Sarah. (I DUNNO WHY I THINK IT'S CAUSE I CAN'T AFFORD THIS KIND OF BREAKFAST AND I'M POOR AND ALL) So yeah. I was like really happy but getting embarrassed at the same time cause people were like, "You're so lucky! Your Secret Santa did this for you!" AND I JUST REALLY WANNA KNOW WHO MY SECRET SANTA IS SO I CAN THANK HER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I also felt bad cause I was gonna give my own Santita, a small teddy bear with a godiva chocolate...THEN I WALK IN TO THIS?! My gulay. *_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I still can't even believe that it happened. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haaaaay~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway what else happened today. Oh for compo, after the continuation of the LT, we went to the projection room...then when we came back from there (because I put the whole set up with the plates and place mat stuff on top of the cubbyholes) ...IT WAS GONE. o_o I was like asdfghjkl;'!!!! I wanted to keep an eye out and see who my secret santa was! Everyone already knew because it was obvious daw who it was. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But the only person I suspect is Lorraine! But I can't imagine her doing that for me. o_o I mean it's so extravagant. And we're not close. So it's gotta be someone else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and during dismissal...I was suddenly pulled away from entering IV-B by Christella. She asked me to ask Kaye Tan what kind of desserts she liked. o_o That was really random because she literally made hila my arm and pulled me to the side. So yeah. Then I awkwardly asked Kaye Tan what her favorite sweets were...then I asked Zars to sound less suspiscious. Then when I walked out of the classroom...Christella was walking to IV-C so I followed her and then she turned to me and was like, "SO WHAT DESSERTS DOES SHE LIKE?" It's so funny how she sounds so excited. But she's not at all excited with her own Secret Santa...o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause Gabbe made kwento that she left a message (since she was Christella's secret santa) on Christella's desk. Like a note or whatever. Saying to come to school early and that she'll give her breakfast. Then Christella turned to the whole class and was like, "I'm coming to school at 7:30!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gabbe was so hurt. xD She was planning sana to buy her Starbucks. AHAHAHA poor Christella...if only she KNEW. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And the Volleyball Varsity jackets look so cool. So stylish. *_* inside and out. the the inside it's like siiiilk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Oh I have to do my creative writing. o_o urgh. Okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love this secret santa stuff. o_o I even have a barkada secret santa now. But I dunno what to do cause I'm kinda tamad...xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and I spray painted with Green Team! Yeah. It was fun. o_o We had to run away from the fumes! WAHAHAHA. o_o okay. THEN ARMAINE BECAME PISSED AT LEEANN...no i'm just kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and Maica said I was awesome today. =D She also said that yesterday which I said yesterday in my blog or did I but I'm too tamad to check so whatever na lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Oh and I got to talk to Eunice's younger-est sister and one of Maica's sisters...I kept patting their heads. o_o THEY ALL HAD THE SAME-ISH HAIRSTYLE. ...or did they. Well I know the little yatco sisters had the same headband...hairband. WHAT. o_o i dunno anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-1520697402598074707?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1520697402598074707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=1520697402598074707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/1520697402598074707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/1520697402598074707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-did-not-fail-i-found-10000-ways-that.html' title='If you&apos;re going to walk on thin ice, you might as well dance.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-6943230794091547154</id><published>2008-12-09T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:32:13.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to start thinking positive, but I know it won't work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My day. Was. Well. I am trying to be...a good secret santa. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o_o yeah. Anyway. thur. so. yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ugh. D: WHAT ELSE SHOULD I DO?! GIVE FOOD? ...o_o not a bad idea...okay i will give food!!! 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now I am talking to myself. Great. I am so uninteresting. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I swear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But Maica said I was awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She followed her to do list. 8D Ahuhuhu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NOW I SHALL GO LOOK FOR A VIDEO OF JUNSU'S TWIN JUNHO OKAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-6943230794091547154?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6943230794091547154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=6943230794091547154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/6943230794091547154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/6943230794091547154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-going-to-start-thinking-positive-but.html' title='I&apos;m going to start thinking positive, but I know it won&apos;t work.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-5709503550647532171</id><published>2008-12-07T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T03:01:57.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get even, I get odder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So today I just had the CSB exam and I'm not sure if I'm so gonna fail that or not. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was like BC and I were on a date...except...a nerdy one cause we took an exam together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;@_@ urgh. That's so weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway my little sister keeps singing Hairspray songs. That girl is so late. &gt;_&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I should be studying for Economics but I'm kinda tamad because I don't know anything and I think I'm just gonna fail...like really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Plus my mom keeps talking about Twilight. She's just like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom: Blah blah Twilight blah blah Edward blah Cullen blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and I'm just like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: I HAVEN'T EVEN READ THE BOOK, MOM. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE TRYING TO RELATE WITH ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Hahaha okay I wasn't that harsh but yeah. o_o She watched the interviews of Robert and the girl-who-played-Bella-and-whose-name-escapes-me on youtube! So yeah pretty much--OH HOLY SO THAT'S WHAT I FORGOT TO DO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I FORGOT TO DO MY CREATIVE WRITING. No wonder I felt like something was missing. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was looking at my planner book and was like, "Whaaaat? Just eco news analysis?" ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay. So now I'm busy. D: asdfghjkl;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I wanna learn the Rising Sun dance. -.- So tempting...it's just 5:00...o_o urgh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-5709503550647532171?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5709503550647532171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=5709503550647532171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5709503550647532171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5709503550647532171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-get-even-i-get-odder.html' title='I don&apos;t get even, I get odder.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-7560376112182809011</id><published>2008-12-01T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:30:49.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one ever says, "It's only a game" when their team is winning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been making kolikot my cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;8D the new one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;okay it's technically not mine it's my ate's...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my other one broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am using it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8D That's all that counts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't make sense.....................&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY RINGTONE. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THIS STUPID ANTI-FAN HIT CHANGMIN WITH HER BA&lt;br /&gt;G ASDFGHJKL:" THAT SDFGHJKL: SDFGHJKLKJHGFDSDF&lt;br /&gt;GHJKLKJHGFDEVG&lt;br /&gt;YHNJKMJNHGV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FFVGBHNYVIUBIH&lt;br /&gt;JBWFpiBUJPIOBUFP(UVE&lt;br /&gt;BP(UEGVBG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sidubfi9aeuvgf9wauergv&lt;br /&gt;[pa9ewrugv[ao0wuvg[oAUVBz[OUVG{&lt;br /&gt;EUVG{(UEGVB{OWGb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dgivP(USVG{UEVBG{O(USDBG{OKDSGBPK&lt;br /&gt;SDGBPODSUG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SDOGjb{OEUGBWE*GB&amp;amp;_E*B#G3T03G4-8G4-T8W-ER890GFB90REUIGB9ISDG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...URGH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that girl. D: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She even cursed at him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFFFFFFFFFFT DOESN'T SHE KNOW THAT CASSIEOPIA IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST AND MOST VIOLENT FAN CLUBS?! (well that's what I heard) AND THAT E.L.F. AND CASSIE'S ARE LIKE TIGHT NOWADAYS. THEY BE CLOSE YO. THEY CAN FREAKIN' RULE THE WORLD (well that's what Sophie said) SO IF SHE WANTS TO DIE...THEN...yeah...well anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;POOR CHANGMIN. :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh. And. Um. o_o Sengri (from Big Bang) is a big Junsu Xiah fan (DBSK) . Aha. Aha. AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu: When we (DBSK) got to meet Big Bang, we were all shaking hands with each other. When I got to Seungri...he...wouldn't let go of my hand. (o_______o HAHA) We sort of just looked at each other. Then he said to me, "I admire you, hyung." ...I was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH (10000000007x) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hay. Seungri. o_o So cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/STPNXCv1AjI/AAAAAAAAALk/ctt_QHlMfYg/s1600-h/d0031942_486e59f188223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/STPNXCv1AjI/AAAAAAAAALk/ctt_QHlMfYg/s320/d0031942_486e59f188223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274785384339145266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-7560376112182809011?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7560376112182809011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=7560376112182809011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7560376112182809011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7560376112182809011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-one-ever-says-its-only-game-when.html' title='No one ever says, &quot;It&apos;s only a game&quot; when their team is winning.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/STPNXCv1AjI/AAAAAAAAALk/ctt_QHlMfYg/s72-c/d0031942_486e59f188223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-6253731139939589363</id><published>2008-11-26T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:11:37.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did not fail. I found 10,000 ways that didn't work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY OHNO SATOSHI!!!! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Now 28...which reminds me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SS1JBQjRlmI/AAAAAAAAALU/ANarTf08Xsw/s320/2301551822_9555dfef77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272951024692336226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SS1JB-UtC3I/AAAAAAAAALc/KA-mCNlEVAE/s1600-h/1905182418_37cb136e89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SS1JB-UtC3I/AAAAAAAAALc/KA-mCNlEVAE/s320/1905182418_37cb136e89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272951036979252082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this girl is 29 going on 30. o_o WHY!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I want her to be Kazu's gf....*_*&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I thought of a personality for her....ish&lt;br /&gt;I keep forgetting to tell someone.&lt;br /&gt;I might forget.&lt;br /&gt;o_O ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-6253731139939589363?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6253731139939589363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=6253731139939589363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/6253731139939589363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/6253731139939589363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-did-not-fail-i-found-10000-ways-that.html' title='I did not fail. I found 10,000 ways that didn&apos;t work.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SS1JBQjRlmI/AAAAAAAAALU/ANarTf08Xsw/s72-c/2301551822_9555dfef77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-5188328237554318791</id><published>2008-11-09T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:32:55.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you realize that in 40 years, we'll have thousands of old ladies running around with tattoos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING: This is a boring post...xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yay Yahoo games! I've been playing those!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cooking Dash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cake Mania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pizza Frenzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Delicious Deluxe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...I like cooking stuff. o_o WAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway. Yeah. That's all. I should be studying. o_o I'm in the inner circle of Lit with BC! haha I should read. o_O Yeah. i should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway. Hongki is so pretty. After seeing a video of him...somewhere on youtube...o-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ts7m43YWsGc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ts7m43YWsGc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very pretty. o_o Too pretty in fact. D: UGH WTH WHY IS HE SO PRETTY?!?!?!?! as a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why do they always crossdress anyway. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No srsly. It's like every male idol has to undergo...crossdressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like...Taemin...he makes such a cute girl. o_o As in...holy that's a guy kind of girl. xD Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What else...................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I dunno if Kibum's crossdressed...but he has worn a girly girly outfit and a wig....but seperately. So. Yeah. And I dunno if Changmin has. He doesn't seem the type but eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway yeah. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm just talking to myself. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OH AND I'M PROUD TO SAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have finally learned the Shinee Noona, You're so Pretty Replay dance. o_o Yes the magic dance! I've finally learned the whole dance! Okay fine there is this one part I keep screwing up in BUT TECHNICALLY...I KNOW IT...SO THERE. Now I wanna learn the Run It dance also by Shinee cause Shinee's choreographer is awesome since he's worked with Christina Aguilera, Beyonce, Shakira and Britney........................................ awkward pause. Haha is it just me or are all those girls. xD HAHAHA. Anyway yeah Shinee's dances are manly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will never be able to do Shinee's Love Like Oxygen. No freakin way that thing is like a new level. I can only learn it if there's someone helping me learn it. o_o like...a dance instructor. It's harder to learn from your computer. srsly. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then ........... then......... there. HOLY SMTOWN CONCERT IN NOVEMBER 26 or was it 29 IN BANGKOK...I WANNA GO I WANNA GO I WANNA GO I WANNA GO MEET DBSK SHINEE SUPER JUNIOR AND LAUGH AT HOW SNSD SUCKS...o_o sorry i just hate snsd. I mean I was okay with them at first but after hearing them trash talk other groups who are WAY BETTER THAN THEM. oh srsly...oh PLEASE. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Oh...and yeah. There. .............................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG MICA AND PAT I CANNOT WAIT TO TELL YOU GUYS ABOUT RED HAHAHAHAHAHA. THIS IS LIKE THE BEST NEWS ABOUT RED EVER. LIKE EVER. IT'LL CHANGE YOUR WHOLE PERSPECTIVE ABOUT RED...okay i should stop srsly. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...I wanna be on Shinee's TV show. D: Where they date older women. But I'm only older than two people....and the other three are older than me...CAN I LIE ABOUT MY AGE?! :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well then again the show's already ended...BUT I WANNA GO ON THAT SHOW IT LOOKS AWESOME. but i can't speak korean. CURSE YOU LANGUAGE BARRIERS...curse yoooou. D;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. . . oh and I found out that Changmin is really mean. xD To his fans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHA yes. o_o like mean...like yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fan: I didn't get any "A" in my report card. D: I'm so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Changmin: That's...INSANE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...wth. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fan: Oppa (meaning kuya), let's go eat dinner together! What do you want to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Changmin: I want to eat...ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no srsly what is wrong with this guy. and yet i still love him?! D: maybe something's wrong with me. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-5188328237554318791?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5188328237554318791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=5188328237554318791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5188328237554318791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5188328237554318791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-realize-that-in-40-years-well.html' title='Do you realize that in 40 years, we&apos;ll have thousands of old ladies running around with tattoos?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-4342160751821533075</id><published>2008-11-05T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T03:22:51.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get even, I get odder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OKAY WHY...WHY...WHY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel like becoming an anti-SNSD person whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BECAUSE OF THE THINGS THEY'VE DONE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean srsly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;UGH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I HATE THEM WITH A FREAKIN' PASSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-4342160751821533075?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4342160751821533075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=4342160751821533075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4342160751821533075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4342160751821533075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-get-even-i-get-odder.html' title='I don&apos;t get even, I get odder.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-4802692435645303056</id><published>2008-10-27T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:00:32.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did not fail. I found 10,000 ways that didn't work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Going to Hong Kong Disneyland tomorrow! I am so excited. o_o I half-packed already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And....I don't know what to wear for Halloween. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;GAAAAAAAAAAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But anyway...on the other other hand...I'm getting a new camera tomorrow!!!!! Whoo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Since my younger sister broke the other one. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am actually slightly thankful since I wanted a new camera anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now to get her to break my cellphone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&gt;___&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I MEAN SRSLY. NOKIA IS WAY TOO .... UNBREAKABLE?! o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway. I should stop this. o_o I must not become materialistic. D= Even though I want a PSP and a new battery for my Laptop and sometimes I want a new laptop but I don't wish that all the time and -sighs-...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So Sembreak...All I've been doing is...fangirling. Hahahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's it. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've fallen for two new people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know right...there's more? Surprisingly yes. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One is from F.T Island (Five Treasure Island) named Hongki and he is the lead vocalist in his band. Yes band! Not boy band...well they're all boys but this time they don't dance. They actually play instruments! Amazing. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Their band name may sound childish but it actually means that they all want to be a jewel to their fans. Or something along those lines. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then the other one is from 2PM (not 2AM even though that group also exists) and his name is Nichkhun. I think that's how you spell it. It's complicated. D: He's from Thailand but debuted in Korea.  Also known as the "Second Rain" Hahaha. They're tight those two. He can speak English since he lives in America too...but mostly Thailand...or maybe not I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well anyway...to me he looks like David Archuleta...o_o but not to others. Oh well. D= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;he's suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper cute. xD And sadly the one cute one in the boy band. (yes they dance) o_o really he's the only good looking one. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And there...that's all. Oh and I watched Nino's drama with Ryo. I wish I could understand. I haven't had the time to watch it properly cause I'm so busy (okay that's a lie) but maybe not really a lie it's just that I'm busy fangirling with other groups. o_o plus I'll watch his drama properly when english subs come out and when my veoh is working properly. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and...I am off to watch Super Junior stuff. xD The fangirling continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-4802692435645303056?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4802692435645303056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=4802692435645303056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4802692435645303056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4802692435645303056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-did-not-fail-i-found-10000-ways-that.html' title='I did not fail. I found 10,000 ways that didn&apos;t work.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-4900747641937799147</id><published>2008-10-15T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T04:20:12.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens if you get scared half to death twice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SPXRWRSzTyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/k-CLDakPCUk/s1600-h/Donghae_060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SPXRWRSzTyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/k-CLDakPCUk/s320/Donghae_060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257338320554512162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SPXRWg2UTEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UkaVXeUzoIM/s1600-h/Donghae_086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SPXRWg2UTEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UkaVXeUzoIM/s320/Donghae_086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257338324730006594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SPXRWqPC62I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mkUfkKcmRro/s1600-h/Donghae_184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SPXRWqPC62I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mkUfkKcmRro/s320/Donghae_184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257338327249644386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I WANT TO WISH DONGHAE A HAPPY BIRTHDAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay I kinda feel bad cause I didn't wish Henry a happy birthday on his birthday BUT I DID SPIRITUALLY? ...I wonder what his religion is...o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;IF YOU DON'T WANNA READ EMO STUFF THEN DON'T READ BELOW THIS...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kinda sad today.&lt;br /&gt;Even cried a bit in the car on the way home...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get in. ...In...yeah. o_o what else...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not for my grades.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Since there was a new permit about the grades&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like failing certain whatever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta it's not my grades...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess I just can't dance. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my friends tell me otherwise.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I appreciate what they say to me so much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it still hurts....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I let people down.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck I feel like I let people I haven't even met down.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm talking about sina Henry, Nino, Changmin, Kibum and yeah those people...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was trying out because I thought that...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no joke I really felt bad. I wanted to be a cool fan who can dance just like them! Like one day when I meet them they can totally teach me their dance moves and then I could like...say stuff like Oh I was a dancer at my school and yeah. Of course that wouldn't happen but it doesn't hurt to daydream. But I really did feel bad. Ah. I must be talking non sense. o_o srsly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whenever I watch videos now...and the videos i usually watch are music videos which have dances in them...it just hurts. It's like I'm a masochist. =/ But I don't do it on purpose. It's just that I love these groups. But dancing is their thing. and my thing is their thing. I don't make &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sense. D= But this is a fangirl thing you non-fangirls wouldn't understand. It's not just some babaw worship. They're my inspiration and not only some random idols. so yeah. there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ah irony. It's one of the best dancers in Super Junior's birthday pa naman today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-4900747641937799147?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4900747641937799147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=4900747641937799147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4900747641937799147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/4900747641937799147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-happens-if-you-get-scared-half-to.html' title='What happens if you get scared half to death twice?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SPXRWRSzTyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/k-CLDakPCUk/s72-c/Donghae_060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-8609533559005608830</id><published>2008-10-12T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T03:30:14.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He had the face only a mother could love. If she was blind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So since I didn't get to blog about yesterday...I shall now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So first off...let's start in the exciting part! =D I went to the Bazaar! YAY! Haha for Gold~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My Ate's friends also got to sign up for Gold...wala lang Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway I saw sina Sophie, Amaw, Bea Lag and Micky...Mickey. How do you spell her name?! Haha oh well. So there. I didn't buy anything I was just there for Sophie o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so anyway after that Sophie and I went to her place then I used her computer while she showered then we watched DBSK and Super Junior videos (also Wonder Girls cause YooBin is so hot xD) Then we waited for Kat Perts then there. 8D ON TO QUEZON CITY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the car we were like talking about how hungry we kinda were cause we only ate breakfast. o_o Yes all three of us hahaha!!! Sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So we then were like there in the place where we were supposed to be for that Dance Competition, Phim (Amaw's prom date) invited us to. So yeah. First we got the 150 pesos tickets and we were waiting in line for the longest time. o_o So the three of us were getting pissed at everything. xD Hahaha! Kat wanted to cry when we were waiting in line cause she admitted that she hated waiting in lines and that she's a spoiled brat like that. xD I swear that girl is such an alien. Then Sophie and I got pissed cause we smelled smoke from like...smokers and yeah. Then Kat was like, "Oh I love the smell of smoke" ....SEE AN ALIEN! xD Anyway, then Kat also got pissed cause she was getting hungry again. Then I got pissed cause I had mine AND I was hungry. =/ Pretty much we all wanted to kill Phim. xD Then when we got in...we found out why the tickets were worth 150 pesos....so Sophie upgraded it to 500 pesos and yeah. 8D Totally better seats. Hahaha...and crowd. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway so my expectations for how many people would be dancing was like, "Oh it's semi-finals na right? So I'm guessing there'll be 5 dance groups?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then the girl was like, "There's 38 dance groups."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SAY WHAT!??!?!?!?!?!? xD That was so layo from the number I thought it would be. D= We just went there to watch Dance X (the group of Phim) and they were 36th....SO...YEAH. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So then the show started 30 minutes late (Hay this is like a filipino thing xD) and then yeah the dances started. We only liked a few dance groups cause they were super galing. The stunts were also galing...like these guys would do backflips...and it felt like they were doing it in SLOW MOTION okay!! It was that amazing. The dance groups from Mindanao were amazing. O_O Like whoa...siga. AND THERE WAS ALSO THIS 13 YEAR OLD KID...yeah. O_O HE WAS LIKE AWESOME. HE WAS LIKE IN EVERY FREAKIN' STUNT. And yeah. So awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Omg and the hosts. o_o There was this super batak guy whose shirt was so tight. Kat was scared that he might just rip it off. It was like scary batak okay!? And then there's this girl who kept doing the body wave which was getting annoying like...fast. THEN THIS OTHER GIRL ...what was she wearing i do not KNOW. Then she was making the crowd do the wave...the one with their hands in the air and whatever...o_o MY GOSH. Then she was like, "Hip Hop! HOORAY!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then in the intermission...there were these RAPPERS WHO FELT LIKE THEY WERE ROCKSTARS!!! =/ OH PLEASE. ONE OF THEM WAS EATING FRIED CHICKEN ON STAGE. Omg and they were like tossing money and their CD Albums to the crowd. THEY JUST SUCKED OKAY. =/ They were disgusting...I just hated them. D= I tried to sleep during their performance. Cause they just kept singing and singing and RAPPING SOME MORE. Ugh. It was like hell. D= Sophie and Kat wanted to kill them. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then there...we got to see Dance X! Whoo! 8D They were super galing!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hahaha. Loved it. Though they didn't have as much stunts they were still funky~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Then right after they performed we left na...HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause we didn't eat for more than 11 hours okay. o_o 11 HOURS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So when we were in the car we were looking for the closest McDo. Like the one with drive-thru. We were all so crazy in the car. Laughing hysterically at nothing. Then we even had a game, "Whoever can find McDo the first..." I found one but it had no drive thru...AND GUESS WHICH MCDO WE FOUND AFTER...THE ONE BESIDE ATC. YEAH WERE WERE PRETTY MUCH HOME NA. D= ALL THE WAY FROM FREAKIN' QUEZON CITY...Ugh. We were so hungry and so thankful for the food...we were crying. xD HAHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah o_o There. So that was my night. It was a fun experience though. 8D I actually wanna watch the championships but this time I'm bringing FOOD...and MORE PEOPLE SHOULD COME WITH US. =/ Haaaay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-8609533559005608830?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8609533559005608830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=8609533559005608830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8609533559005608830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8609533559005608830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-had-face-only-mother-could-love-if.html' title='He had the face only a mother could love. If she was blind.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-13007063615070793</id><published>2008-10-05T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T05:17:50.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321. PH34R.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have to do...Literature Canto. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT WHAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean I was thinking Violence Against the Mind. To those who are too studious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. -hint- -hint-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway. Maybe I should do...con artists...o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Um...I have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Heck I didn't start on my Compo essay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm so dead. I don't even know what to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm also having an Eco presentation skit thing tomorrow. I'm not even sure what I'm going to say.  o_o Impromptu????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay what else am I gonna be regretting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Um. H.E.? Well...I'm doing a skit there too. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HOLY I GOTTA DO LIT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But what siiiiin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Oh can I do one for those who spread bad jokes? 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...bad as in the green jokes? Hahaha. Yeah I think I'll do that sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah. I dunno na. I think I'll stick to that. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll think of a totally deep punishment that will blow your minds!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-13007063615070793?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/13007063615070793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=13007063615070793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/13007063615070793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/13007063615070793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/111111111-x-111111111-12345678987654321.html' title='111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321. PH34R.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-7931893250196600617</id><published>2008-10-05T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:11:02.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish my lawn was emo so it would cut itself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been so obsessed...o_o with Changmin/Max. Hahaha whichever. I WILL SHARE TO YOU ALL RANDOM FACTS ABOUT HIM I HAVE LEARNED FOR THE PAST TWO DAYS! Ahaha...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Favorite color is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DANGIT. Just when I was starting to hate that colo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;r because of Jun. D: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh well. I will like it back for Changmin. 8D &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've always liked color purple...HONEST. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So now my favorite colors are Yellow and Purple. Whoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SOieIuezjhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qHg3SLDLmJc/s1600-h/001wzzbp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SOieIuezjhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qHg3SLDLmJc/s320/001wzzbp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253622838081064466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2) He never went out on a date with a girlfriend. ...meaning he's never had a girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHA. o_o ...okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SOihJFJ0fNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qSB3VfllbuA/s1600-h/gong14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SOihJFJ0fNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qSB3VfllbuA/s320/gong14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253626142701944018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3) Went to an all boys school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NO WONDER. It totally explains nunber 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4) Has never kissed a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...ah...I guess the reason to that would be number 3.  ...Yes. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SOihI1XByGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LPlKxPFDsUU/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SOihI1XByGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LPlKxPFDsUU/s320/26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253626138462373986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5) But was kissed by a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHA. Okay now let me explain this. He was sleeping. Then his band mate (JaeJoong/Hero) was trying to wake him up. But he wouldn't budge. So the band mate being all silly decided to kiss/peck Changmin on the lips, not knowing it would be his first kiss. Changmin later on...cried. Hahaha. And said that it wasn't counted as a first kiss.  Poor sad sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;guy. Here's a pic of him and JaeJoong. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SOiggjFbKBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_fvEtqlcl1E/s1600-h/000dp9y0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SOiggjFbKBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_fvEtqlcl1E/s320/000dp9y0.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253625446361933842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6) When he's happy/smiling, his eyes become mismatched. o_o meaning...one eye becomes smaller than the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha...I think Lorraine and Laureen have that. ...I think? o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SOiggkzdK5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/kMdOplNwvlU/s1600-h/0011y86b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SOiggkzdK5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/kMdOplNwvlU/s320/0011y86b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253625446823439250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7) He's studying in a top university in South Korea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's it~ xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8) Youngest in DBSK but most serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...I actually don't know about that but yeah I guess so. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9) His voice can go really high (like omg i thought it was a girl singing high) and really low (like unexpectedly low).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah. I shall end there. 8D Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-7931893250196600617?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7931893250196600617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=7931893250196600617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7931893250196600617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7931893250196600617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wish-my-lawn-was-emo-so-it-would-cut.html' title='I wish my lawn was emo so it would cut itself.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SOieIuezjhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qHg3SLDLmJc/s72-c/001wzzbp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-5430751859998258592</id><published>2008-10-02T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T02:32:43.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>efil ruoy fo etunim a detsaw tsuj uoy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay. So it's Friday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No school.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I'm bored. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone else seems to be doing something.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well recently, I have fallen in love with Changmin from DBSK!!!! Wohoo~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After watching their new music video, Mirotic...which then again is the only music video I've ever watched from them...it was awesome!!! Or..maybe Changmin was just awesome. The dances there were cool too. Here's a pic of Changmin or Max:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SOXmi426qhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/K7deVXA_P8k/s1600-h/00113t78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SOXmi426qhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/K7deVXA_P8k/s320/00113t78.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252858027450214930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I also liked watching BoA's new music video...teaser. Haha since the whole music video is still gonna be released mga...Oct 14? Yeah. It's called Eat You Up. o_o I get so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; addicted to watch it because I liked the dance. Haha and I love BoA, she's so awesome. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have also fallen for Kim Bum!!!! He looks like Ki Bum except cuter!!!! Cause Ki Bum is HOT, while Kim Bum is CUTE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; here's a pic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SOWHrvyrVYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/J4DMfndSS94/s1600-h/1222950198_s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SOWHrvyrVYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/J4DMfndSS94/s320/1222950198_s2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252753726030697858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cutie pie. o_o I swear he super reminds me of Ki Bum...I mean besides the name and all...&gt;__&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Plus he's gonna be in Korea's Meteor Garden!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;....F4 was taiwanese just so you all know. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So it's like...Korea's Hana Yori Dango and yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kim Bum is gonna play the part of Ken!!! Haha he was my favorite F4 guy. I mean first it was Vic...then it became Ken. Hahaha~ Yeah. I love Kim Bum...o_o I am so gonna watch this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm...what else. Well yesterday, Woodrose went to St. James for Mass in the morning then we all had to go back to school after. So weird haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Theeeen...there. o_o Yeah. I ate 3 V-Cuts on that day! The small packs. o_O It's so addicting. V-Cut will be the death of me. D= it had MSG!!!! Hahaha a message. jk. O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And Vergil...is hotter than Dante. (Devil May Cry) ...but this is looks and only if Vergil's hair is down like Dante. BUT... Vergil's voice sucks...o_o like...haven't you gone through puberty yet?!-kind. yeah. o_o There. Hahaha. I dunno about their personalities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-5430751859998258592?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5430751859998258592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=5430751859998258592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5430751859998258592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5430751859998258592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/efil-ruoy-fo-etunim-detsaw-tsuj-uoy.html' title='efil ruoy fo etunim a detsaw tsuj uoy.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SOXmi426qhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/K7deVXA_P8k/s72-c/00113t78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-5994332311611272555</id><published>2008-09-30T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T05:43:24.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd hate to be a giraffe with a sore throat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got to ask Ms. Merdie for tutoring in Physics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wow it's easier when it's one on one. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like...I'm gonna have these remedials almost all the time now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Plus she gives considerations to those who go when she checks the tests!!! Ohyeah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I also need for Math...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tutorials I mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I'm phailing. D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can't afford to fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;literally. Hahaha. BC understands. xD DID YOU GET YOUR BILL YET? Hahaha. Cause I got mine na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway...can't afford it...not when I'm now passing Theo and Philo!!! o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ANYWAY. No school tomorrow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whoo~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gonna bum in Sophie's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Probably play Guitar Hero and then stuff. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah. Surf the internet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah. Good times, good times. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;....AND I'M SO EXCITED TO GO TO DISNEYLAND...OKAY...YEAH. o_o LIKE EXTREMELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and today Marion is such a bully. She stole my goody. Then I stole her pantali...then she was like, "HEY RETURN MY 5 PESOS PANTALI!" And I was like, "Wth...what sorta exchange is this?" o_O okay. confusing. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and we had a fire/earthquake drill. Poor IV-C died. Their Physics quiz was more important than their lives. ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and during Lit..something kinda funny: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pat Remo: My canto is about people who are size zero!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Erika Reyes: Hoy! Ang bastos naman noh! I'm a size zero! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Also, Roseanne is known for her "plus points" thing, which is where she says something nice to the teacher then yells, "PLUS POINTS~" ...yeah. So anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Still during Lit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Roseanne: What?! Flatterers go to hell???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mrs. Sator: Uh yeah I guess so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Roseanne: Oh no! My plus points!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pat Remo: Haha plus points! ...-in hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Roseanne: HOY! Under the belt na 'yan ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha yeah they're like the comedians, I swear. I love Roseanne and Pat interactions. So funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hm...oh and Pat Austria makes me sad. :( My bday celebrations keeps getting moved. &gt;__&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hay naku. That girl is way too busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and Mica Reyes had a dizzy ....happening...during lunch. o_O kinda freaked me out. I hope she feels well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-5994332311611272555?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5994332311611272555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=5994332311611272555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5994332311611272555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5994332311611272555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/id-hate-to-be-giraffe-with-sore-throat.html' title='I&apos;d hate to be a giraffe with a sore throat.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-8591708671530473508</id><published>2008-09-29T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T05:47:21.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity always gets me down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If it's weird to share my problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean I see/read other people do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But then adding my own feelings seems like a burden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's like...people would turn to me and say, "We've already got enough problems to handle, please don't try to add yours on the pile."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or something like that. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so problematic that I have a problem with my problem!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;xD Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Am I supposed to share it to make it better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I feel that if I do share it...then people would be forced to become nicer to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kinder to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;just because of this problem I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And...I don't really want that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But then...I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But not in that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is kind of why I am so affectionate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...okay actually I dunno why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's like I'm just so dependent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I need to know that I have someone with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone I can rely on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm kind of the person who'd be like 'please give me attention but not because i'm telling you to'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's confusing. o_O And it's not in a bratty way! D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm just weird. I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I keep telling myself that sharing my own negative thoughts might be worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I've just been keeping it in myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;See doing this already makes me feel guilty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I always...just ...I just want to make people happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I don't think I'm good enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...I have a low self esteem problem. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not good in art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not good in singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not good in grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not good in dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not good in sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not good in socializing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I thought that maybe this one thing...making my friends happy...something I'm finally good at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And now...i think i'm not even good at that anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So now I'm not good in making people happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Making the people I love happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love so much people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love so many of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I can't stand that feeling I have...it's not being returned to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe I am just a brat that craves attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But it's not like I've had any of that before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm pretty much revealing my problem huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well...that's only a little of it. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been keeping it in for how many months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At times I couldn't take it and my face would be blank and I wouldn't have a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;People would ask me what's wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I'll just smile again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And everything would be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To them at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Because it's still there in me...that problem I can't seem to get rid of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean I've tried. Really. Me blogging this isn't even supposed to happen. It's a sudden burst of emotion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Later on...I might delete this. Might. Because I'll read it back and see how stupid I must've sounded. I don't know how many of you will have read this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I think there was this one time I had an al bhed post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;About my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No one read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I took it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o_o pretty darn strange if you ask me. xD Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-8591708671530473508?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8591708671530473508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=8591708671530473508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8591708671530473508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8591708671530473508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/gravity-always-gets-me-down.html' title='Gravity always gets me down.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-8120652390135760952</id><published>2008-09-28T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T05:35:48.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much deeper would the ocean be if sponges didn't live there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been painting all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Half way done with Art na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not bad for someone who just started it today. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Since it's due Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hahahahahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SN-Ax1VM4JI/AAAAAAAAAG0/iL3xoqQ5vbA/s1600-h/calendar_of_events.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SN-Ax1VM4JI/AAAAAAAAAG0/iL3xoqQ5vbA/s320/calendar_of_events.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251057284155236498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah. That's what I've been staring at the whole day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It didn't look that hard at first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But when I had a pencil on my hand and stared down at it again I was like "ohsnap"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SN-BDQLmtXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4jp4p2_NNbQ/s1600-h/0003er8z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SN-BDQLmtXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4jp4p2_NNbQ/s320/0003er8z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251057583420519794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and this is an awesome pic of Nino and Ryo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I forgot where I got this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just saw it. D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and I was like asdfghjkl;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THIS IS IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;xD Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There are so much mags of Nino ...and of Nino AND Ryo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and also with Erika Toda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THE DRAMA HASN'T EVEN STARTED YET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hopefully this drama will be awesomely popular. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-sighs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...tired. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you, Isa. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sorry I'm so boring to chat with. Hahaha. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-8120652390135760952?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8120652390135760952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=8120652390135760952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8120652390135760952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8120652390135760952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-much-deeper-would-ocean-be-if.html' title='How much deeper would the ocean be if sponges didn&apos;t live there?'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SN-Ax1VM4JI/AAAAAAAAAG0/iL3xoqQ5vbA/s72-c/calendar_of_events.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-2118353619480983168</id><published>2008-09-27T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:35:01.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every fight is a food fight when you're a cannibal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My mom just booked reservations for the Disney Hollywood Hotel in Hong Kong Disneyland!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My first time to stay in a hotel in Disneyland. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I wish I could stay in the castle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause that'd be TOTALLY AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But only special chosen people can go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha actually random lucky people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...or I dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway. Today. Skipped Piano. Cause had to do art. But ended up not being inspired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Also went to Mass cause it's my Tito's death anniversary. First year. yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then went to the national to buy art stuff so that I'd get inspired for Art. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Art stuff makes me happy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But for most of the day...I've just been fangirling. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG. What am I gonna wear for Halloween????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...and I need an autograph book!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HOLEH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and I need to kill a mosquito roaming around my room!!! -slippers at the ready- Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-2118353619480983168?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2118353619480983168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=2118353619480983168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/2118353619480983168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/2118353619480983168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/every-fight-is-food-fight-when-youre.html' title='Every fight is a food fight when you&apos;re a cannibal.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-7801986780061057097</id><published>2008-09-26T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T05:29:57.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's sent by ship then it's a cargo, if it's sent by road then it's a shipment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So try-outs today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...I don't think i did so good. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I forgot stuff. Ahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish I could be a cheerdancer though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It looks fun to be one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Learning dances and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But since I suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Plus school's getting strict. When you fail a subject in first quarter, you just super can't get in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like...super. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-sighs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ohwell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyweh. It was fun trying-out. The dance wasn't as hard as 2nd year. HAHAHA TORTURE. And this time I stretched before dancing BECAUSE SECOND YEAR I DIDN'T AND I GOT MUSCLE CRAMPS EVERYWHERE...xD Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then what else...yeah it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;o_o&lt;br /&gt;I might get depressed about wanting to be a cheerdancer...(since i'm sure i won't get in)&lt;br /&gt;-haha spoiled brat much?-&lt;br /&gt;but srsly!!! IT LOOKS SO FUN...D=&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T TAKE IT&lt;br /&gt;GAH&lt;br /&gt;Their dances are just so cool.&lt;br /&gt;They look so cool when they're dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Kids and everyone else just stop and stare to watch them dance.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I shall dance with Henry, Kibum and Nino, one day. xD&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.  Plus at least my little sister has a huge chance of becoming one.&lt;br /&gt;o_o I can just stand at the sidelines and be a proud sister I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-7801986780061057097?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7801986780061057097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=7801986780061057097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7801986780061057097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7801986780061057097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-its-sent-by-ship-then-its-cargo-if.html' title='If it&apos;s sent by ship then it&apos;s a cargo, if it&apos;s sent by road then it&apos;s a shipment.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-9032717435249618033</id><published>2008-09-25T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T03:05:42.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone sent me a postcard picture of the earth. On the back it said, "Wish you were here."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh well...there we have it. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and...I'm sorry...but I now hate Lea Salonga. o_O&lt;br /&gt;Kasi naman. Why is she for abortion????&lt;br /&gt;OKAY...NO...&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. and for that law where we can only have two children and when you're pregnant with a third you have no choice but to ABORT IT...that. is. a. stupid. law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all our governments fault! Cause they aren't developing the other lands. Just cause they think we're over-populated when we're not. We're just crowded in the city areas. D: r-right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha anyway. Good Manny Pacquiao for being against all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try-outs tomorrow. o_o holeh. I wanna see BC try-out. 8D&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else should try-out.&lt;br /&gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I can't dance and I think I'm gonna try-out. o_O&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um what else. OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAMADA RYOSUKE WAS NUMBER 1 CUTEST GUY IN JAPAN from the magazine I forgot which one. ............NINO WAS THIRD. Cause well you gotta admit Kokei Teppei is cute. BUT STILL. Nino was number 1 in 2008. Hahaha and I guess Yamada Ryosuke is cute BUT THE AGE DIFFERENCES..........HE'S LIKE 15 and the others are...in their 20's. xD Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 4th was Toma...and then 5th was Chinen....Aha...o_o Nino's cuter than Chinen!!!! According to the votes. xD Hahaha. Man the age differences. o_O Astounding~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um what else...okay nothing much. Before try-outs...I must remember to STRETCH...before dancing. 8D Hahaha...because last time I didn't stretch...and...DANG IT HURT MY MUSCLES...D: that was like second year. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyweh...uhhh...there. I shall go and post stuff on stufftheysay which you should all visit...LINK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.stufftheysay.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-9032717435249618033?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9032717435249618033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=9032717435249618033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/9032717435249618033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/9032717435249618033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/someone-sent-me-postcard-picture-of.html' title='Someone sent me a postcard picture of the earth. On the back it said, &quot;Wish you were here.&quot;'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-5934643821627853415</id><published>2008-09-24T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T03:45:38.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I bought some powdered water, but I didn't know what to add.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dude. Today. Was Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG PHILOSOPHY!!!! HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THAT AMERICAN GUY IS STUPID............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"The catholic church is an all-male society with unmarried people." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Okay that's not his exact words but along the lines...AS IN ...DUDE...SAY WHAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then there's this stupid girl who THINKS she's smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Fetus' don't have the right to be in the womb of their mother." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wow. Just....wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Even if I didn't exist, I wouldn't mind. I'd still be happy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Um...Yeah. Okay. How would we know that you'd be okay with not existing if you didn't exist? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I swear. She is so stupid. Like...dude. Srsly. D: SRSLY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway yeah. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's pretty much it...hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OH! And I showed BC and some other people in school the SUPER SCARY VIDEO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;IT IS SCARY BC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I SWEAR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Even Ana got scrared!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-5934643821627853415?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5934643821627853415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=5934643821627853415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5934643821627853415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5934643821627853415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-bought-some-powdered-water-but-i.html' title='I bought some powdered water, but I didn&apos;t know what to add.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-7407917399668592545</id><published>2008-09-23T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T03:16:34.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pun is the lowest form of humor -- when you don't think of it first.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SO TODAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well...I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Highlight of the Day: I did part of my Art!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Worst thing that happened today: I forgot my art in school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...ahaha. Also my lunchbox and jug. So I'll have to get those. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway try-outs are coming up soon!!! EVERYONE SHOULD TRY-OUT...&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to watch BC. 8D hahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait I wonder if Sophie really is trying-out. o_o cause she's captain.............&lt;br /&gt;But Armaine said...........&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY LAU IS AWESOME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I really want this awesome camera that is 14.4 MEGAPIXEL...YES THAT'S HIGH DEF YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............and mom says we MIGHT go to Hong Kong Disneyland on November...MIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to Hong Kong for Trizia and My Ate's passport stuff and Hong Kong resident cards whatever...=/ pfft. It's complicated. I dunno how my mom does it. Hahaha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WE GET TO HONG KONG...I WILL LOOK IN A MUSIC STORE...AND LOOK FOR SUPER JUNIOR...OR ARASHI...BUT MOSTLY SUPER JUNIOR M SINCE THEY HAVE BEEN TO HONG KONG...AND IF I SEE THEM IN HONG KONG...I WILL RUN UP TO HENRY LAU AND HUG HIM AND ASK HIM TO MARRY ME....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha sorry I needed to spazz. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch...it was funny cause Lee and I went up to sina Kaye, Maica, Zars, Cathy and Marion's place! Hahaha. Talked about MAGIKUS and how weird the new art teacher was. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO SELL RUFFLE RAFFLE TICKETS....HAHAHAHAHA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANTS TO BUY FROM ME?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg...and i saw spin. 8D awhile ago in gate 3. I just wish his sister would introduce me to him. D= he's such a cute little boy!!!!!!!! hahaha. He will become hot. *___* Ana and I see the potential...OMG AND WHEN I GET THAT 14.4 MEGAPIXEL CAMRERA...ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS I'LL DO IS TAKE A PICTURE OF HIM HAHAHAHA...-creepystalkermuch?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I get that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I know na how Nino's house looks like. :D Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-7407917399668592545?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7407917399668592545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=7407917399668592545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7407917399668592545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7407917399668592545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/pun-is-lowest-form-of-humor-when-you.html' title='A pun is the lowest form of humor -- when you don&apos;t think of it first.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-3048239555877781522</id><published>2008-09-22T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:13:32.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sort of" is a harmless, filler kinda phrase, except after things like "I love you" or "it's a boy."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So today I asked BC why she brings around her USB...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and she said,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "It's in case I have a surprise presentation to show."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NERD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;xDDDDD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway yeah what else happened today. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well nothing much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got perfect in Philo quiz!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THAT IS A BIG WHOA FOR ME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaha since I failed it. 8D 1st quarter and all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah and that's pretty much it. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I only saw Leeann during dismissal which is weird. Where was she? WAS SHE AVOIDING ME PERHAPS?????? D8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...and my third husband is Henry Lau. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and during Economics, BC made these strips of paper...then gave it to me...so I wrote names of guys I'm in love with...and then folded it and gave it to BC and then I chose like who would be my whatever...The results were...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Boyfriend - Skandar Keynes (Hahaha!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ex-boyfriend - Yuto Nakajima (Aww D;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Husband - Ninomiya Kazunari (DESTINY I TELL YOU...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Divorced Husband - Henry Lau (NOOOO!!! Not my chubby cheeks hamster D:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Step-Brother - Kim Kibum (But I heard he only had one sibling...a sister...D8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Best Friend - Ryo Nishikido (Hahaha ohhhyeah~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Secret Lover - Rupert Grint (HAHAHAHA?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So there...pretty weird. xD Hahahahahahha.  Oh and during lunch today, barkada and I were super babaw. And then we began talking about Ateneo and La Salle basketball stuff. Hahaha which I have no idea ....of...o_o about...er anyway yeah...xD So I was just quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then Pat suddenly goes, "You know what else is fun to watch?? Football."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Ayy...Pasingit. xD Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-3048239555877781522?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3048239555877781522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=3048239555877781522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/3048239555877781522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/3048239555877781522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/sort-of-is-harmless-filler-kinda-phrase.html' title='&quot;Sort of&quot; is a harmless, filler kinda phrase, except after things like &quot;I love you&quot; or &quot;it&apos;s a boy.&quot;'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-6388414635288801234</id><published>2008-09-20T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T03:35:43.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna make a jigsaw puzzle that's 40,000 pieces. And when you finish it, it says "go outside."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So back to studying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha I wish I got a pic of BC with her braids...but someone probably has. o_o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...ANYWAY...Yeah. I'm tamad. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from Lea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SNTR72hkYWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WRMDBx7ZGQ8/s1600-h/P1020130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SNTR72hkYWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WRMDBx7ZGQ8/s320/P1020130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248050291972268386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-6388414635288801234?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6388414635288801234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=6388414635288801234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/6388414635288801234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/6388414635288801234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wanna-make-jigsaw-puzzle-thats-40000.html' title='I wanna make a jigsaw puzzle that&apos;s 40,000 pieces. And when you finish it, it says &quot;go outside.&quot;'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SNTR72hkYWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WRMDBx7ZGQ8/s72-c/P1020130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-5181202078664128060</id><published>2008-09-17T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T04:11:05.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never hit a man with glasses. Hit him with a baseball bat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Intrams! Practice Day 1...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So hard. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My children abuse me. D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's actually fun in a strange way to mommy kids. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But oh so tiring. *___*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah I'm so tired. er go gold? hahaha. o_O I don't even memorize the cheers. GAH. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHEN WILL MY ORDER FOR ARASHI MERCHANDISE COME?!?!!!??!?! D= I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR TWO DAYS SINCE ITS BEEN SHIPPED HERE....GAH...-IMPATIENT-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-5181202078664128060?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5181202078664128060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=5181202078664128060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5181202078664128060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5181202078664128060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-hit-man-with-glasses-hit-him-with.html' title='Never hit a man with glasses. Hit him with a baseball bat.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-149302419957729993</id><published>2008-09-16T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T06:28:54.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do you think I'll lose my looks as I get older?" "If you're lucky."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just got from someone's blog about this! ARASHI HAS 5 DVD CONCERTS IN THE ORICON DAILY RANKING...TOP 20...O_O LIKE WTH...W...T...H!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love Arashi. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No. 5    Summer Tour 2007 Final Time Kotoba no Chikara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No. 8    Arashi Around Asia + In Dome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No. 14   2004 Arashi! Iza, Now Tour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No. 17  How's It Going? Summer Concert 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No. 18  Arashi Around Asia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-149302419957729993?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/149302419957729993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=149302419957729993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/149302419957729993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/149302419957729993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-got-from-someones-blog-about.html' title='&quot;Do you think I&apos;ll lose my looks as I get older?&quot; &quot;If you&apos;re lucky.&quot;'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-1086973478993434786</id><published>2008-09-15T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T04:36:13.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Borrow money from a pessimist -- they don't expect it back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ARASHI!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AND MY ORDER FROM YESASIA HAS BEEN SHIPPED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I CAN'T WAIT TO GET IT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHOOOO~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...yeah now I'm kinda tamad to blog. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-1086973478993434786?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1086973478993434786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=1086973478993434786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/1086973478993434786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/1086973478993434786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/borrow-money-from-pessimist-they-dont.html' title='Borrow money from a pessimist -- they don&apos;t expect it back.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-1516879239177798569</id><published>2008-09-13T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T06:47:33.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;ACET is finally over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was fun ...8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hahaha. Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I shall not leak anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;English was the easiest for me. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;There that's all I'm saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;To my surprise, I just found like while Soph, Lee and I were eating in the Ateneo Canteen for lunch...like...Sophie and I were gonna be in the same classroom! Surprise~ Surprise~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;xD Hahaha  I'm so THANKFUL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;It must've been destiny...because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sophie: Pau, you brought a pen right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me: Oh a pen--....O_O WE NEED A PEN?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sophie: ...don't worry I have extra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;THANK THE LORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hahahahahahhaha XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;-totally not ready for college- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway funny things that happened: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Lee and I saw lots of Xie Li-look-a-likes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;- My seatmate kept swearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Standing in line for HOW MANY HOURS 3-4?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Okay maybe that one wasn't that funny but it was REALLY tiring. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;- The Tender Juicy Guy called Sophie 'Sir' so Sophie called him 'Miss' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yeah and then I can't seem to remember the rest....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;but anyway...guys this is so creepy I'm typing with my eyes closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;ANYWAY NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-1516879239177798569?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1516879239177798569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=1516879239177798569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/1516879239177798569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/1516879239177798569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/flying-is-learning-how-to-throw.html' title='Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-7008463881427127169</id><published>2008-09-12T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T04:59:04.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody complimented my driving today. They left a note that said 'Parking Fine.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So...tomorrow is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ACET&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Surprisingly, I'm not nervous about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or maybe cause I have this feeling that I won't pass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. like I'm REALLY sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh well wherever God wants me to go to~ 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ateneo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CSB&lt;/span&gt;...BUT PLEASE NOT LA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SALLE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean I don't have anything against La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Salle&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's just that they don't really have my course. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ACET&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow though. Especially the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; part. Not so much in the math part...and I wanna see what the General Knowledge is like! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;anyweh&lt;/span&gt;. Today...was...boring-ish. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to see pics of "Red" ...-ahem ahem-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to think...I don't think the pictures don't give him justice...but he has a killer side view! 8D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's all...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronaut 1: It never gets old, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Astronaut 2: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Astronaut 1: Kinda makes you wanna...&lt;br /&gt;Astronaut 2: Break into song?&lt;br /&gt;Astronaut 1: ...yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE MOUNTAINS~&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE CLEAR BLUE SKIES~&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BIG BRIDGES~&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE WHEN GREAT WHITES FLY~&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE WHOLE WORLD~&lt;br /&gt;AND ALL ITS SIGHTS AND SOUNDS~&lt;br /&gt;Bum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;~ Bum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;~ Bum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;BOM&lt;/span&gt; TE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;YAH&lt;/span&gt; TA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE OCEAN~&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE REAL DIRTY THINGS~&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TO GO FAST~&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE EGYPTIAN KINGS~&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE WHOLE WOLRD~&lt;br /&gt;AND ALL IT'S CRAZINESS~&lt;br /&gt;Boom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;~ Boom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt;~ BOOM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;~ BOOM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TORNADOES~&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ARACHNIDS~&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HOT MAGMA~&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE GIANT SQUIDS~&lt;br /&gt;I LOF TEH WHOLR WORD~&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SUCH A BRILLIANT PLACE~&lt;br /&gt;Bum de yah da~ Bum de yah da~ (Stephen Hawkins: Boom De Ya Dah) BUM DE YA DAAAAAAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got these gifts for you they're up in my BUM~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: GET A JOB!&lt;br /&gt;BC: Tun tun tun ten tun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ten&lt;/span&gt; tun ten tun tun ten tun tun-&lt;br /&gt;Me: SO FRESH AND SO CLEAN-CLEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inferno/Dante is a pretty awesome book. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-7008463881427127169?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7008463881427127169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=7008463881427127169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7008463881427127169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/7008463881427127169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/somebody-complimented-my-driving-today.html' title='Somebody complimented my driving today. They left a note that said &apos;Parking Fine.&apos;'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-8156354725379490536</id><published>2008-09-10T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T05:47:25.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I told the doctor I broke my leg in two places. He told me to quit going to those places.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So today...was a slightly awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because we had P.E. with section B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of felt nostalgic I guess. Being in a class where I'm able to talk and hug most of the people I actually know and actually feel am myself when I talk to them. I mean sure I have BC, De Guia and maybe sometimes Marion...but...it's just not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude I totally used a hard word: Nostalgic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm supposed to be nervous for ACET but since I didn't get to fill in all the blanks with N/A in my ACET form I don't think I even have a chance of getting in.  Good thing one of my first choices was also CSB 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I so wanna go to CSB too.  But I guess I'm just nervous about the fact that I'll be alone...-ish. I mean Leeann's neighbor is there but we're not exactly close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today was only slightly awesome...because REPORT CARDS CAME OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh- Am I not holy enough? I just HAD to PHAIL in both PHILOSOPHY AND THEOLOGY. I'm serious. I FAILED them both. Like I'm not kidding. Below 75, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad. Maybe I'm just kinda morally and metaphysically stupid. Like I NEED Pat Austria's help. D: Or else I won't be able to survive. Plus my Filipino was barely passing. DUDE...for once I thought I was actually gonna get high because of my pabula and alamat...but I guess my paper grades were sucky. o_O really sucky. That I should be ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. There. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in P.E. section B vs. section A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8D Yeah. And so BC and I went against Maxine and Alisa. Then we totally didn't care about the rules and did whatever and in the end BC and I won. Wohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played with Maica and Kaye. BC and I thought it was just gonna be a whatever game too BUT WERE WE WRONG! Those two wanting to stick to the rules. o_O OMG. FELT SO CONSTRICTED. LIKE NO FREEDOM. MY GASH. Then they used reversed psychology on us! Hard times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then BC hit Maica and Lee saw red~ Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a ROLL! First a hard word...now a...i-know-it's-not-a-metaphor-but-it's-sort-of-a-saying-that-i-don't-know-what-it's-called-maybe-an-idiom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...BC and I have a song...er...theme song&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The game we play tonight&lt;br /&gt;Is what we leave behind!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA WITH AWESOME ACTIONS. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yesh. THE END! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-8156354725379490536?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8156354725379490536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=8156354725379490536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8156354725379490536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/8156354725379490536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-told-doctor-i-broke-my-leg-in-two.html' title='I told the doctor I broke my leg in two places. He told me to quit going to those places.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999772037995807168.post-5295355301223175601</id><published>2008-09-09T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T06:31:07.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Employee of the month is a good example of how somebody can be both a winner and a loser at the same time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Since I'm pretty sure no one views my blog anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;xD Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah I'm just annoying like that. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I really need to borrow my mom's credit card number already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I NEED TO GET THAT ARASHI PHOTO ALBUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hot pictures of Nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I WOULDN'T WANNA MISS SUCH AN OPPORTUNITY WHERE NINO'S HAIR IS FINALLY DECENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah these days I use caps a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyweh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to get that...um...oh yeah Time DVD. But i'm kinda scared...that Arashi's gonna release a DVD box set whatever of their latest concert...and a box set means more money needed to buy one and more money given to JE means lesser money for me which means I'll be poorer than I already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARASHI OWNS MY WALLET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still love them. 8D&lt;br /&gt;I mean dude being able to perform in the NATIONAL STADIUM where only one artist per year can perform there!?!?!? Though I heard somewhere that the only artists who have performed there are SMAP and Dreams Come True. It's interesting because my Tito Carlos used to love Dreams Come True. Yes I was surprised too...one of my relatives liked a japanese artist whoa hold on say what?! hahaha but yeah. Though it was mostly because they had nice english songs. So yes the girl in Dreams Come True sings english songs too. So I was like oh no wonder. haha i couldn't imagine him listening to songs he didn't understand. Only I do that...8D In my family anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALUMPATI IS DONE. But I did totally horrible. xD&lt;br /&gt;I mean geez...NO ONE WAS SMILING...well besides BC...But seriously...the only thought that came to my head was, "Whoa tough crowd."&lt;br /&gt;Then after my talumpati I began wondering how it woulda been like if I had done it in section B or C. I bet I would've been more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. :D Moving on to life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Mica Rey and Austria!!! YAYA AND OPRAH WINFREY COME BAAAACK!!! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay naku stupid debate keeping them away from me ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during classes today...BC's song of the day was ...something from HSM 3. Haha basta Zac Efron's song when he's gonna play basketball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay just asked my younger sister what the title was. It's called 'Now or Never'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cathy can you get Lee's binder from her desk pleeeeaaassse?&lt;br /&gt;Cathy: ...-shakes head- no.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...PLEEEEAAAASE? It's for Magikus!&lt;br /&gt;Cathy: No.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just because you're not gonna end up with Sol doesn't mean you should stop doing stuff for Magikus!&lt;br /&gt;Cathy: Okay fine I'll get it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's not that funny. xD I love you Cathy. You make awesome drawings...please continue doing so.&lt;br /&gt;Haha so anyway ending it there. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999772037995807168-5295355301223175601?l=fangirldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5295355301223175601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999772037995807168&amp;postID=5295355301223175601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5295355301223175601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999772037995807168/posts/default/5295355301223175601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fangirldreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/employee-of-month-is-good-example-of.html' title='Employee of the month is a good example of how somebody can be both a winner and a loser at the same time.'/><author><name>Ka-PAO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03319353526341765043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcd0E9Hbj88/SMZu9Z2dtII/AAAAAAAAAGM/ridj0db97HQ/S220/DSC01445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
